It's okay for Xiao Qian not to ask, but all he got in exchange was Jin Zhangyuan's sigh.
"Hey, it sounds like I was too greedy. In the past few years, the economy was very good and the stock market was booming. I could make money by just investing some money. So I invested all my savings in the stock market and bought a lot of Daewoo stocks. Not only that, I also
I borrowed a lot of loans from the bank and threw them all in. I originally thought that when I retired, I could live well with this money. Who would have thought..."
He didn't need to continue talking, everyone understood what was going on.
When the financial crisis hit, South Korea's economy collapsed, many companies went bankrupt, and the stock market went offline.
No matter how much money Jin Zhangyuan invested before, this time it will all be lost.
What's more serious is that he took a loan from the bank.
Now that the bank has too much time to take care of itself, it will definitely force him to repay the loan.
He had no money, so he had no choice but to sell his property to cash out. Otherwise, he would only have to go to jail.
What a tragic story.
However, Xiao Qian had no friendship with him and could not sympathize with him.
After going through the story of Zhien's mother and Jin Zhangyuan, Xiao Qian finally understood that Korean people's attitude towards money is crazy and a little too much.
"Tell me about your property. How big is it?"
It can be seen with the naked eye, only that it is very big. But Xiao Qian has no experience and cannot tell how big it is exactly.
Jin Zhangyuan was refreshed and his attitude was very positive.
He has to be proactive. He has listed this house for a long time, but because the entire country's economy has collapsed, no one can afford it.
But the repayment date set by the bank was imminent, and if he couldn't raise the money, he would have no choice but to go to jail.
"The area here is 357 square meters."
"Three hundred and fifty-seven square meters? It's not that small, right?"
"It's square meters, not square meters."
Jin Zhangyuan hurriedly wrote the Chinese character "ping" on the paper, and then Xiao Qian suddenly realized it.
The real estate industry in South Korea is based on ping, and one ping is equivalent to 3.3 square meters. If it is 357 square meters, it is more than 1,100 square meters.
Jin Zhangyuan is still trying his best to sell it.
"Although my house is a bit old, it has been carefully decorated and all the materials are of the best quality. Come, let me show you around."
"No need, the house is not important."
What Xiao Qian values is this land. As for the house, it will definitely be rebuilt after buying it.
He doesn't plan to live in the old house. He would be so sorry for himself.
"President Jin, how much does this land cost?"
Jin Zhangyuan became nervous and looked over anxiously.
"Two...two hundred million..."
"How many?"
Xiao Qian was shocked, darling, Sancheng Cave, more than 1,000 square meters of land, 200 million...
Jin Zhangyuan was frightened and said hurriedly: "One hundred and fifty million is fine."
You can still bargain...
Xiao Qian almost went crazy with joy on the spot.
Thank you for this era, thank you for this economic crisis.
Otherwise, how could such a good thing be his turn?
"If it's 150 million, then we can sign a contract."
Jin Zhangyuan was extremely excited.
"Sign now?"
Nonsense, Xiao Qian is still afraid of long nights and many dreams.
So both parties hired lawyers, and under the witness of Park Yunrang and the real estate notary office, the house transaction was completed.
Xiao Qian was very happy and transferred 150 million into Jin Zhangyuan's account on the spot.
"Thank you!"
Jin Zhangyuan was grateful to Dane, neatly packed up his things and left.
It feels so good to not have to go to jail!
Park Yunrang also left. Because of the economic crisis, he still had a lot of bad things to deal with.
Only Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue were left standing in their new yard.
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
Xiao Qian crossed her arms and smiled so hard that her psoas muscles showed.
Li Qingjue was still struggling.
"Did we pay too much for it?"
Xiao Qian glanced at her.
"Silly girl, do you know how much advantage we have taken?"
Li Qingjue shook his head, expressing his ignorance.
Xiao Qianhuan pointed at his territory and twitched as he spoke.
"On this piece of land, in another ten years, no one will be able to enter without 30 billion doors."
"Well……"
The little girl from Modu hurriedly lowered her head and twirled her fingers to calculate how much difference there was between 150 million and 30 billion.
It didn't work anymore. Before the calculation was over, she started to twitch like Xiao Qian.
It's a pity that God couldn't bear to see it and didn't give the two of them time to be happy. A knock on the door interrupted everything.
