Chapter 1116

Secretary Da Zhu can deeply grasp efficient policies. Once things were settled over there, she rushed to Old Man Li's house.

Originally, Li Fuqiang planned to send the old man back and then rush straight back to the city. After all, he coughs in the winter, and people don't want him for the gatekeeping job anymore...

What to do? He can't take him home!

Who knew it was such a coincidence; just as he sent the person back and coaxed him with a few soft words, he saw the young secretary in the village chatting with someone about transferring a homestead.

Oh my! Isn't this just sending a pillow when you're sleepy?

You're at such an old age, working for others all the time isn't the way to go; you still have to start your own business!

As it happens, he's just short of some startup capital!

Although 500 a month isn't much, Li Fuqiang isn't an ordinary person, so he pondered about having someone give it all at once for ten or eight years.

After all, they are using it to renovate into a homestay, and he doesn't want to be asked for a price hike every few days, right?

Besides, his family has already moved to the city, and he definitely won't come back to live in this old house in the future. Selling it saves the trouble of managing it.

As for where the old man lives... that small shed by the mountain is small, but it can still squeeze out a bedroom and a living room.

When you're old, living in such a big house makes you feel empty inside. This kind of small one gathers energy! In winter, just burning a couple of pieces of firewood makes it warm.

With this calculation, when Secretary Da Zhu came again, the old man's bedding had been tidied up by his son, who was uncharacteristically diligent, to the shed over there.

Old Man Li looked at her, eyes full of tears, moving slowly, looking very pitiful.

But Secretary Da Zhu only kept a smile on the corner of her mouth and asked politely: "Old man, the windows of your house are a bit broken, and it will leak wind later. You must ask your son to help repair it in a while."

"Don't worry, I happen to have something to discuss with him, so having him tidy up the house along the way won't be any trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble..." Li Fuqiang chuckled and squeezed forward.

The village secretary in front of him just loves to meddle in other people's business!

Does he need her to nag him about his own biological father? But she holds the business that can provide long-term rent, so Li Fuqiang spoke with a fawning smile, then nimbly dug out a hammer, nails, and boards from the old house, and started hammering away.

While nailing the window, he asked: "Secretary Zhu, do you think my house deal is settled?"

"What settled or not settled?"

Secretary Da Zhu looked calm as she picked at things in the house, pointing here and there: "This door is no good either... Brother Li, it's not that I'm complaining, but our year-end assessment includes the living environment of the elderly in the village as a very important aspect..."

She didn't finish the rest, but Li Fuqiang clearly understood.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking, isn't it just asking me to tidy up the old man's room to look a bit more decent?

Fine, as long as I can get the money, any way of tidying up is fine!

But Secretary Da Zhu said: "In our poor countryside, a rent of 500... people doing business aren't fools, they won't be happy."

Li Fuqiang hammered a nail into the bed board with a "bang" and then cursed: "Damn, then why am I bothering with this?"

Secretary Da Zhu didn't even blink: "However, the old Song family in our village, that Song Tan, has taken a fancy to the tea mountain behind your house. Along with this homestead, it can be tidied up for the tea pickers to live in... let's see, I suspect that with your high asking price, she might not agree."

The old Song family? Song Tan?!

Li Fuqiang knows that all too well!

If it weren't for them meddling in other people's business, why would he have to send the old man back in the middle of winter!

He immediately picked up his tools and continued working, while laughing:

"You can't say it like that. We had some conflicts before, but that was because I was anxious."

"You say my dad is at such an old age, I'm definitely worried about his health."

"Besides, isn't my dad on good terms with them? Our Da Huang was even given to her."

"Was Da Huang given? I haven't heard of that." Secretary Da Zhu raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you sign a sales contract back then? What do you mean given?"

Li Fuqiang:...

Li Fuqiang stopped talking.

He finally saw through it; this woman is just nitpicking, doing everything in advance and not giving him a chance.

But he is also a clever person: since she hasn't left, and his dad sent a cow, then this matter is worth discussing!

So, with a flick of his lips, his dilapidated, unwanted old house instantly became a remarkable piece of prime real estate. Along with the tea mountain behind it, it had everything from spiritual energy to auspiciousness...

"Fine, fine, fine!" Secretary Da Zhu looked at him with disdain: "Don't give me that nonsense. Don't I know better than you? Just tell me how much money you want. If it's reasonable, I'll go ask; if not, forget it."

This made Li Fuqiang hesitate.

Nowadays, this broken house in the mountain corner could be bought for a few tens of thousands. But homesteads are hard to apply for now, and he feels a few tens of thousands is a loss.

And the old Song family is so rich...

"500,000!"

As soon as this price was reported, Secretary Da Zhu raised an eyebrow, sneered, and turned to leave.

She didn't show the slightest bit of reluctance.

Instead, it made Li Fuqiang panic, and he chased after her with his hammer:

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go. Let's sit down and talk about the price. If you don't bargain, you're not sincere about doing business..."

Secretary Da Zhu said sarcastically: "Oh, so you want to be sincere about doing business. I thought you didn't want to sell."

"And 500,000... you might as well ask around the village who would be willing to buy that piece of yours for 50,000."

"You can't say it like that."

Li Fuqiang was thick-skinned: "How big is my land... besides, even if others want to buy it, they have to have a homestead in their name... If Song Tan wants it, the village will still have to discuss it!"

"Since when do women have homesteads?"

Secretary Da Zhu sneered: "Then you must have never seen a woman in office... One price, 300,000 for the 30-year transfer of the tea mountain behind, plus your family's homestead and old house."

While quoting the price, she complained in her heart: I really shouldn't have asked Song Tan for a high price!

Originally, an abandoned tea mountain would cost more than 10,000 a year, not to mention the homestead.

Now it's good, it probably won't even cost 400,000 for both combined.

But... 300,000?

Li Fuqiang was already tempted.

He had calculated more than once how much the things in his hometown were worth.

Take that tea mountain that no one manages and has already gone wild; in famous tea-producing areas, one mu of land can fetch up to 10,000.

But here? The year before last, someone in a nearby village contracted it; 50 mu of land combined only gave 4,700 yuan a year, almost the same price as a barren mountain.

This price is shockingly low, but the problem is, no one was even willing to contract it!

Now the old Song family wants to contract it and is giving 300,000 all at once... wait, no, that's for 30 years, wouldn't this price be a loss?

But if he bargains again and they don't contract it, wouldn't he get nothing?

Li Fuqiang fell into a dilemma.

Just then, Old Man Li, who didn't dare to raise his voice at his son, said in a low, tearful voice:

"That won't do. Renting is one thing, but this old house and that tea mountain were passed down by your grandfather..."

Li Fuqiang suddenly woke up!

That's right!

It was passed down by his grandfather, and until now, it hasn't earned the family more than 50,000 yuan.

That tea mountain could earn some income when he was a child, but the problem is, tea leaves need pruning, fertilizing, and pest control...

Now it has grown to two meters tall; it's not even good for firewood, so who would want it!

If he keeps it in his hands, won't it become less and less valuable?

Li Fuqiang gritted his teeth: "300,000 is too little... it's not even enough for the land contract, let alone the homestead... How about this, 400,000! I'll sign the papers right now for 400,000!"

Although the tea mountain price was a bit of a loss and he didn't get the price for the homestead.

But he had been waiting for half a lifetime, and this was the first person who could take out so much money at once and was willing to buy these things!

Seize it, must seize it!

Secretary Da Zhu breathed a sigh of relief at his asking price, thinking: It's settled.

But she didn't reveal it on her face at all, instead waving her hand impatiently: "Wait until I talk to them before saying anything. The village collective might not even agree..."