Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1179 - 1153. Li Fuqiang’s asking price

Secretary Xiaozu is someone who truly understands efficient policies. Once he made the agreement here, he hurried over to Old Man Li’s home.

Originally, Li Fuqiang planned to drop the old man off and head straight back to the urban area. After all, it was winter, and his cough was bad, and security jobs wouldn’t take him anymore...

What to do then? Can’t bring him home!

As it happened, right after easing the old man with a few comforting words, he saw the young village secretary discussing the transfer of the homestead with them.

Oh wow! Isn’t this like receiving a pillow just when you feel sleepy?

He’s not young anymore; working for others isn’t suitable all the time; he should start his own business!

As it turned out, he was just short of some startup capital!

Five hundred a month isn’t much, but Li Fuqiang is no ordinary person. He was thinking of getting ten or even eight years’ worth of it upfront.

After all, they’re planning to transform it into a homestay, and they wouldn’t want him raising the rent periodically, right?

Besides, now that his family is in the city, they definitely won’t return to this old house, selling it saves the trouble of maintenance.

As for where the old man will live... that small shed by the mountain edge may be tiny, but it’s enough to fit a bedroom and living room.

The older you get, the emptier living in a big house feels; a smaller one gathers energy better! A few logs in winter can warm it right up.

With all this calculation, by the time Secretary Xiaozu returned, the old man’s bedding was already reluctantly packed by his rarely active son into that shed.

Old Man Li looked at her, teary-eyed, slow in action, very pitiful.

But Secretary Xiaozu maintained a smile at the corner of her mouth, politely asking, "Old man, your house windows are quite broken, the wind will seep through. Get your son to fix them later."

"Don’t worry, I have some business to discuss with him anyway. Fixing up the house won’t be an issue."

"No trouble at all..." Li Fuqiang squeezed in, laughing awkwardly.

This village secretary sure loves to meddle!

It’s his own father, does he need her muttering? But she holds the key to a long-term, rent-paying business, so Li Fuqiang grinned earnestly, then quickly dug for a hammer and nails from the old house to start repairing.

Nailing the window, he asked, "Secretary Zhu, have we agreed on the house deal?"

"What do you mean agreed?"

With a calm face, Secretary Xiaozu critiqued around the house, pointing, "This door won’t do either... Brother Li, not to be mean, but for our year-end evaluation, the living conditions of the village elders are quite critical..."

She didn’t finish, but Li Fuqiang got it.

At this moment, he smirked, thinking, "Isn’t she just hinting that the old man’s house should be fixed up a little better?"

Alright, as long as there’s money involved, fixing is no big deal!

Yet Secretary Xiaozu said, "Our houses here in this remote mountainous area, with a rent of 500, people in business aren’t fools, they’re not interested."

Li Fuqiang pounded the nail into the bed frame with a bang, cursing, "Damn, then why am I bothering with this?"

Without moving her brow, Secretary Xiaozu continued, "But Lao Song’s family, Song Tan, has taken a fancy to your back mountain Tea Mountain. Along with this homestead, they might tidy it up for tea pickers to live in... just saying, I reckon your high asking price might not sit well with her."

Lao Song’s family? Song Tan?!

Well, Li Fugui knows all about them!

If not for their interference, why would he have needed to bring the old man back in the middle of winter?

Immediately, he picked up the tools and continued working, while chuckling:

"That’s not quite right, we did have some misunderstandings before, but that was because I was anxious."

"You see, my dad is so old, of course I’d worry about his health."

"And besides, didn’t my dad get along well with them? We even gave them Dahuang."

"Gave them Dahuang? I didn’t hear that," Secretary Xiaozu raised an eyebrow, "Wasn’t the sale contract signed at that time? What do you mean gave?"

Li Fuqiang: ...

Li Fuqiang remained silent.

He saw through it; this woman was just jabbering, doing everything in advance without giving him a chance.

But he’s a clever one: since she hadn’t left, and his dad had even delivered the cow, this was clearly a topic to discuss!

And so, flapping his lips, his rundown and unwanted old house instantly turned into a remarkable feng shui treasure. Along with the Tea Mountain behind it, everything was filled with Spiritual Energy and good omens...

"Alright, alright!" Secretary Xiaozu dismissed him with a wave, "Don’t start with those fantasies with me; don’t I know better than you? Just tell me how much you’re asking, if it’s reasonable, I’ll ask her, otherwise, that’s it."

This threw Li Fuqiang into hesitation.

Nowadays in this remote mountainous area, a dilapidated house could be taken for a few thousand bucks. But homesteads are hard to come by now, so a few thousand bucks feel like a loss.

Yet Lao Song’s family is quite wealthy...

"500,000!"

At this price, Secretary Xiaozu raised an eyebrow, sneered, and turned to leave.

She left without a hint of attachment.

In fact, it made Li Fuqiang panic, he rushed after her, hammer in hand:

"Hey hey hey, don’t go. Let’s discuss a price between families, how can we be serious about business without haggling?"

Secretary Xiaozu replied with a sarcastic lilt, "Oh, so you sincerely want to do business, I thought you didn’t want to sell."

"And fifty grand... Why don’t you ask around the village, who’d be willing to take yours for five?"

"That’s not fair to say."

Li Fuqiang thickened his skin, "How big is my land... Besides, even if others want to buy, they’d need to not have a homestead under their name... If Song Tan wants it, the village will need a discussion!"

"Where have you seen a woman owning a homestead."

Secretary Xiaozu sneered, "Then you probably haven’t seen a woman in charge... Here’s an offer: thirty-year transfer for the back Tea Mountain, along with your family’s homestead and old house, 300,000."

Quoting as she nodded, internally sighing: I really went overboard asking Song Tan for a high price!

The abandoned Tea Mountain, typically, even a year brings in over 10,000 plus for a homestead.

Now it seems, it’s unlikely to settle for less than 400,000 for both.

But... 300,000?

Li Fuqiang was tempted.

He had calculated the worth of his family’s items more than once.

Take that unmanaged and abandoned Tea Mountain for instance, famous for tea production areas can ask up to 10,000 per acre.

But their area? A couple of years ago some nearby village rented out 50 acres combined for 4,700 a year, about the price of wasteland.

That price is shockingly low, but the issue is, no one wants to rent it! freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Now Lao Song’s family wants to rent it, thirty-year upfront for 300,000... Wait, isn’t that a loss?

But if I haggle further and they back out, I’ll get nothing, right?

Li Fuqiang fell into indecision.

Until then, teary-eyed Old Man Li, afraid to raise his voice at his son, softly said:

"That won’t work, renting is one thing, but the old house and Tea Mountain were passed down from your grandfather..."

Li Fuqiang snapped to realization!

Right!

Passed down from his grandfather, they never earned the family over 50,000 till now.

That Tea Mountain was profitable during his childhood, but it’s demanding: pruning, fertilizing, pest control...

Now it’s grown over two meters, too quick-burning even for firewood, who’d want it!

If it stays with us, won’t it grow less valuable?

Li Fuqiang clenched his teeth, "30,000 is too little... not enough to cover the land price, let alone the homestead... how about 400,000! 400,000 and I’ll sign right now!"

Though it seemed the Tea Mountain was undervalued a bit, and the homestead didn’t fetch a high price.

But he’s awaited half his life, this is the first who can fork over this sum all at once, and be willing to buy these items!

Seize it, seize it no matter what!

At his price, Secretary Xiaozu let out a breath, thinking: Done.

But she betrayed nothing on her face, waving her hand impatiently, "Let me negotiate with them first, might not even get village collective approval..."

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