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While Li Nianqing and Xu Yao were exercising diligently, Qin Jia had already prepared breakfast and quietly left with Qin Yiming.

I took the nearest shuttle bus outside the community to the nearest subway station, and then took the subway back to my home.

This two-bedroom, one-living-room school district house has been listed on the website for three days. The price is considerable, but no tenants have come to view the house yet.

The possibility of selling it during the summer vacation seems greater, but the parents of students in this area prefer to rent a house.

The reason is simple: the area has no development prospects and is an abandoned old city. The surrounding schools are all ordinary colleges, second-rate among second-rate schools, and few families move here for the sake of the zone.

Unable to settle for a high-end deal or a low-end deal, the agent even persuaded Qin Jia to rent out the house, which would also be a stable source of income.

Qin Jia is going to perform two scenes today, the first one is at the agency.

She first bought enough vegetables for two people for two days at a nearby market, as well as some cardboard and plastic bags for packaging.

Then he settled Qin Yiming at home and went out with an anxious look on his face.

It was exactly half past eight, the time when the nearby small real estate agency opened.

Qin Jia had been waiting outside the door for more than ten minutes. During this time, she kept pacing and checking her phone, but in her mind she was actually rehearsing what was about to happen.

If one of the buyer or seller is too anxious, there is a high probability that the deal will not be concluded.

Unless you are willing to pay a heavy price.

What Qin Jia wanted was the agent's exorbitant asking price, a price she could never accept, and a situation where she had no way out.

She had sent several messages to the middleman this morning, and she believed that the other party was ready to make a move, like a shark that had smelled blood.

Another twelve minutes passed, and just when Qin Jia felt that she was getting tired, a middle-aged man with a bald head hurried over.

Without saying hello, Agent Xie accurately found the key for the front door from the bunch of keys around his waist.

He opened the door with a few clanks, and after entering the room, he walked straight to his seat and sat down.

This was the first sentence he spoke to Qin Jia.

"Come on, you see there's no seat here. I've seen your house, it's a good size, but it can only accommodate two generations. This kind of house is not easy to sell now." Agent Xie said.

Qin Jia looked embarrassed, but actually she was a little distracted.

This Xie the middleman is bald, he is really Bulbasaur.

Once you have collected your thoughts, you have to continue acting.

"Yes, yes, that's why I came to find you. I heard that you are the most experienced person in this area and you will definitely be able to connect me." Qin Jia hadn't said compliments for a long time, but at this moment he was full of flattery.

Rich people are the boss, it’s not shameful to pretend.

"Do you think there is any other way? If it doesn't work, we can reduce the price to 30,000 or 50,000. It will be fine as long as we can sell it. We really need the money urgently."

An old lady who doesn't know anything about business is the easiest to cheat. Agent Xie was delighted.

Apart from anything else, he not only works as a real estate agent in this area, but also secretly works as a sub-landlord.

The house remains permanent, but students come and go. It is very easy to rent out the properties in this area.

It's just this 120 million that makes him feel a little painful to take it out. It's real hard cash. He won't blink an eye if he can make a profit from the difference, but if he really spends it to buy a new house, he will feel a bit of a loss.

But if you can get it for 100 million, then put it on the market and sell it slowly. If you sell it, you can make a lot of money. If you don't sell it, you can collect rent. That makes sense.

Moreover, some landlords love Geely. This house is building 606, number , so maybe the price can be increased by an additional amount when the time comes.

Agent Xie made a calculation in his mind, so he said in a difficult tone: "According to my experience, if you are not in a hurry to sell this house, you can list it at 110 million for half a year and someone will definitely take it. But if you sell it within this week and pay the full amount, you really won't find a buyer."

"You can go and ask around in this area, that's the market situation." Agent Xie said as he pulled up some records on his computer.

It is the transaction price and overview of this area.

He pointed them out to Qin Jia and screened some two-bedroom, one-living-room apartments. All of them were rentals and there was no purchase information.

Qin Jia looked like a bereaved mother at this moment.

The pace of this agent was too fast, and her emotional changes were not natural.

But fortunately, this scene is not the main scene of today, so a slightly faster pace can save some time.

"Manager Xie, what price do you think is more suitable?"

"How about this, 98 yuan. If you can afford it, I'll ask my wife's colleague for you. His child is about to go to junior high school. Maybe it can work."

"98 is too little, this won't do. This is too little. 105 million!" Qin Jia deliberately added some vibrato and raised her voice.

For a moment she even felt that she had overacted; the sound was sharper than the quacking of a duck.

"Don't get excited. Let me ask for you first. They may not want to buy it yet." After saying this, Agent Xie walked aside to make a phone call.

Qin Jia could vaguely hear him say that there was a suitable house, but no one wanted to rent it out, so he wanted to sell it.

This is more stable, there won't be any disputes in the middle, and you won't lose money if used for investment.

I don't know what the other party responded with. Agent Xie raised his voice and quoted a price of 105 million. After a moment, he said loudly that this price was really good and that the school district housing would not depreciate too much.

"One million?" Agent Xie questioned loudly and looked back at Qin Jia.

Qin Jia now understood completely that this person was directing and acting out this drama. The call was probably not made at all, and this operation was just to lower the price.

When agent Xie saw that Qin Jia did not respond, he pretended to talk more and then hung up the phone.

"The other party can only offer 100 million at most. If you can't accept it, there's nothing I can do. How about you go back and think about it first?"

Qin Jia received the order to leave and anxiously asked the other party to help ask again.

After pushing the door open, he staggered a few steps and ran in small steps towards home.

The first big show was over. It was a few minutes before nine o'clock. It was a bit early to go back directly, so Qin Jia stopped at an intersection.

There is a love water tank next to it, with words written on it for sanitation workers, couriers... and people in need.

Qin Jia said, "It's really necessary. This is a ready-made performance prop."

She is no longer a thin-skinned girl in her twenties or thirties. This kind of prop that can stabilize her character is much more important than a sense of morality in a critical moment.

He took out a bottle of Zhiyi mineral water and gulped down two gulps.

She took out her cell phone and made a call. Qin Jia's cell phone was a new model from last year, which successfully earned her contemptuous looks from two young men passing by.

Qin Jia was calm and after a long wait, she connected to the manual customer service.

After briefly inquiring about home mortgage loans and being told that only 70% could be loaned, Qin Jia hung up the phone.

Her complexion became even worse, and after drinking a large gulp of water, she continued to rush home.

Although she said she was in a hurry, she was actually not walking very fast. After another five or six minutes, she finally reached the downstairs.

Take the elevator upstairs and open the door.

"Xiao Ming, how's the cleanup going?"

No one answered. Qin Jia called Qin Yiming loudly several times, but no one answered.

She ran into the bedroom in a panic and looked in every room, but there was no one there.

Qin Jia fell to the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.