Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

These photos recorded the life of his ancestors in the courtyard, the smiles of the old people, the play of the children, all of which made him reluctant to leave. Wang Qiang knew that these memories could not be measured by money, and he could no longer handle this transaction only from a business perspective.

He took a deep breath and decided to talk to Jia Zhang. He knew that this conversation was not only to discuss the terms of the transaction, but also to face his own heart. He hoped to find a balance in the conversation, which could protect the family's feelings and properly handle the transaction.

Wang Qiang was on his way to Jia Zhang's office, his heart was in turmoil. His footsteps seemed a little heavy on the street, and every step seemed to be trampling on his own anxiety. He knew very well that this meeting would determine the relationship between him and Jia Zhang, and would also affect the future of the Siheyuan. His thoughts kept swirling, and the scene of the negotiation with Jia Zhang emerged in his mind, thinking about how he should express his true thoughts.

When Wang Qiang walked into Jia Zhang's office, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner tension. Jia Zhang was already waiting in the office. He stood up, stretched out his hand to shake Wang Qiang's hand, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Mr. Wang, thank you very much for coming again. Please take a seat and we can begin our discussion." There was a hint of anticipation in Jia Zhang's tone, and his demeanor seemed calm and confident.

After Wang Qiang sat down, he hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. Jia, I have some new thoughts about your proposal. After thinking about it for a while, I found that I have a very deep feeling for this courtyard, which exceeds my initial expectations."

Jia Zhang frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure. He nodded, his tone still calm: "Mr. Wang, I understand your feelings. The courtyard house is not just a property, it carries many personal and family memories. If you feel there are other arrangements or conditions, I am happy to listen to them."

Wang Qiang was a little nervous, but he still tried to stay calm. He took a deep breath and continued, "Mr. Jia, I hope that some protection measures can be included in the transaction to ensure that the history and culture of the courtyard house are properly handled. I hope that this ancient house can retain its original style and will not be changed in future use."

After listening to Wang Qiang's words, Jia Zhang pondered for a while, then smiled with understanding: "Mr. Wang, your request is reasonable. I am willing to add these clauses to the contract to ensure that the courtyard house can be repaired and used according to your requirements. However, I also hope that you can understand that business operations sometimes require a certain degree of flexibility."

Wang Qiang nodded, and the tension in his heart eased a little, but he knew that the risks that business flexibility might bring also needed to be considered. The old family photos and memories also emerged in his mind, and each photo seemed to be telling him a story of the past. Wang Qiang understood that he needed to find a balance point that could meet business needs while protecting family emotions.

During the meeting, Jia Zhang detailed the renovation and use plan, including preserving the main structure of the courtyard house, repairing the damaged parts, and how to use modern technology to improve it. His explanation sounded reasonable, but Wang Qiang still felt a little uneasy. He began to worry whether Jia Zhang's plan could truly achieve the protection and respect he hoped for.

Wang Qiang decided to make a further request: "Mr. Jia, I hope that in the future renovation process, professional historical building experts can be arranged to participate to ensure that every detail can be restored according to traditional craftsmanship."

Jia Zhang was slightly stunned, but then nodded in agreement: "This request is very reasonable. I will arrange for relevant experts to evaluate and guide. You can rest assured that we will do our best to ensure that the renovation of the courtyard meets your expectations."

During the conversation, Wang Qiang's mood kept fluctuating. He knew that although a consensus had been reached to some extent during this meeting, the uneasiness in his heart had not completely dissipated. He needed time to carefully consider every detail proposed by Jia Zhang and evaluate whether these details could really meet his requirements.

After leaving Jia Zhang's office, Wang Qiang felt exhausted. His mind was still thinking about the conversation, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He walked to a small cafe on the street, sat down and drank a cup of coffee, trying to calm himself down. He looked through the window, watching the people coming and going on the street, and kept thinking about the family's history and the future of the Siheyuan.

Wang Qiang walked out of the cafe, feeling that his anxiety and fatigue had not been alleviated. He walked on the street, the sun shining on his face, but it seemed to bring no warmth. His thoughts kept swirling in his mind, and his mood became heavier and heavier, and he became more and more dissatisfied with Jia Zhang's arrangements.

After returning to the courtyard, Wang Qiang decided to stay in the study alone to sort out his emotions. His eyes wandered over the bookshelf in the study and finally stopped at an old account book. This account book recorded the business and inheritance of several generations of his family. When he opened it, he seemed to be able to feel the wisdom and hard work of his family ancestors.

But at this time, Wang Qiang's anger could not be extinguished. He felt that although Jia Zhang seemed sincere on the surface, his business flexibility and practical promises made him feel indescribably angry. Jia Zhang's way of using business language to cover up his true intentions made Wang Qiang feel that he was being despised and manipulated.

"This is really too much!" Wang Qiang walked around in the study, complaining, "These businessmen always like to use beautiful words to cover up their true intentions. They say they want to protect the history of the Siheyuan, but in fact they are just doing it for their own interests."

His voice echoed in the empty study, and the quietness of the courtyard was in sharp contrast to his inner heart. He suddenly felt like he was trapped in a huge vortex, and every business decision and condition was like a more complicated maze, difficult to extricate himself.

Not long after, Wang Qiang's cell phone rang. It was a message from his old friend Li Ming, asking if he needed to talk. Li Ming was Wang Qiang's college classmate and now a lawyer, proficient in contracts and legal affairs. They didn't contact each other often, but Li Ming's appearance gave Wang Qiang a glimmer of hope.

Wang Qiang quickly replied to Li Ming's message, asking him to come to the courtyard in the hope of getting some legal advice. Li Ming quickly agreed and said he would come.