"Who is it?"
Xiao Qian was very dissatisfied, walked over and opened the door, and was shocked.
I saw dozens of people standing outside the door, all looking at the inside inquiringly. When they saw Xiao Qian who opened the door, the eyes of these people were all suspicious.
Xiao Qian was nervous for a moment, but then she calmed down when she saw that although the faces of these people were all ugly, they were still dressed decently, and they didn't seem to be bad people.
"Who are you? Do you have any business coming to my house?"
A middle-aged man at the head hurriedly asked: "Excuse me, are you the noble people who bought President Jin's house?"
"Um?"
What kind of problem is this? Xiao Qian frowned.
The man was afraid that Xiao Qian would misunderstand, so he quickly said: "Let me introduce myself. I am Park Il-wan, the director of the automobile sales department of Daewoo Group. The house next to it is mine. I want to ask these gentlemen if you know anyone who buys real estate."
Human?"
What do you mean?
Xiao Qian poked his head out and found that the house next to it was similar to his own. It was also a single-family villa. From the visual inspection of the wall, the area should be about the same.
I heard that this person was also from Daewoo, so he seemed to have gotten wind of something.
"Minister Park, you want to sell your house too?"
Park Yiwan stepped aside, pointed at the dozens of people behind him, and said eagerly: "We are all planning to sell the property. If this gentleman knows any buyers, please be sure to ask for your help. We will thank you very much afterwards."
Dozens of people spoke one after another, and the scene was chaotic.
"My house is next to Minister Park's house."
"My house is right behind it, and it's about this big."
"I have two houses next to each other, both of which I plan to sell."
Xiao Qian was so dizzy from the noise that she quickly shouted to stop. But her mind was racing, and she vaguely sensed a God-given opportunity.
"Everyone, let's sit down and talk in detail."
Inviting people in and asking some questions, my dear, these dozens of people are actually from the Daewoo Group.
During the period of rapid development of the Daewoo Group, this land was reserved for the company's mid- to high-rise residential construction.
Unexpectedly, Daewoo collapsed overnight, and all these management teams were at their wits' end.
These people are similar to Jin Zhangyuan. They invested blindly and ended up going bankrupt during the financial crisis.
Huge debts are pressed down, and if the money is not repaid, one will go to jail.
There is no other way, selling the property is almost an inevitable choice.
But now that the economy is collapsing, there are far more people selling their houses than buying them.
Theirs are all mansions, and no one cares about them.
Today, they heard that Jin Zhangyuan's house had been sold. They were really desperate, so they came to inquire about it just in case.
Xiao Qian asked one by one and found that all these people's residences were independent villas, and even the smallest ones were more than 100 square meters in size.
After taking the map and studying it, I was even more shocked.
It turns out that these people's houses completely cover the triangular area from Cheongdam Bridge to Yeongdong Bridge. There are 45 houses in each house, with a total area of 13,000 square meters.
Wait, why does this area look so familiar?
Looking through the open far door at Qingtan Reservoir Park across the road, Xiao Qian suddenly woke up.
Damn it, the land under his feet was the later Sanyi Apartment.
Ask him why he knows?
When he was writing Korean entertainment novels in his previous life, he checked the information.
Kim Tae Hee’s residence is here!
Son Ye-jin's residence is across the road at Jinheung Apartment next to Cheongdam Neighborhood Park.
Darling, this is a geomantic treasure.
Stop talking, Xiao is moved.
"Everyone, you all know President Jin's selling price, right? If you are ready to sell it and can accept the price, then I can take it over."
Good guy, the scene is completely chaotic. Everyone is trying their best to rush over, without any elegance from the upper class.
"Buy me, my place is good."
"Xiba, my position is the best."
"Yeah, you bastard, I'm the senior, let me come first."
Seeing that a fight was about to start, Xiao Qian quickly stopped.
"Don't make any noise, everyone, come one by one. Don't worry, everyone has a share, I bought them all!"
The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Xiao Qian as if they were aliens.
"Sir, you...do you really want it?"
Xiao Qian was even more nervous.
"Do you...sell it?"
The other party does not hesitate to make more concessions.
"We... want cash."
Xiao Qian swallowed hard.
"The money will arrive within a week, okay?"
Forty-five people nodded in unison, with an astonishing momentum.
