Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows, and called Old Qi into the villa to have dinner together. Old Qi ate very fast. As soon as Wang Zhaomou picked up the chopsticks for a while, Old Qi had already eaten the bowl of noodles in front of him.
"I'll bring you another bowl." The nanny's surname was Cheng. Wang Zhaomou usually called her Mrs.Cheng. Although Mrs. Cheng was over fifty, her hands and feet were still very nimble. Seeing Old Qi finish eating, she immediately took the bowl to the kitchen. Another bowl was served.
"Boss, are you feeling unwell today?" Old Qi murmured, noticing the change in Wang Zhaomou's mood.
"A bit." Wang Zhaomou didn't shy away from it, "Old Qi, I have something for you to do."
"Boss, just say so." Old Qi put down his chopsticks and quickly took out a notepad from his pocket.
"Look for a real estate company with a clean foundation and average operating conditions in Sucheng City. It doesn't matter if there is no construction in progress, but it is best to have the right to use a piece of land on hand." He put a piece of meat in Old Qi's bowl and said, "The most important thing is that you have to look at it."
Old Qi looked at the meat in his bowl with a smile on his face, and wrote down Wang Zhaomou's words in his notebook without asking too much.
The process of re-registering and establishing a real estate company was too troublesome. The first thing Wang Zhaomou thought of was to buy ready-made products.
Before the turning point next year, the real estate industry in Sucheng City has been tepid. Although the previous Asian financial crisis did not affect Sucheng City too much, the haze it created not only enveloped the open areas, but also the real estate industry. Bubbles are always a warning to banks in Sioux City.
So during this period of time, the banks in Sucheng City no longer lend money to real estate companies easily. Many real estate companies hold the land in their hands, but suffer from lack of funds, and can only watch the companies being dragged down little by little.
Wang Zhaomou had done some liquidation before, and his current private assets are enough to buy a real estate company with land reserves in Sucheng, and also enough to inject capital to make that piece of land "live", or to build up some more land, and he can make a steady profit without losing money from trading.
"One more thing."
Just as Old Qi was about to pick up his job, he saw that his boss had thought of something, and his expression was indescribably deep.
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"Hot chestnuts that are fragrant and sweet!"
Uncle Yu put his hands infront his mouth, and exhaled a puff of white mist, which drifted away with the cold wind.
"It's been getting colder and colder these days." Uncle Yu turned his head and waved to the one big and one small people who just came out of the stall next to him, "Come here and warm up."
Ji Lianhuo was still wearing the same unlined clothes as before, but it became whiter after being washed. Ji Dabao huddled up on Ji Lianhuo's back from the cold, stuffed his fingers into the crotch pants, and warmed them with the warmth of his legs.
"Look at freezing Dabao." Uncle Yu stomped his feet and looked at the young man beside him, "Xiao Ji, you have earned a few profits in these two days. After selling all the fruits today, why don't you go buy a padded jacket for Dabao?"
Ji Lianhuo was silent, let out a breath, and rubbed his hands.
"Hey, Xiao Ji, what's wrong with your face?" Uncle Yu suddenly saw a bruised mark on Ji Lianhuo's face, and frowned tightly.
"He lost the bet again." Ji Lianhuo's tone was flat, his eyes fixed on the street, "The creditor came to him, and he wanted to pay off the debt with Dabao."
In just a few words, Uncle Yu's heart twitched when he heard it. The child's injury has not cured yrt. He doesn't talk much except when buying fruit, and he has never taken the initiative to cause trouble. Why is he in this state of misery?
"Your half of the durian is also sold out." Uncle Yu glanced at Ji Lianhuo's cart, "Why don't you go to the Confucian Temple Street nearby to set up a stall, where there is no wind and you can get more sunshine."
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