Zhao Changan and Wen Ye each carried a large bundle of four eight-section tree sticks with a total weight of about two hundred kilograms. They took a shortcut all the way up the mountain with long strides, then walked around the mountainside and downhill for two or three miles.

Arriving at the gate of his house in the old village.

The sun was shining brightly, and the mountain wind blowing from the direction of the broad lake passed by the thirty or forty homes on the hillside and blew toward the deeper valley.

"Take a break."

Zhao Changan had been drinking too much all year round, so he was still a little weak, and sweat had begun to form on his face and forehead.

At this time, when we came to an open area without woods, a mountain breeze carrying water vapor blew by. I suddenly felt extremely comfortable, and my body immediately softened, and I couldn't bear the weight on my shoulders.

He quickly stood the tree he was carrying against the courtyard wall, took out a cigarette and lit it, and gave another one to Wen Ye who put down the tree.

When he was lighting and passing the cigarette, his hands were shaking a little, which exposed his weakness.

"hehe."

Wen Ye smiled and moved his left and right shoulders slightly, only to hear a "crack-crack-crack" sound of dense joints exploding like fried beans.

"You are too weak. You must know how to stick to your essence and be diligent and frugal. You can have fun, but don't just drop bombs on any piece of land regardless of its value!"

Wen Ye shook his neck again, and there was still a series of "click, click, click, click" sounds: "Carrying a tree is also a kind of practice, which is called strengthening the body and training the copper skin and iron bones."

"You're such a braggart! According to your logic, if a person tastes a thousand flowers, as long as he doesn't lose them, he is still a boy?"

"There's nothing you can do if you think that way about others, but can you do it?"

Wen Ye glanced at Zhao Changan with disdain in his eyes: "Facing those red and pink skeletons, how can you have such great concentration?"

"What a pink skull, you don't understand the beauty of women at all! If you haven't played, you have no right to speak. You don't even understand this?"

Zhao Changan smiled mischievously: "It's the same principle. If a man has never even touched a woman's hand, but accidentally loses it when he is dreaming at night, then has he broken his gong?

Isn’t it pure?”

"Damn it! If you are so quibbley as you are, if you are sitting in a closed car, then you are not equal to mixing up the air exhaled from the noses and mouths of all the men and women in it? Are you from high school?

When you go to the toilet to urinate, wouldn’t your urine be mixed with the urine of thousands of people?”

Faced with Zhao Changan's arrogant sophistry, Wen Ye didn't even bother to pay attention to him, and relied on more exaggerated examples to refute his sophistry.

"Holy crap! Prince, you are so damn talented, what you say makes so much sense!"

Zhao Changan was also convinced.

So the two brothers stopped talking, smoking cigarettes and looking at the distant scenery.

Green smoke curls up and scatters in the wind.

Because of the barrier between trees and mountains, Zhao Changan could only see a little beach where Liu Cui was fishing, and the rows of peach blossom trees along the lake that looked like light pink clouds.

"When I come back tomorrow afternoon, help me move together. My old man is going to take back Zeng Xiaoxiao's house, and I'm going to move to Xia Wuyue's place. Sister Qiangwei wants Qiao San's house. I guess she'll be there after she's done working in Makino.

Come back and see how to renovate it, and also redecorate Xia Wuyue's building. Do you want Qiao Jianwei's set next? If you do, I will ask Xu Songlin to take pictures."

Zhao Changan changed the topic, feeling that it was a little inconvenient for Wen Ye to come back every time, and wanted to persuade him to get a house in the city.

"Okay, install it for me too, just a simple one, otherwise it will be inconvenient to do anything in the city. I think you might as well take pictures of Luan Dayu and Gou Jianyong."

Wen Ye didn't act pretentious this time and nodded in agreement.

In the past, it was because the brothers were tight on money and needed to use it wisely, but now there is no need to do so anymore.

"Then take pictures of Li Yongzhang's house. He will definitely ask for it and ask Sister Qiangwei to lend him the money. My dad wants to take back the rest of the houses, or pay to buy them. These residents cost 2 to 300,000 yuan. I guess every household will grit their teeth and make another move.

We can borrow a little bit from here and there, and any family can afford it, but no family dares to take out two or three hundred thousand like this. I told Sister Qiangwei that as long as we take it back, we will take pictures of it all."

Zhao Changan said a little helplessly: "So far, no one wants the four villas of Li Yongzhang, Luan Dayu, Gou Jianyong, and Qiao Jianwei. The liquidation team has reduced them to 200,000 yuan. Four three-story fine decoration, more than 400 square meters.

The building area includes a 60-square-meter yard and a

There is an external kitchen and an external utility room. The cost of each building built by Xia Wenyang four years ago was more than 200,000 yuan. This does not include the land price of 230m2 per building. Now the land there is scarce. One acre can

Sold for two to three hundred thousand, this 230m2 land is worth two hundred thousand!"

This land originally covered an area of ​​20 acres. It was the old factory area of ​​the precast panel factory and the office building of the head office of Laoyijian.

Later, it was divided into two parts due to road construction.

More than ten acres in the south were replaced with thirty acres of new land on the outskirts of the city, used as a new factory area for the precast panel factory and a new main office building area.

The more than ten acres of land are used as new family homes for the Second Lighting Bureau, the Construction Committee, and several units.

The ten acres of land in the north have been idle for six or seven years.

Four years ago, Xia Wenyang used almost the last bit of funds from First Construction, about three million, and borrowed more than one million from the bank to build these 24 villas in three rows. Later, he complained that he could not sell them and the bank demanded payment.

The price of these villas has been significantly reduced, with each unit priced at RMB 40,000.

Of course there is a lot of skill involved here, and the people who can buy it are all little people with some reputation in the mountain city.

Xia Wenyang sold these villas for 960,000 yuan, and took out more than 300,000 yuan from the first construction capital pool, which was regarded as repaying the one-year short-term loan with interest.

Although there are no problems in the process of this series of operations, this behavior of selling collective assets at a low price is something that can be seen at a glance.

It has only been four years now, and the homeowners who bought these houses are all working in their respective positions. Only those who are crazy would take this matter to Zhao Shubin and build a hardtop and refuse to hand over the house.

To be realistic, these people are not short of houses. The most they can do is get their previous rent money back and some reasonable renovation costs. No matter how angry they are, they have to take the money and leave.

"Your dad is an amazing man!"

Wen Ye sincerely gave Zhao Changan a thumbs up this time: "He has offended almost everyone from all over Shancheng City. It's really awesome! Don't even mention the auction of this house, your dad.

It’s just a free gift. I think no one who is qualified would dare to ask for it. Except for you, no one else will.”

"Haha~"

Zhao Changan also laughed.

It is easy to take back those houses, but if you want to sell them again, it is definitely not an ordinary difficulty.

By doing this, he is actually helping his father and the vast number of employees of First Construction to seek benefits.

Otherwise, the old man would bring dozens or hundreds of construction workers to repossess the house, and the house would be repossessed with great fanfare and could not be sold, which would become a big joke.

If you offend someone to death but still can't get a penny from them, that's a huge loss!
Chapter completed!