Chapter 368: with translation of chapter title

Straight to the village.

Wu Anxian inspected the construction site; the mealtime had just passed, the workers were resting, and Fan Laoshi's student, Li Xin, who was also a friend of Mai Hangyu, was also present.

Mai Hangyu greeted them.

Li Xin, wearing a safety helmet, ran over to greet him, calling him 'Boss Wu' each time.

Don't say.

You don't say.

Hearing people call him that, Wu An felt quite invigorated.

Originally it was a scorching day; he had intended to just walk around the construction site and leave, but he stayed a bit longer on purpose. If Mai Hangyu hadn't gotten a call saying the town shop owner wanted to meet, he would have wanted to linger a bit more, strolling around beside the workers.

He went back to the Mai family.

Lao Mai wasn't there; he had gone out fishing.

However, he had already figured out the shop situation; the current milk tea shop owner is also the landlord.

Barely counts as a second-generation rich.

His father is a local figure, a capable man; back when the town hadn't yet developed, he bought several plots of land and built the current house.

When the town developed and formed the current market, this storefront naturally became valuable.

Its value has multiplied many times over since he bought the land.

And this is merely a small test of his skills.

As early as over a decade ago, at the start of the millennium, he sold several storefronts, moved to the county seat, and began buying land and houses in the county and city.

Heard that he bought an entire floor of a newly built commercial building in the county; it just opened for business last year, and the annual rent alone brings in a considerable sum.

Wu An, hearing Mai Hangyu's explanation, couldn't help but nod, secretly admiring his foresight.

Take a look.

There are countless paths to wealth; in his view, accumulating capital this way took over ten or twenty years—not fast, but it's steady.

But nothing is more comfortable or profitable than being a landlord.

Business has gains and losses; if you lose, we won't talk about it; even if you profit, part of that profit goes to the landlord.

Put bluntly, the profit from doing business might even be less than what the landlord earns.

Working hard from dawn till dusk to run a business ends up being work for the landlord.

You tell me, isn't this aggravating?

Even more aggravating is what might come later: if the landlord gets jealous, he could simply evict you and seize your business.

He's currently buying storefronts and houses, actually harboring the idea of becoming a landlord himself.

Having been reborn, who wouldn't want to try being a landlord to see if it's really as great as imagined?

As long as his sons and grandsons don't start businesses, holding dozens of keys and 'painstakingly' collecting rent, he could enjoy life comfortably for generations.

If he starts a business, looking at the milk tea shop owner, the outcome would be quite bad.

He can't continue anymore.

Wu An had previously bought milk tea at the shop; the tea was quite ordinary, with nothing special.

But the decoration was not bad.

Last time he simply came to buy a milk tea, without carefully observing the shop's situation.

This time, upon entering the milk tea shop, he examined it closely and had to admit, the owner is truly wealthy.

The decoration is very good.

It's the kind of place where changing the sign would let you open for business, but it's unsuitable for a snack shop.

Still, it has to be a milk tea shop.

During this period he has been in contact with several milk tea brand salespeople, already planning to obtain a regional agency and become a municipal-level agent.

Once decided, it would mean investing several hundred thousand.

For an ordinary person, that's tantamount to a huge gamble.

The waters here are deep; some are outright scams designed to trap people.

If he didn't have money in hand, and even though he's a reborn person, he wouldn't dare act lightly.

The boss, surnamed Fang, is about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a bit of stubble and slightly messy hair.

It's clear the milk tea shop's bleak business has run him ragged.

He was idly playing with his phone when he saw Wu An and the others walk in, mistakenly thinking they had come for business, and instinctively greeted them.

Upon seeing Mai Hangyu, the smile on his face instantly faded: 'Buying a house?'

Mai Hangyu greeted him, and they briefly introduced themselves.

Boss Fang, seeing Wu An so young, assumed this kid was also a second-generation rich like him, and said: 'The actual usable area of the house is twenty-five square meters, and the asking price is 150,000.'

6,000 yuan per square meter, a price slightly higher than that of commercial housing in the county.

But this is a shop-house.

Even in the town, it's far more expensive than a mere residential house.

If renting out shop fronts in the town, the annual rent for this milk tea shop is roughly around.

Boss Fang's offered price can only be described as passable; since he can give a lump-sum offer, Wu An would certainly not just nod and accept it like that.

After all, it's buying a house, not a cabbage.

He asked: 'How do you account for the furnishings and decoration inside your shop?'

'I might not necessarily run a milk tea shop in the future.'

Wu An smiled, showing a harmless grin, and said: 'I'm not hiding anything from you; actually, my girlfriend wants to open a snack shop, which is why I asked Mai Hangyu to look for a suitable storefront.'

Boss Fang's face scrunched up as he looked around his milk tea shop, into which he had poured his heart and soul; he gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, saying: 'Whether you want to do it or not, if you don't, just handle it however you like!'

As long as you don't hem and haw with me.

I originally intended to rent it out, but I found it troublesome, so I decided to sell it directly to you.

He is the second son in the family.

I had planned to show off in front of the old master with this milk tea shop, but I ended up losing face.

The old master has already sent word, telling him to hurry back and, by the way, sell the shop fronts in town, take the money, and go speculate in real estate.

From now on, he can't possibly continue the milk tea business; he can only be an ordinary, unremarkable rich second-generation.

Even dealing with those things in the shop is troublesome; it's not worth wasting effort over that little money.

Wu An nodded and said, 'Thanks, boss; then I won't stand on ceremony.'

I still have one question.

I see this building has a second floor; aren't you selling it?

Boss Fang said, 'This milk tea shop is the westernmost of the storefronts my father originally built, so there is no second floor.'

That's how it is... back then, my father didn't know whether he was trying to save money or to make the middle storefronts more valuable, so he allocated the second-floor space separately to the middle storefronts.

Wu An was speechless.

One can still play it like this?

How are the property rights calculated? How is the land calculated?

Many questions popped up in Wu An's head, but he also knew these questions must have already been resolved; otherwise, Boss Fang couldn't have said those words.

The buildings in town, although they are street-facing shop fronts, after all it's a rural area, especially this kind of private housing, which is inherently not that standardized.

Boss Fang continued, 'If you buy those storefronts, the second floor can be directly given to you, of course the price will be relatively higher.'

Wu An widened his eyes: 'Given as a gift?'

Boss Fang chuckled: 'Yeah, you didn't hear wrong, it really is a gift.'

If you directly buy all the storefronts, it's a total of three hundred square meters; adding up both floors makes six hundred square meters.

I can give you a discount, a flat price of 1.5 million.

Wu An heard and was stunned.

His eyes widened, and to onlookers he looked a bit dazed.

At this moment, he was excited inside.

No way?

There's still such a good thing!!!