Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

The street office has not changed much from before. If there is any change, it is only the dilapidated state left by time.

When he stepped into the courtyard, Zeng Wangcai paid special attention to his feet and found that the threshold was broken.

I don't know whether it was trampled or destroyed intentionally.

"Wangcai... Oh, your daughter is so pretty." Director Zhang, who is about to retire, has actually seen Lele, but he still praised the child in front of Zeng Wangcai. "I heard from Xiuzhi that you came to see me after you finished your work. I thought you would leave after the New Year, but I didn't expect you to leave so soon."

"Let's cut the Gordian knot." Zeng Wangcai said while holding his daughter, "Le Le, call Grandma Zhang."

"Grandma Zhang..." Lele called out obediently.

"Le Le, be good!" Director Zhang touched Le Le's head and couldn't help but say, "How did you raise this child? Why is he different from other children?"

Other people's children are rolling on the ground, but God feeds them.

Zeng Wangcai's daughter is held in the palm of his hand, so naturally there are some differences.

But it still depends on the environment. When Lele was on Wangye Island, there were no children to play with him. When he returned to the village, he became wild. But with a grandmother to protect him, the village became Lele's paradise.

Zeng Wangcai let his daughter play in the yard while he went into the office with Director Zhang to discuss something important.

"Aunt Zhang, what did the higher-ups say about what Xiuzhi mentioned?" Zeng Wangcai asked after sitting down.

"I reported to the district that day and asked specifically. The district leader said they would discuss it with the Housing Authority." Director Zhang said suspiciously, "Xiuzhi just said it verbally, I didn't quite understand it. Can you tell me more about it? This matter is supposed to be a good thing, but it involves regulations."

"Okay, I'll tell you!" Zeng Wangcai said with a smile, "To put it simply, the yard is too dilapidated, and I want to pay for repairs. There are also temporary buildings that take up too much space, leaving no place to step in the yard. I have to find a way to solve this problem. This is my original intention;

"As for the specific method, here's what I'm thinking. The street is short of funds, so I'll pay for it. We'll use No. 95 Courtyard as a pilot project to renovate the dilapidated houses, demolish all the temporary buildings, and then add a second floor..."

It would take another ten or twenty years for the real estate industry to start developing, but in the old city, there would be a pilot program for commercial housing after two or three years.

The formal sale of the house will not take place until ten years later.

But Zeng Wangcai didn't want to wait that long. He had too much money and had to find a place to spend it.

"It's not easy to demolish temporary buildings." Director Zhang said slowly, "The situation of each household is very serious now. There are already several people, all living in a few rooms. The children have to stay away from them when they grow up. After the housing area increases, who will easily demolish it?

"Wangcai, this matter is too big, even the district won't be able to handle it."

This is the truth. It takes a process to move from bungalows to tube-shaped buildings and then to high-rise commercial housing.

“So what I said is that we should take advantage of the opportunity of maintenance and renovation to reinforce the first floor and then build a second floor. This way, the area of ​​each family’s house can be doubled, and there will be no need for temporary construction.” Zeng Wangcai emphasized the idea of ​​adding a second floor.

"How much will that cost?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll pay whatever the price is." Zeng Wangcai said frankly, "But I can't pay for nothing. I'll pay all the money. I'll give the second floor away as a gift, but it has to be mine. When the time comes for the tenant to sell the house, the second floor can't be sold. I have the priority to purchase the first floor."

"Houses cannot be bought and sold; they belong to the country," Director Zhang reminded.

"Of course." Zeng Wangcai nodded. "The house belongs to the country, and the land also belongs to the country. I know all this. What I mean is, we can talk about it when we can buy and sell it."

Zeng Wangcai's conspiracy tests whether people today have foresight.

Previously, Huayao and the automobile factory were both partnerships with the government, and the trial was very successful, which proved that the wind direction was changing.

Zeng Wangcai is now testing whether he can establish a fully private economic entity more than a year in advance.

"It's a good thing...but this is too big a matter." Director Zhang said with a wry smile, "You think your Aunt Zhang is a big shot. This kind of thing is not something I can make the final decision on."

"Aunt, you are not little!" Zeng Wangcai flattered her with a smile, "We can do without anyone in Jiaodaokou, but we can't do without you. I tell you this because it is our normal working process. It is appropriate for you to report it. Once it is implemented, you will still be needed to take charge of the overall situation. Without you, the troublemakers in each hospital will be furious..."

"That's right. I'm not exaggerating. Any troublemaker in any hospital will..." Director Zhang smiled happily, then understood, "No, you cheated me, an old lady, and asked me to help you. I've been retired for less than two years..."

"Aunt, can you bear to retire? After this is done, you can't say for sure whether you can move up a step."

"You mean..."

Director Zhang understood a little.

"I understand, let me tell you." Zeng Wangcai opened up about his plan, "After the earthquake, there were a lot of dilapidated buildings, and there was no money to deal with them all on the streets, so the people had to deal with them slowly by themselves. Without a plan, it would not look good, and without a comprehensive plan, it would easily leave problems.

"If you follow what I said, the street won't have to pay and the problem can be solved. This is a political achievement. As long as the No. 95 yard is renovated, the other yards will definitely come to you to make trouble. Then you will nod and continue the renovation. In the end, it will be a great political achievement."

What is worrying is not the scarcity of wealth, but the inequality of wealth!

Why should you live in a newly renovated house while we continue to live in a shabby house and have to pay for the temporary construction ourselves?

Who can predict what the policies will be like a decade or so later?

Director Zhang understood Zeng Wangcai's entire plan and was truly touched. She was less than sixty years old and was really reluctant to retire.

"Okay, let's go to the district. Don't hide, come with me. I'm afraid I can't explain it clearly." Director Zhang said.

"No need for you to tell me, I have the materials here." Zeng Wangcai took out the materials he had prepared overnight and said with a chuckle, "Don't fight a battle without preparation."

Zeng Wangcai was driving and Director Zhang was the co-pilot. They spent the whole day running back and forth between the district and the Housing Authority.

Just as Zeng Wangcai said, the housing issue is exactly what is causing headaches for the country. The district doesn't have to spend a penny to solve this headache, so why not do it?

The biggest problem is the two demands put forward by Zeng Wangcai. First, to establish a privately owned real estate construction company with a construction team under it; second, the ownership of all added second floors belongs to this construction company.

This is a policy issue. The district cannot make the decision and it has to be reported.

Zeng Wangcai was not in a hurry. He entrusted the matter to Director Zhang and he was preparing for the New Year.

......

"Dad, Dad, get up. You said you would take us shopping today..." Early in the morning, the twin brothers excitedly lay in front of Zeng Wangcai's head and called out for help.

"Isn't it too early?" Zeng Wangcai glanced at the dim sky outside.

"I heard from grandma that it's not fun to go to Pigeon Market too late."

"Fine....."

Half an hour later, the father and his two sons washed up, dressed warmly, and prepared to go out.

They are planning to go shopping today to give their two children a break to relax after studying.

But as soon as the three of them left the house, Yan Bugui from the opposite door came over and said, "Wangcai, let me inform you that the New Year is coming soon. Your uncle and I are going to hold a meeting for the whole hospital..."

"Holding a meeting? Let's talk about the environment in the hospital?" Zeng Wangcai asked.

"Yes, that's it. There's also the New Year greetings. We plan to continue the tradition."

"Okay, but you'd better wait a while. There is a document on the street that conveys the spirit of the document. It will probably be decided in the next two days."