Chapter 255: Transfer of Ownership

Ten minutes later, Shen Yan arrived at his destination.

The urban village was filled with low-rise buildings and dense street trees, which intertwined to form a maze-like layout, creating a very strong sense of daily life.

The real estate agent was waiting expectantly by the roadside; Shen Yan had promised to settle the commission based on the number of completed deals, with a reward of 2,000 per property.

The residents here hoped for demolition every year, only to have their hopes dashed each time, and they had long since become disheartened. Many were eager to leave this godforsaken place as soon as possible, so now that someone was willing to take over, there was not much difficulty in negotiating.

Therefore, the agent accepted the task without a second word and had been following up continuously.

Unfortunately, Shen Yan was only interested in a limited area—specifically, this row of three-story storefronts along the roadside; otherwise, the agent could have earned more.

Actually, calling them storefronts was not entirely accurate; to be precise, they were residential houses converted into storefronts to conduct business activities.

Because of this, the surrounding residents had spared no effort to rack their brains, trying every way to find out who the buyer was, saying, "My house is for sale too, why don't you come take a look at my place? The price is negotiable."

The agent was someone who took money to get things done and was extremely shrewd, telling several homeowners directly, "If you keep holding out for a higher price, then there's no need for us to talk. The buyer doesn't have to have your place; there are plenty of people outside waiting to sell their houses."

Once these words were spoken, the homeowners who had been preparing to wait for a better price immediately changed their attitudes.

There was indeed customer traffic in this urban village, but the goods were often cheap, and there were all kinds of people from all walks of life, so unpleasant incidents happened quite often.

If they could choose, most homeowners hoped for broader development.

After meeting with the agent, Shen Yan took a form and began to browse through the records on it.

At this time, the homeowners were already waiting at home. After inspecting the area, Shen Yan saw that there were no major problems with the houses and that the documents were complete, so what else was there to say?

Buy them decisively!

Six houses, each with a property area of 80 square meters and three stories high, for an actual area of 240 square meters. Of course, property transactions are calculated based on the property area, at a price of 7,500 per square meter, totaling 3.6 million.

Upon hearing this, the agent was overjoyed; six houses, with a commission of 2,000 each, was equivalent to earning 12,000 for nothing.

Things went even more smoothly than expected.

Afterward, the group took the relevant documents and materials to the Property Rights Trading Center to take a number, handle fund supervision, and so on.

The so-called fund supervision, simply put, is to place the house payment into a bank's fund supervision account and then proceed with the transfer of ownership. If there are no issues with the transfer, the buyer receives the new property certificate, and the supervision account then releases the money to the landlord; conversely, if there is a problem with the transfer, the money is returned to the buyer's account, which ensures the safety of the funds and reduces disputes.

At the counter window.

The person handling the property transfer procedures for Shen Yan was a middle-aged man of medium build, slightly plump, with a head of thick, shiny black hair groomed meticulously. His eyebrows were thick and powerful, like two curved blades, and his square face blended the traces of time with the experience of life.

For some reason, although Shen Yan had clearly never met the man, he had a feeling of familiarity.

Seeing that Shen Yan was young and was handling the transfer of six houses at once, the middle-aged man could not help but be a bit surprised. His gaze swept over the personal information; the name was Shen Yan, and the household registration belonged to Xihu District, Hangzhou.

He could not help but mention, "Hello, I see your ID card is registered in Cangnan, but your household registration belongs to Hangzhou..."

Shen Yan was slightly stunned: "I study in Hangzhou, so I moved my household registration there for convenience. Will this affect the property transfer?"

"It doesn't affect it, it doesn't affect it, I was just asking casually. So you also go to university in Hangzhou, what a coincidence, my son is also there, he studies at Hangzhou University." A flash of excitement crossed the middle-aged man's eyes.

Shen Yan nodded indifferently, clearly having no interest in this; with over 60,000 students at Hangzhou University, it was not rare to run into someone from the same school.

Seeing that the other party was uninterested, the middle-aged man gave a sheepish smile and did not say anything more.

The subsequent process went very smoothly: the transfer application was submitted, the online contract was signed, taxes and fees were paid, and finally, the certificate was obtained.

Shen Yan paid the agent the 12,000 commission as promised.

Afterward, he rushed without stopping to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to change the nature of the houses from residential to commercial.

Just as Shen Yan expected, the houses were located next to the road and had long been used for commercial business activities, so the change process was exceptionally smooth.

In this way, as soon as the demolition notice was officially issued, these houses could receive corresponding compensation according to the standards for storefronts. Compared to ordinary residential housing, the compensation standard would be significantly increased!

With the main business finished, the blood-red sun was already hanging before Xishan, casting a sky full of sunset clouds, and the surrounding clouds were illuminated into a fiery red.

Stepping onto the return journey, the figure as gentle as water suddenly appeared in Shen Yan's mind; he had paid less attention to the factory during this period and had neglected her.

The little girl might not say it, but she was probably feeling miserable inside.

Make a phone call to show some concern.

Yancheng Clothing Factory, online store operations room.

Fang Xiang, who was sitting in front of the computer in a daze, felt her spirits lift upon seeing the caller ID on her phone screen, and she immediately ran out, beaming with joy.

Xiao Juan and Xiao Fang, who were nearby, looked at each other, completely confused.

Xiao Juan: "Hey! Do you think Sister Fang is in love? She's been so absent-minded lately."

Xiao Fang nodded firmly: "She must have received a call from her lover to be suddenly so happy."

Xiao Juan: "I wonder who is so lucky to be able to win over such a great beauty as Sister Fang."

Xiao Fang: "Sigh! If I could choose, I'd really like to trade my IQ for Sister Fang's looks."

Xiao Juan: "Let's not, you'd really become a fool if you traded it."

Xiao Fang: "......."

Rushing outside excitedly, Fang Xiang couldn't wait to answer the phone, and immediately after, Shen Yan's gentle and slightly teasing voice came to her ears: "Hey! Little Fangfang, Little Xiangxiang, little wild cat..."

Fang Xiang's ears turned hot, and she hurriedly replied: "I'm here, Boss!"

Hearing that Shen Yan was planning to come over to see her, Fang Xiang was overjoyed and asked Shen Yan if he wanted to eat together; she could go to the vegetable market to buy groceries and cook a table full of food.

Shen Yan readily agreed.

At 6:30 in the afternoon, Shen Yan drove to a residential compound near the factory in Yuhang District. Ever since he had visited that dilapidated bungalow last time, Shen Yan had asked Fang Xiang to look for a suitable place to live outside, preferably one where she could move in with just her bags.

There was no need to care about the price.

Shen Yan's meaning was very clear: housing prices would continue to rise in the future, so buying meant earning, and there was no need to save money for him. Fang Xiang didn't understand these things well, but a man's word was paramount, so she just listened obediently.

There definitely wouldn't be any mistake.

And so, she found this current residential compound.