Siheyuan: If you ruin the reputation of the whole courtyard, I will move out

Xu Damao snorted coldly and replied, "Now the housing prices in the suburbs of Beijing are soaring like a rocket. One hundred thousand yuan is not even enough to buy a bathroom!"

Zhang Yu analyzed: "There are some more affordable options in the suburbs, with many people buying for a few hundred yuan per square meter, so the down payment should be more than enough."

However, Xu Damao was not convinced and retorted: "If I live in the city, why should I go to a remote place? Life in the city is more interesting."

Seeing his stubborn expression, Zhang Yu said solemnly: "The price that this old house can be sold for is only 7,000 or 8,000 yuan at most. I will raise it to 10,000 yuan. If you want to sell it, sign the agreement immediately; otherwise, forget it."

Seeing the change in Zhang Yu's expression, Xu Damao felt inexplicably flustered.

Years of business experience have given Zhang Yu a natural influence. His calmness at this moment is frightening: "Mr. Zhang, I know that ten thousand yuan is not a lot. The key is whether you have thought about what you want to do with this old house. It's not a matter of money, but your thoughts!"

He had a deep understanding of the psychology of the holdouts and could not tolerate any delay: "If you really want to sell in three days, please remember to notify me. I'm giving you one last tip, sincerity is important." Putting down the business card, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Staring at the gradually receding figure, Xu Damao held the business card tightly, his mind full of thoughts, and he no longer had the energy to chase after him.

When they were leaving, they happened to meet He Yushui who was coming out of the public toilet, covering her nose and looking quite disgusted.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yu asked jokingly.

"I don't know why I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my stomach. This place was clean before, but why is it so dirty today?" He Yushui looked dissatisfied.

"Why didn't you care about the dirt and mess at the beginning? When we moved, you were the one who opposed it to the death." Zhang Yu jokingly mentioned her opposition attitude.

He Yushui answered directly: "It may be that after living in a good place for a long time, the previous standard has been improved. After all, living conditions have indeed improved. It's not that I don't want to endure it, but I can't stand this change."

Zhang Yu nodded in agreement: "Indeed, I promised you a better life, but more than 30 years have passed. This place is still the same, but the people have changed."

Speaking of this, He Yushui remembered to complain again: "Da Mao said he wanted to sell the house, and I can't live there anymore. What on earth is your brother pursuing? The villa is not enough to show off, but he has to come back. He is so vain."

Zhang Yu also nodded in agreement: "Your brother is like this, once he has a little success, he rushes home to show off. He really cares about his reputation."

Zhang Yu shook his head gently, took He Yushui's hand, and they walked together towards the depths of the alley, where a Mercedes-Benz S-Class luxury car, commonly known as the "Tiger Mercedes-Benz", was parked waiting.

Xu Damao did not stay after Zhang Yu left. He simply packed up his mood and left the house that carried his memories, and went straight to where his parents lived. The two silver-haired old couples originally lived in the countryside, far away from the city. Despite the passing of time, their bodies are still as healthy as usual.

Xu Damao's visit to his parents was not just to ask for money, he also longed for their support. However, facing his father's serious expression, his mood seemed even heavier.

"Why are you here? We don't have much for you to squander." Father Xu is over 80 years old and is full of anxiety and unhappiness about his son's future.

"I just came to see how the two elders are doing." Xu Damao tried his best to make the topic more gentle.

"If your affairs could worry us less, we would have less trouble," the father asked angrily.

Even so, Xu's mother still felt heartbroken for her only child: "Old man, it's rare for Dabao to come back, why do you have to talk to him like this?"

"I don't ask you to get rich suddenly or become a tycoon. I just hope you can find a stable job and live a good life." Father Xu said with regret in his heart but firm stance.

At this time, Xu Damao took out Zhang Yu's business card and showed it: "Dad, look at this, Zhang Yu is the boss of 'City of Words'."

After taking the business card, Mr. Xu looked at it carefully for a moment and asked in confusion: "Zhang Yu? I seem to have heard of this name." There was a hint of familiarity in his tone.

"It's Mr. Zhang who used to work in our compound, the owner of Yanyu Shopping Mall." Xu Damao's words revealed pride.

"By the way, 'Yanyu Shopping Mall'...is your neighbor, right?" Father Xu's memory seemed to become clearer.

Talking about these past events, Xu Damao sighed: "Yes, he used to live in our ancestral home, but later he became rich and moved away. Now he wants to buy my land, and the asking price is only 10,000."

Hearing this, Xu's father frowned and said, "Ten thousand? That's too little!" He obviously disagreed.

Xu Damao smiled and said, "Yes, that's why I never agreed to sell it. I came here to ask for your opinion."

Then, he recounted how He Yuzhu acquired neighboring land and won over Zhang Yu.

After hearing this, Father Xu was silent for a long time, then asked, "Have all the other alleys been bought by He Yuzhu?" After getting confirmation, he fell into deep thought. After a moment, he had a clear position on the big house: "This house cannot be sold." His eyes revealed determination, and his tone was raised: "That's right, 10,000 is too little, I think it should be at least 150,000, this price is valuable."

Hearing the 150,000, Xu's father sneered: "You think 150,000 is not enough? I suspect there will be a major development plan for this area soon." Hearing this, Xu Damao questioned: "Are you talking about levying taxes? I haven't heard of that yet."

Then he said seriously: "If it is not for development, then why does Zhang Yu need to buy the entire compound of land at once? And why does he need the support of those big shots?"

Xu Damao's eyes sparkled with intelligence: "I've heard that if the land is really expropriated, they will usually be compensated with new housing, which is a high-rise apartment."

My father nodded in agreement and said, "The current expropriation compensation policy is very good. You can get a new house and a large subsidy. Zhang Yu acquired a lot of land at the beginning of the year, but the current reconstruction project may cause him to suffer a great loss." After he finished speaking, his words were full of deep meaning.

Xu Damao nodded in agreement and said, "Over the years, Zhang Yu has indeed made a lot of money in the real estate field. He was originally just an insignificant clothing store owner." Father Xu said in a low and powerful voice, "I'm afraid it was the reconstruction plan of the old courtyard that triggered He Yuzhu's eagerness to buy all the properties."

Xu Damao said happily, "I don't want to sell the house anymore. I plan to wait until the day when I get a new house." However, his father refused to compromise: "That's daydreaming. Although your small piece of land is not bad, how many new houses can you get?"

"Father, what do you mean?" Xu Damao asked in confusion.

"I mean that you should sell the house to Zhang Yu, but 150,000 is too little. The minimum should be 200,000." My father said in a firm tone, "Otherwise their investment will be wasted." He smiled strangely.

These words were like sparks lighting up the night sky, making Xu Damao's eyes sparkle: "Great! This is a really clever idea, as if the two hundred thousand yuan is calling me." Then, his father said: "We will go back together later, and someone at home can delay their migration." This made Xu Damao agree immediately: "Okay, I will start preparing now."

After understanding that Xu Damao was determined not to sell the house even at the cost of mobilizing his relatives, Zhang Yu knew that this might be a subtle pressure on him: "For the sake of money, the Xu family has now lost their minds and even demanded 200,000 yuan to sell their shabby and small house."

He Yuzhu, who was sitting across the table, was furious when he heard this: "You are nearly sixty years old, and you are still so irritable. Your anger will only hurt yourself." Although his hair was already a little gray, he was still full of energy and exuded the tenacity that is unique to middle-aged people.