Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Parents who are shocked by high housing prices
The candidate for the hotel has been decided, but the foreign trade talent from the Shenzhen furniture factory has not yet been settled. Feng Yiping wonders if there is a way to get someone from the old state-owned foreign trade enterprises, as the outflow of foreign trade talent from state-owned enterprises has also been relatively serious in recent years.
The new factory in Shenzhen has already started civil engineering work under the auspices of the external managers Xiong Yuliang and Lao Cai, and adhering to Shenzhen's high speed, the progress is even faster than the hotel project.
After Lao Cai left, Cai Xin finally got what he wanted. He was temporarily in charge of the furniture factory. However, the furniture factory was no longer under the Cai family's control. It belonged to a branch of Jiasheng Furniture. Various departments, such as finance and sales, had already moved in. In short, his power as the person in charge had been greatly reduced.
Feng Yiping still drove Jinling's Z3 back to the city at night. There was no choice. Jinling said that she would take turns driving it for a few days. In fact, it wasn't a request, it was a notice. She asked Feng Yiping for the driving licence, took some things from the glove box of the sports car, and then drove off proudly in Feng Yiping's car.
Feng Yiping didn't know how to handle the situation. Firstly, there was always a difference between men and women, and secondly, the other person not only insisted on working out, but also had the money and time to practice taekwondo. Note that it is taekwondo, not the kind of judo that sounds a bit soft but is actually about using softness to overcome hardness. It is taekwondo that focuses on kicking and stomping with the legs and feet, supplemented by hand strikes.
Feng Yiping also remembered a few moves from military training, so he wisely and generously chose to accept the result. After all, if he were to be kicked down by a woman and then beaten while she sat on top of him, it would leave a lasting scar on his young heart.
Unexpectedly, the next day, after seeing the car, Huang Jingping became interested. This car and Feng Yiping's car were two very different styles. It was not boxy, but had a classic sports car style, with a very sexy streamlined body that girls would like. In particular, it was also a convertible, and sitting in a convertible car and feeling the wind was such a romantic thing to do.
So, what was originally planned as a trip to the market to buy groceries turned into a morning stroll along the river. Needless to say, the car's ability to attract attention is stronger than Feng Yiping's car, mainly because it is a convertible. After entering the city, the people on the bus next to them leaned against the windows to look at it. Convertibles are quite rare nowadays, and there may be a few in the city, but they are definitely not common.
After arriving home, Feng Yiping even took the trouble to slip the property management a packet of cigarettes, asking them to keep a closer eye on things. It was a soft top, and Feng Yiping always felt that such a design was inviting people to slash it with a knife.
'It feels so good!' Huang Jingping was still in a daze when she got home.
'You like it? Then take the time to get your driving licence, and we'll buy one too.'
Huang Jingping was of course delighted to hear this, but immediately refused, 'No, a car like this is good-looking, but it's not practical. It can only seat two people, and it's so short that on our road, a car like this can't even make it to the hometown.'
Huang Jingping gave several reasons at once, the main one being that she was not yet used to accepting such an expensive gift from Feng Yiping.
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Feng Zhenchang and the others had already arrived in the capital. They paid their respects at the *** Memorial Hall, got up early to attend the flag-raising ceremony, and when the national flag was raised, their hearts were filled with emotion. In particular, Mei Guosheng was so moved that he almost shed a tear.
They of course took pictures in Tiananmen Square, went to the Forbidden City for a spin, and watched the dragon throne in the Hall of Supreme Harmony from afar, marveling. Finally, they also went to the Great Wall once, and the slight incline was no match for them at all.
Mei Jianzhong, still wearing the sports shoes Feng Yiping bought him, walked briskly to a beacon tower on a commanding height. Standing on the magnificent structure built in the Ming Dynasty, he looked out at the lush and sparse mountains and forests of early spring in the north, thinking about the weight, vicissitudes, and glory of the centuries that he had seen one after another over the past few days, and feeling an extraordinary sense of satisfaction.
Because they had brought Mei Jianzhong along, this time, Mei Qiuping was also particularly generous. Apart from the average conditions of the hotel they stayed in, everything else was arranged by Feng Zhenchang. They ate, drank and played as they pleased, and Feng was not at all stingy. Even Mei Jianzhong praised her, saying that she seemed like a different person.
However, after the four of them had gone to look at a few properties, as Feng Yiping had requested, they all gasped in horror. They had only looked at the commercial properties in the Fangzhuang area, which was currently popular, and the prices were a staggering 10,000 yuan.
At first glance at the price, Mei Qiuping couldn't quite believe it. 'We must have looked at the wrong digit!' She counted it again, and there were three digits after the twelve. 'Really, it's more than 12,000 yuan?'
'Sister, there's no mistake. If you subtract one digit, it's even cheaper than the provincial housing prices, so it's definitely impossible,' Mei Guosheng said.
'So, do you think we should buy it?' Mei Qiuping asked Feng Zhenchang for his opinion.
Feng Zhenchang couldn't help but feel that it was too expensive. A set of hundreds of square meters would cost millions of yuan. 'Let's take a look first!'
So they didn't discuss it in detail, just took some information from a few sales offices, and were going to take it back to Feng Yiping to hand in. It wasn't that they couldn't afford it, they really didn't think it was worth it.
As for the villa Feng Yiping had mentioned, they never even bothered to ask about it, it definitely wasn't a house, and it was definitely built with money. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
However, the housing prices in the capital city have strengthened their belief that there is definitely room for the housing prices in the provincial capital to rise. Of course, they have no intention of spending all their savings on a house when they return home. They just want to slowly buy up the shops rented by the ten or so noodle shops one by one.
Feng Yiping had to speak to Feng Zhenchang every night to ask about the situation. After hearing about the house, he didn't blame them for not buying a house with their savings. He just told them to collect more brochures on real estate.
If they were told now that house prices in the capital would be more than 100,000 yuan per square metre in the future, would they believe it? Forget it, I'll go myself during the summer vacation!
The flight leaves at 11:30 tomorrow. Tonight, Feng Zhenchang and the others patronise the capital's traditional delicacy, roast duck. The taste is truly superb. Not only do they eat it themselves, they also take three home to share, one for Feng Yiping and one for Feng Yiping's parents in the province, and the remaining one back to Meijiawan.
Since their father said they would be going to the provincial capital the next day, they would at least be staying in the city for a day this time. Feng Yiping felt very apologetic and discussed the matter with Huang Jingping, asking her to avoid going out for a few days.
'It's fine. I'll go to the dormitory with Jinju for the next two days,' Huang Jingping's face showed no sign of displeasure, and she understood Feng Yiping's decision very well.
'No, we'll tidy up the house in the next couple of days, and then I'll find a hotel near the university and get you a room.' She was used to living at home, and she definitely wouldn't be able to adapt to the dormitory life.
Feng Yiping hugged Huang Jingping, "I'm sorry for putting you through this!'
'It's fine, I understand your situation, but," Huang Jingping looked up at him and smiled, "you have to stay up late with me for a late-night snack these next couple of nights.'
'No problem," what else could you say to a girl like this?