The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Life in the small town is already very inconvenient. Shopping malls and shops have basically been closed. Hospitals and schools are only in the urban area. The roads are blackened by coal everywhere.

These workers also take the bus to and from the city every day, and few of them live here normally.

The person in charge of the factory received Tutu. He was dressed very simply and poured Tutu a cup of tea.

"Mr. Qian, I didn't expect you to come so soon. I didn't have time to prepare refreshments."

Tutu waved his hand, "No need for those empty formalities. I saw when I came here that it's not even convenient to buy fruit here."

The person in charge nodded.

“Because the factory is closed down, everyone has left. Now there are only a few workers, plus the elderly who haven’t moved away, so there are only about 20 people in the town.

The living area was all welfare housing at the time, and if you need to shoot, you can vacate it, including the streets in front. "

Tutu stood in front of the window and looked around. The area the person in charge mentioned already included most of the town.

"Why don't you just stop the machine? Running it every day would cost more than it would bring in."

The person in charge smiled bitterly, "We can't stop. The machine was replaced sixteen years ago.

Who would have thought that the coal reserves would be exhausted so quickly just sixteen years after the machines were replaced? Machines will always break down if they are not used. The coal mine has been mined for nearly seventy years. This is not only a factory, but also the memories of the older generation. Now there are more than a dozen elderly people living in the town, and they are all old revolutionaries who came to participate in the construction at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Fortunately, there are still some unmined mines, so we can slowly keep going until the last twelve old workers retire, and then we will probably close the business.

However, now that all regions are shutting down coal mines for environmental protection, it is even more difficult to sell the machines.”

Tutu nodded. The person in charge was quite honest. It was really difficult to sell the machine now.

"So I can shoot anything in this town, right?"

The person in charge nodded and said, "I can notify every household and ask them not to go and watch and take pictures. If you have any other requests, you can also put forward them, Mr. Qian."

Tutu lowered his head and thought for a while. "There are still people living here. It doesn't quite meet my requirements. Don't you have a completely deserted town near you?"

The person in charge felt bitter when he heard Tutu say that it did not fully meet the requirements.

“No, in fact, most of the towns in the Northeast are semi-abandoned, and the people who remain are basically older people who miss the past and are afraid of change.

In the nearby town, a yard can be rented for a few hundred dollars a year. If you want to sell it, no one will buy it even if you put the price at several thousand dollars.

To be honest, there are no banks or hospitals here. Those who could have left have already left, and the rest are unable to leave for various reasons."

Tutu stood in front of the window and looked at it. "So this is not the reason why it is hard to leave your hometown,"

The person in charge refilled his tea and said, "This place was newly built after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Everyone came here from all over the country to build it. There is no such thing as a hometown."

Tutu thought about it and said, "Well, this is a big production and I want to shoot the zombie siege in one place.

Finally, we have to blow up the town. Look at which houses belong to the factory's public property. I will buy them together with the machines. I don't need the land, so don't ask me for too much."

The person in charge looked up at Tutu cautiously and said, "I heard from an old friend who introduced you that you are shooting a period drama."

Tutu acted like a local tycoon, "Yes, I am mainly responsible for the location. The investors also shoot period dramas and zombie movies. The title of the drama is "World Fusion: I Fight Zombies in the 1950s."

These days, any movie can be made. The person in charge looked speechless and said, "Oh, OK, OK, you really have good taste.

Our factory here is from the 1950s and 1960s. We still have a set of obsolete machines from the 1960s in the factory, which are still in working order. If you need them, I will have them maintained for you.

But are you really spending money to buy our factory? Will this place become a ruin after you are done with it?

Tutu frowned, "Why do you still have requirements for what's left after the filming?"

The person in charge shook his head and said, "No, no, it's just that it's best to backfill after we open the mine.

In addition, the company also has the responsibility to restore the ecological environment of the mines. The mine pits must be backfilled and the mines must be reforested.

If the road is too damaged, it will be difficult for my backfilling machine to get in."

Tutu thinks that this kind of mine greening is also a way. "It's not a big deal. We can directly backfill it for you and clean it up. We have this business. But if we take on the greening project, we have to deduct this part of the fee accordingly. This part of the fee is not a small amount of money. Please consider it.

Isn't most of the town owned by the factory? How about this, I will pay for the relocation of the ten or so elderly people living here to the nearest town. There should be no problem with the formalities, right? "

The person in charge asked cautiously, "Mr. Qian is the best at this business. The other half of the town is a mine that has long been closed down. The people and machines actually belong to our factory.

Can you accept all of them? Also, can I ask about the resettlement fee?

I don't want to ask for more. The nearest town is on the edge of the city, and the housing prices are not high. However, they are all elderly people who cannot live on high floors. It will cost more than 10,000 yuan to resettle them.

Of course, here, because of the serious pollution caused by coal mining over the years, everyone is willing to move away, but the resettlement fee..."

Tutu thought for a moment and said, “I won’t give resettlement fees to those who have already left. I will only give resettlement fees to the elderly who live here, so that there won’t be any disputes among those who leave.

But you have to quote a price first, so I can see if your factory is expensive."

The person in charge nodded, "Of course, of course, there will be no disputes. The houses are all dormitory buildings in the factory, and no one cares. My factory is not valuable, the land is not valuable, and you don't need the land.

These are the shabby houses and machines on the ground, you see, 170 million…”

Tutu frowned, and the person in charge quickly changed his words, "One million and six hundred thousand is fine, you can sell my camera after shooting and get back one or two hundred thousand."

Tutu shook his head. "You will lose money every day you open the business. If you set the price at this level, you will have to pay for the resettlement of the elderly."

The person in charge thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, I'll take care of the placement of the elderly. When can you send someone to contact us?"

Tutu breathed a sigh of relief. "Someone will come tomorrow. You should first settle the elderly here. Don't settle them too badly. If you do, I will deduct this part of the money."

The person in charge took out a notebook with the elderly people's phone numbers recorded on it.

"These dozen elderly people are the first batch of veteran revolutionaries who came here. In fact, their salary subsidies are not too low. It's not that they are all short of money. Most of them are afraid of being without companions if they move away."