Zhu Suosuo said, "Brother Yi, I've found the two old villas you asked me to help you find. They're both historically significant."

Lin Yi was astonished and said, "We found it so quickly? It seems that even God is on our side."

Unlike other types of houses, old villas are often priceless and unavailable for sale.

It means that the price is there, but there are no houses for sale; there are no old-style houses available for sale on the market.

And everyone who buys an old villa is at least the chairman of a large company, and they are all very wealthy.

Trying to get them to sell their old houses is like slapping them in the face.

Therefore, people who truly love old-style houses will not make a purchase until the very last moment.

Lin Yi was surprised to find two old-style houses appearing this month. How could he not be astonished?

Lin Yi said with a smile, "With the commission from these two old villas, my commission this month is estimated to reach seventy or eighty million."

"Gulu~"

Although Zhu Suosuo knew that Yi Ge had made a lot of money this month.

But when she heard it, she was still shocked.

Seventy or eighty million a month?

If she earned 5,000 yuan a month, even if she had been working hard since the time of Qin Shi Huang and struggled to make it to where she is today, she probably wouldn't have earned much more.

The difference between people is truly enormous.

Zhu Suosuo was overjoyed; she was Lin Yi's woman.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Lin Yi asked.

Zhu Suosuo: "Experts say that as long as you are willing to work hard, you can get rich through hard work. Experts lied to me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Having come into this world in 2023, he knows one thing well: hard work does not guarantee wealth.

Therefore, what those so-called experts say is utter nonsense.

It's already 2023, and you're still spouting nonsense?

Those who can endure hardship will have a good life. Who can compare to ordinary people? Who can compare to migrant workers?

The results of it?

They continued to live in poverty, struggling to feed themselves, residing at the very bottom of the city, and looked down upon by the so-called city dwellers.

Even on his deathbed, Xiangzi doubted whether he hadn't tried hard enough.

When Lin Yi first came into this world, why didn't he go to find Zhu Suosuo and Jiang Nansun, and instead try to make money?

Lin Yi knew very well that this world was cruel; if you had money, you were the boss, the superior person, and you would have countless women.

Even knowing you're a scumbag, I'd still willingly fly into the fire like a moth.

It's not that Lin Yi is obsessed with money, but that's just how society is now.

Lin Yi laughed and said, "Don't listen to the nonsense of these experts."

If you hadn't met me, you'd probably still be somewhere in the shadows.

Is it because you haven't worked hard enough? You've worked so hard for so long, have you made any money yet?

Zhu Suosuo nodded, agreeing with what Yi Ge said.

If she hadn't met Yi Ge, she would still be stuck in her rented apartment, pitifully struggling to make ends meet.

She has to work every day and doesn't dare to go out to play.

Even so, she has worked hard enough. Did she make any money?

No.

The money she earns is far less than the prices in Shanghai.

Therefore, Zhu Suosuo was very clear and realistic that if she wanted to find a boyfriend, she had to find one who was rich.

Otherwise, how could one survive in a city like Shanghai?

Living in a cramped space?

We laugh at the cramped, pigeon-cage-like apartments on Hong Kong Island, but aren't those living in underground parking garages in Shanghai just as bad?

Thinking about all this made Zhu Suosuo furious.

Zhu Suosuo said, "Why don't these experts just die?"

Lin Yi laughed and said, "These bastards, take them out and mow them down with a machine gun for half an hour, and none of them will be innocent."

Zhu Suosuo said, "Let's not talk about them anymore, it's bad luck."

Zhu Suosuo said, "Brother Yi, we've found an old-style house. When can we arrange a viewing?"

Lin Yi: "Let's do it today, there's no time like the present."

As Lin Yi spoke, he made a phone call to Jiang Haokun.

Although Jiang Haokun was in a bad mood, he couldn't refuse what he had promised Lin Yi.

In one day, Lin Yi took Jiang Haokun to see two old-style houses.

Lin Yi accompanied him and explained the history of the old villa. Jiang Haokun was deeply moved by what he heard.

Jiang Haokun asked, "What you've said today, you're not just trying to fool me, are you? It's not fake, is it?"

Lin Yi said with a smile, "In the entire real estate sales industry, who doesn't know that I, Lin Yi, am an honest and reliable young man?"

"Everything I just said is true."

Jiang Haokun said, "You really have great eloquence. You're definitely sales material. You can really convince people."

Lin Yi smiled and said, "So, what does President Jiang mean?"

Jiang Haokun said, "Let me ask you one more question: do you think there's any potential in the old-style houses market?"

"Have."

Lin Yi nodded and said with great certainty, "The old villas in Shanghai are like the courtyard houses in Kyoto. They have witnessed history and weathered the storms. People who like them truly like them."

“You’re right. Okay, let’s sign the contract then,” Jiang Haokun said.

Having an old villa in your possession guarantees a profit; it's hard to say exactly how much you'll earn, but you certainly won't lose money.

Two old villas, one for 2.3 million yuan and the other for 2.7 million yuan, totaling 5 million yuan.

As Jiang Haokun suggested, Lin Yi could receive 1500 million yuan from a 3% commission.

After signing the contract, Lin Yi said with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Jiang, on becoming the owner of two old villas. You'll have plenty to talk about now."

"Haha~"

Jiang Haokun was in a good mood. It was good because of these two old villas, and so many stories had happened in these two old villas.

Who wouldn't want to take a look?

Even the unhappiness brought by Gan Jing has dissipated considerably.

Jiang Haokun said with a smile, "I'm hosting a banquet in a few days to invite guests to visit my old villa. Mr. Lin, would you be interested?"

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Great! President Jiang has extended such a kind invitation, so of course I must go and meet him."

Jiang Haokun smiled and said, "Okay, if you go, I'll be much less worried."

Please tell me the story of these two old villas again when the time comes.

"Of course, I won't let you talk for nothing; I'll give you a red envelope (cash gift)."

"No problem, this is my job. I make a living by talking," Lin Yi said with a smile.

Without a doubt, the people Jiang Haokun invited were either social celebrities in Shanghai or wealthy gentry.

Lin Yi also wanted to go and meet them.

Jiang Haokun left.

Seeing how easily he left, Lin Yi was a little puzzled. Did Jiang Haokun really not care about Gan Jing anymore?

The affection felt during adolescence is the purest; it's about genuinely wanting to be with her and spending your life with her.

But as people reach middle age, emotions become intertwined with interests, compromises, and choices.

Lin Yi didn't know whether Jiang Haokun was being affectionate or just being a sycophant.

Zhu Suosuo couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yi, you made 1500 million in just one afternoon?"

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Yes, didn't you see it all?"

Opportunities like this are rare and hard to come by.

Even if someone wants an old-style house, there's no guarantee someone will sell it, because there are only a limited number of old-style houses available.

Zhu Suosuo nodded and said, "I know, but I still find it unbelievable."

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Lin Yi smiled and said, "That's exactly right, it's unbelievable."

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