Chapter 280: Buying Property

"Let me give you the bottom line: if all their children can sign, I don't mind buying them all," An Yinan said.

"If you are financially comfortable, I suggest you also buy a courtyard to hold onto. I think the areas near Beijing University and Qingmu University are quite good." Regarding Wu Youzhi, An Yinan somewhat admired his conduct and character, so she simply offered a bit of guidance; whether he could grasp it depended on his own foresight and courage.

"Are you saying it will rise?" Wu Youzhi asked.

An Yinan smiled and shook her head, not explaining further. She had already said what needed to be said; whether he believed it or not was up to him.

Along the way, Wu Youzhi's mind was filled with thoughts: will house prices rise?

The courtyard in the village was dilapidated and the price wasn't high, but would it really rise?

From whether it would rise, he gradually began to ponder where to buy a house, what size to buy, and even calculated whether his family's savings were enough to pay for it.

His mindset had already undergone a transformation.

Upon arriving at the village, An Yinan went straight to the old man's house, but a group of people had gathered at the entrance.

"You must be Comrade Wu? I called you yesterday," a strange man blocked Wu Youzhi's path.

"My dad's house is for sale. Didn't you name a price the day before yesterday? Didn't you say you promised my mom? You can't go back on your word," a woman said.

This man and woman must be the son and daughter of that older woman.

An Yinan stood behind Wu Youzhi and shook her head helplessly; with children like these, it was hard to say what would happen in the future.

"Sorry, we have an appointment with the old man today first. After we finish talking with him, we will go see your house," Wu Youzhi extended his arm to block the person in his way and let An Yinan go first.

An Yinan smiled, then walked directly to knock on the door and entered the courtyard.

"The little comrade is here?" The old man held a small teapot in one hand, put the spout to his mouth to sip tea, and after seeing An Yinan enter, he placed the pot on the small wooden table.

"The old man has good taste," An Yinan smiled.

"Hello, Comrade An." Just then, a young voice appeared, and a figure walked over from the backyard.

The newcomer was wearing a Zhongshan Suit and holding a flower pot, looking at the old man, "Dad, should I put it here?"

"A bit further back, align it, there we go, that's it." After the old man finished directing, the three of them sat around the wooden table.

Yun Mo guarded the entrance, and Yun Shu guarded behind An Yinan.

The old man had met the two of them yesterday and knew that An Yinan's identity was not simple; their footsteps were steady, their gazes firm, and every movement had the bearing of soldiers.

Someone who could have soldiers protecting them was either an important national talent or a powerful figure.

"Comrade An, is the condition from the day before yesterday still valid?" the old man said slowly.

An Yinan smiled, "Naturally, it is still valid."

"Good." The old man laughed heartily; he certainly hadn't misjudged her.

"This is my son; I only have this one son," the old man said to An Yinan.

The young man nodded slightly at An Yinan, counting as a greeting.

"Then shall we go to the village office to get the proof?" An Yinan said.

"However, I must remind you that future house prices might rise, perhaps to a degree you wouldn't dare imagine. Are you still selling?" An Yinan asked.

There was a sense of detachment about the old man, and her intuition was good, which was why she offered the reminder.

The old man smiled, "One lives a lifetime; look at everything with an open mind, no need to pursue gains and losses too much."

He had already made his decision, and since he had made it, there was no need to dwell on it.

"Good, as long as you've thought it through," An Yinan nodded.

The group first went to the village to have the proof and registration done, and then An Yinan and the old man agreed to meet at the Housing Management Bureau tomorrow.

Only then did An Yinan face the other family.

"How many siblings are there in your family?" An Yinan asked.

"There are four of us siblings." It couldn't be hidden; they had to go to the village for registration and proof, and the village had everyone on record.

An Yinan raised an eyebrow, "Have you all come?"

The two people asked shook their heads, "One is still missing."

An Yinan looked at them, "If one person is missing, I won't buy the house."

Missing one person meant there would be disputes later, especially since the property rights weren't theirs; she was afraid of trouble later on.

Besides, in this village, she had already bought three courtyards; all things considered, it was neither too many nor too few.

"Tomorrow, everyone can come tomorrow," the man gritted his teeth and said.

An Yinan waved her hand, "To be honest, I've already bought houses; I don't need your family's courtyard, and I don't have time tomorrow."

The main thing was that she would be living in this village in the future and didn't want to have major conflicts with the original residents, which was why she was patient enough to talk to them.

She really didn't have time tomorrow, as she had an appointment with the old man at the Housing Management Bureau for the transfer.

"Young lady, are you still buying houses? My house doesn't need that much, one thousand yuan will do." Just then, an old man walked over and asked.

An Yinan blinked first, then looked at the old man, "Are the property rights your own?"

"They are my own!" The old man nodded.

"The courtyard is right next to his house. It was originally prepared for my Lao Er, but the child is successful and went to the City to buy a house. I'm selling this courtyard to give the money to Lao Er; it counts as a father supporting him." The old man was an honest person and told her the situation at home.

An Yinan smiled and said, "Old man, I can buy the house, but I need all your children to sign."

The old man was getting on in years; after he passed away, if the children came to argue, it would be too much trouble.

"I know your rules. I only have two sons. I called them yesterday, and they should be back soon today," the old man said.

"That's fine, I'll wait," An Yinan said with a smile.

During the time she was waiting, several families came to inquire, and An Yinan answered them all with a smile.

Among them was a very small courtyard, and the asking price was indeed not high, but the family was quite pitiful; they were selling the courtyard to pay for their mother-in-law's medical treatment, asking for only five hundred yuan.

Wu Youzhi had also taken An Yinan's words to heart, but he didn't speak up in advance; instead, he consulted An Yinan to see if he could buy it.

The location of this courtyard was a bit remote, but it had great potential for price appreciation, though it wasn't suitable for opening a shop in the short term.

An Yinan directly let Wu Youzhi have it. Wu Youzhi went to the village with the owner to get the proof and registration, then told the owner to go directly to the Housing Management Bureau tomorrow.

Just like that, while waiting, Wu Youzhi bought a dilapidated courtyard, and his heart was still pounding.

"They're here, this is my eldest son, and this is my second son." The two brothers came together, both riding bicycles.

"Dad, is Lao Er's courtyard for sale?" the eldest son asked directly.

The old man replied, "Lao Er bought a house in the City, keeping the courtyard is useless, if no one lives there, the courtyard will fall into disrepair quickly, it's better to sell it."

"What about my courtyard?" the eldest son asked.

The old man looked at the eldest son, "That courtyard was already transferred to you when you got married, you decide for yourself."

Only then did the eldest son breathe a sigh of relief; his wife also wanted to sell their courtyard, and if the old man had suppressed it, it would have been difficult to handle.