What? Was it that messy shack area in the East Inner District? Are you kidding me? There are no such houses in the company though.
Qin Guan knew what the agent was thinking when he saw the constipated expression on his face.
In order to dispel his worries, Qin Guan put on his most elegant posture and said, "I know the rules of real estate agents. The commission is directly related to the bonus of your salesman, but my business is not as small as you think."
Qin Guan crossed his legs elegantly and put his hands on his knees. Leaning back on the sofa leisurely, he dropped a bomb on his assistant.
"According to the current housing prices in this area, one square meter is only 3,500 to 4,000 yuan. Most of the houses here are small, low bungalows, which are about 30 to 50 square meters. Based on this calculation, a one-door bungalow would only cost 100,000 to 200,000 yuan. "
"You can only get a commission of 0.5%, so you won't be interested in such a small deal. I have a big appetite though. As long as you can find me a house in this area."
Qin Guan picked up the city map on the table and drew a circle in the direction he had chosen.
"I'll buy as many as you can find."
What? The agent pulled the stool forward and picked up the map on the table. When he glanced at the rough location, his hands that were holding the map began to tremble as if he had suffered a stroke.
"Really? Brother? You're not lying to me. I don't like to lie. "The agent was so excited that he started speaking in his native dialect.
"Why would I lie to you? Call me when you've found a house. You don't have to keep it all together. Just come to me when you've found two or three houses.
If you find a lot, I'll give you a big bonus. "
The agent was so excited that he planned to post advertisements in that area the next day. If there was no house in the company's information, he would find it himself. He knew the neighborhood committee very well.
Qin Guan let out a sigh of relief in the car after he got rid of the agent who was holding his hands tightly.
That was the advantage of hiring an agent to buy a house. They were professional and didn't ask any questions.
It would be a good choice for the old neighbors of Dongnei to buy the house. There was still some time before the demolition. They could use the money to buy a good building on the Fourth Ring Road earlier. The price was almost the same as the welfare offered by the surrounding demolition sites.
Thinking of this, Qin Guan felt that he was very kind. Of course, the premise was that the homeowners wouldn't be so regretful after two or three years.
After finishing the business here at Dongzhimen, he couldn't stop his footsteps. Qin Guan went straight to the East Street Alley to buy houses, but he couldn't wait for the house's value to rise.
The history of Dongjiaomin Alley could be traced all the way back to the founding of the Ming Dynasty. This was the largest commercial street in the Ming Dynasty, and it was a very prosperous area where merchants gathered.
During the Qing Dynasty, the Ministry of Works, Hanlin Academy, and Zhan Shi Fu were all built here. At the same time, some princes, dukes, and ministers also built mansions here. For example, the Su Wangfu, Duke Zhenguo Fu, Grand Secretary Fu, and so on.
Moreover, Dongjiaomin Alley had been designated as a historical district protection zone by the state as early as 1990. The people here could sell or rent their houses, but to think about making a fortune through demolition? That was just daydreaming.
Qin Guan didn't want to make a fortune. He wanted to buy houses for sentiments.
Sentiments didn't matter, because Qin Guan liked the place very much in both of his lives.
In his previous life, it had been an embassy area for foreigners. After 1900, 11 countries had established embassies there and turned it into a "diplomatic zone", a disguised concession in the capital of China.
After the founding of New China, the place had turned a new page. Foreign military camps and banks had disappeared, while skyscrapers stood in great numbers along the three-mile long street.
The changes on the street were a microcosm of several eras. Dongjiaomin Alley was a historical witness.
Not only did it have a historical feeling, but it also had a high artistic value. The overall environment of the street was beautiful, with good greenery and towering ancient trees. Compared to the sheds in the East District, the houses there were like the nobles among the bungalows. All of them were quadrangles.
Qin Guan drove along Chang 'an Street excitedly. The first real estate agent he found sold houses in the area.
From the introduction of the real estate agent, Qin Guan learned about the deceptions of buying a quadrangle.
First of all, buying a courtyard was different from buying a building. One only needed to consider the location, the floor, the lighting and so on.
Of course, everyone ignored the shantytown in the east. Anyway, it was destined to be demolished in the end. Who would care if it was livable or not?
That day, Qin Guan learned that a courtyard could not be bought just because one wanted to. First of all, the layout of a quadrangle was very particular.
There were houses on all four sides of a courtyard, with the courtyard in the center. That was a quadrangle. When a family was rich or had a large population, they could build two quadrangles with the front and back.
When a rich family was rich, they could build three or four quadrangles, which were connected from front to back. They could plant flowers in the quadrangle for viewing.
A small quadrangle had 13 rooms, a big one had 30 rooms, and a second one had 25 to 40 rooms.
In fact, these were not important. To put it simply, one did not buy a quadrangle just because of its living area, but also because of its land area. That was a bit deceptive.
The courtyard Qin Guan was looking at was a small one with 13 rooms. The living area was more than 200 square meters, and the land area was more than 400 square meters.
The price was 20,000 square meters. Even if Qin Guan sold himself, he wouldn't be able to afford it. How could it be so expensive?
The real estate agent had felt that Qin Guan was not a potential customer. Seeing Qin Guan's expression, he was even more sure.
When Qin Guan walked out of the agency, the sky was already full of stars. The revolution has not succeeded yet. Comrades still need to work hard.
Patting the steering wheel, Qin Guan looked at the busy Chang 'an Street and thought to himself, "Keep moving forward. In a few years, I won't even be able to afford a small house here with my 5 million yuan. How can I talk about romance then?" Ha ha!
Full of fighting spirit, Qin Guan rushed towards the crew of "Graceful Princess" at full speed.
The next day, Sister Xue met Qin Guan and found the assistant director who was in charge of the interview. Qin Guan was led to the temporary set by the crew.
It was a costume drama, but it was set in the Northern Song Dynasty. Qin Guan was auditioning for a supporting role. How could an assistant director find him a big role?
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