The next day, the sun jumped above the horizon and cast golden light on the ground. The sleeping city began to wake up from its deep sleep.
Hoo-ho-ho——
Xie Jiahao was sitting on a deserted grass dam, breathing heavily.
In front of him, Wang Qingyun slowly completed the power pose.
The two of them were doing morning exercises together, and he was unconvinced and threw his hands at him. Fortunately, Wang Qingyun didn't say hello to his face, otherwise, he would have had panda eyes at the very least.
Next to Cao Dam, there is a black briefcase containing a stack of contracts.
This is the task of the two of them today, to find and sign contracts for "to-be-developed" residential properties.
After breakfast, a black Audi parked at the door and the two got in the car.
Xie Jiahao was much more stable than last time. Although he was a little excited while performing the task, he didn't ask any more questions. The excitement in his eyes was as if he was about to rush out.
When the car arrived at the Grand Cross, Wang Qingyun said: "There are cars following. Pay attention. There are several cars."
Xie Jiahao quickly turned his head and looked at the long queue of traffic behind him.
About three minutes later, Xie Jiahao turned around and said, "There are two cars, one is black with four circles, and the other is white with two rings."
"No, there is one more thing to look at."
Xie Jiahao turned his head and continued to observe.
"There were four, and besides those two, there was a taxi and the orange Jeep."
Yes, it was expected that this kid could see the jeep, but being able to grasp that the taxi was also being followed required a bit of talent.
"Yes, of these four cars, two are ours and two are other people's. Can you see the difference?"
The cultivation of talents needs to go from theory to practice. Wang Qingyun did not have that much time, so he directly led Xie Jiahao to practice, from the number of followers, roles, to how to naturally shake off the tail.
For a whole hour, Wang Qingyun taught him step by step, and Xie Jiahao absorbed the knowledge about tracking and anti-tracking bit by bit.
When looking back, the misty eyes gradually disappeared and became calm and sharp.
Among the cars behind him, one was from the National Security Bureau and one was from Wu Xiong's men. Where exactly was the demolition that Wang Qingyun mentioned, he was more nervous than anyone else.
If Wu Xiong could track down which area it was, Wu Xiong was prepared to strike first. The demolition would be enough for him to escape from the life of licking blood in his next life. It was precisely for this reason that he didn't tell anyone.
After shaking off Wu Xiong's tail, the car arrived at the old city.
Yellow bricks, narrow concrete roads, simple trash cans, and telephone poles more than ten meters high are wrapped with deep black electric coils like spider silk. No one knows how to connect the wires. They only know, As long as it works.
The thing that best reflects the age is the sturdy sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The saplings planted in the early years have long since turned into towering trees, casting a shade.
The small shops on the street also use peeled wooden boxes to sell smoke. This is the corner of the old town of Yangqian.
Wang Qingyun handed Xie Jiahao the contract:
"Today, what you have to do is to ask all the household heads in this area to sign this contract. I will only teach you once. Before dark, these two hundred contracts must be signed. If you can't finish them, today It’s all for nothing, after signing, I’ll give you a 3% commission.”
Two hundred families all live in a corner facing the east, which is a must-go area for shantytown reconstruction in the future. The content of the contract is very simple, that is, within one year, if a private person purchases a house at a premium, both parties will share the premium 40-60%. .
Dong-dong——
"Who!"
The red door opened, and a middle-aged aunt wearing a thick floral dress opened the door and looked at the two of them doubtfully:
"This is what you are doing?"
"Hello, sister, my brother is Mengsong. He is busy, so I will bring the contract to sign today."
When the woman heard the word Meng Song, her eyes lit up and she suddenly smiled: "Haha, come in quickly, come in quickly!" As she opened the door, the woman shouted into the house:
"Master, the God of Wealth is here, come out quickly."
The couple politely invited Wang Qingyun to the living room to make tea. After busying themselves, they said they were going to make some side dishes to stir-fry.
"This is the contract, please take a look at it." Wang Qingyun handed over the contract and took out the ink pad and pen.
The man looked at the contract and saw that 60% of the premium would go to himself, but 40% would go to Wang Qingyun. He estimated that the house could be sold for 220,000 yuan.
If the increase is half, then more than 40,000 yuan belongs to Wang Qingyun. When he thinks that more than 40,000 yuan has become someone else's, the man's heart aches. He only has 2,000 yuan a month, so he can save several hundred yuan. , 40,000 yuan, enough for me to save for seven or eight years.
"Little brother, can we talk about the 46 points in this contract? After all, it is our house. Even if it is not sold to you, it will be sold to others. 46 points is really too high."
"Uncle, what do you think is appropriate between us?"
The aunt who was busy in the kitchen stopped the kitchen knife in her hand and listened quietly.
"Although the house belongs to us, I think it is not easy for you to be busy. The person who contacted the investors and introduced them must be a big boss, not ordinary people like us.
Otherwise, give it 19 points. When the house sells for more than 300,000 yuan, you will have 10,000 yuan. I am familiar with this area. One or two hundred houses, that is one or two million. "
Crying about poverty and threatening at the same time, the man's face was filled with a simple and honest smile.
"Uncle, the sharing was agreed upon between you and my brother. Now that you have changed your mind, are you bullying me for being young?"
"Hey, what are you talking about?
I wanted to talk about it first, but before we decided on the share, I went to the city to inquire. Our land falls within the scope of shantytown reconstruction and will be demolished sooner or later. "
The word "profit" touches people's hearts. In the face of money, keeping promises is often an embarrassing thing.
Wang Qingyun looked at Xie Jiahao: "Jiahao, do you think this uncle is right?"
Xie Jiahao knew that this was a test for him, so he remained calm on the surface, but in fact he held his fingers firmly and clasped his feet tightly.
"I think, uncle, you have already promised four or six points, and now you are going back on your word on the spot, which is unreasonable."
Wang Qingyun turned his head: "Look, right? It's not authentic."
The situation was awkward for a while. The kitchen door opened and a plate of pork head meat with full color, flavor and flavor was served.
"Come on, come on, eat quickly."
Seeing that the master looked unhappy, the woman asked, "What's wrong?"
The man pointed to the contract on the table: "Forty-six cents, our house is not worth it to me."
The woman also had a troubled look on her face, and then she gave her husband an affectionate push: "Head of the family, the boss also invested in me last time, please give in a little bit."
The man sighed and shook his head: "What do you know? This is a big business worth tens of thousands! Their big boss doesn't care, but our family only has this house. From now on, the children will eat, drink, and litter, and we will rely on it to support our old age!"
The woman started to cry: "Since I married you, I have never had a good life. Now that I have no money, how can I feel at ease?"
He cried loudly and looked like he wished everyone around him could come.
The man let his wife beat him and raised his head in embarrassment: "Little brother, can you guarantee that someone will invest soon?"
