Crossing 1992: Contracting a barren mountain and becoming a huge demolition household

His son is unreliable in other aspects, but he is never inferior in taking advantage of others. Uncle Liang is very relieved about this.

The middle-aged man's expression eased slightly, and he muttered, "That's more like it. Why should I, a buyer, be bullied?"

Liang Feng had sharp ears and heard the whole sentence. He understood that this person was a little too proud and couldn't stand it, so his attitude suddenly became better.

He invited people into the house, "Brother! Come in and take a look. Let's talk while we look."

The middle-aged man walked into the room in the direction of his finger. The room was not very big. Fortunately, Liang Feng's family was small, with only three people living there, so it didn't seem that crowded.

The house is less than 40 square meters and is simply divided into two bedrooms and a living room, with the kitchen and toilet built in the outer room.

Liang Feng glanced at the middle-aged man's expression all the way and found that he showed neither satisfaction nor disgust. He was a little confused for a moment.

The middle-aged man turned around briefly and looked at Liang Feng calmly, "Okay, I've probably finished looking. Name your price."

Liang Feng straightened his body and slowly said a number, "Twenty thousand."

The middle-aged man walked past him and was about to leave.

Liang Feng was anxious. "Brother, I'm offering you a sincere price! If you don't believe me, go ask around. The house sold by Old Li's family in the back street is also over 500 yuan per square meter."

The middle-aged man stopped and turned to look at him. "I won't argue with you anymore. I'll just be frank. All I have on me is 14,000."

He pointed at the houses around him and said, "I just came to Ancheng to develop my business and don't know much about the area. I was wondering if the old houses here could be cheaper, so I came here to look around. Your offer is indeed sincere, but I can't afford that much. Let's just make friends, forget it."

The middle-aged man's expression was indeed sincere when he said this, but his steps did not stop at all.

Liang Feng saw that his words and actions were consistent, and believed that he was telling the truth.

This is how to do?

Fourteen thousand, that’s a direct cut of one-third, so the price per square meter is only over three hundred! This is too much of a loss!

But this person is the only one who has come to see the house during this period. If I miss him, when will I be able to sell the house?

"When we move into our new house, we don't need to decorate it luxuriously, but we still need to putty and tile it, right? And then there's the bed, the sofa, the appliances—all of which cost money. It's not like we need to get everything done, but at least we can't lose face when others come to visit, right?"

"For example, your uncle's family. When people come in and see the building, they say, 'Wow, it looks like a new building, but it's just a shiny donkey dung shell with nothing inside.' If word gets out, not only will your uncle and aunt be offended, but we, as their children, will feel bad too!"

"So! I thought, take out 13,000 or 14,000 yuan and decorate the new house beautifully, so that those who looked down on you before will give you a thumbs up."

Liang Feng's mind suddenly recalled what Fang Xin had said.

So even though I lost money selling the house for 14,000 yuan, it was enough for renovation.

Liang Feng gritted his teeth and looked at Uncle Liang, "Dad! Fourteen thousand is fourteen thousand, let's sell it!"

Uncle Liang's eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief, "You're crazy!"

Seeing Liang Feng trying to chase the middle-aged man, he hurried forward to stop him, holding Liang Feng tightly with both hands, preventing him from moving forward, "Don't even think about it! Selling it for 14,000! If your grandfather knew about this, he would open his coffin and jump out to beat me!"

Liang Feng said impatiently, "Can my grandfather let you live in the new house?"

"I'm losing money selling it for 14,000, but I can use the money to renovate it, and then I can marry Fang Xin, and I'll have five houses. Will I still need this little loss by then?"

Liang Feng felt that his father was getting more and more confused as he got older, and he couldn't even figure out the accounts.

"But..." Uncle Liang always felt uneasy because of the house that was going to be sold at a loss and the daughter-in-law he hadn't married yet.