Yang He was a quick-witted person, and soon found out that the land near here was about 300 yuan per square meter.
Hearing the price, Yang Zimei's eyes lit up.
In her previous life, she usually heard about high housing prices in the streets and alleys. At that time, the per capita income in City A was only 3,000, and the average house price was already 6,000.
As for the land, it is generally 31,000 square meters, not to mention that this will be a commercial center, and every inch of land is like gold.
How could she let go of the golden egg in front of her
Back in the hospital, she also told her father that she wanted to buy land and fry it.
Yang Qing first looked at her in disbelief for a while, thought for a while, and then nodded.
He is not a person with an inflexible mind, but limited by conditions, even if he has ideas, he will be stifled.
Now, their family has a huge amount of 100,000. When he was lying on the hospital bed just now, he thought about buying a flat in the city and moving out with his family to avoid being bullied by those people in the village all day long.
Seeing that her father agreed, Yang Zimei was very happy, otherwise, it would be very inconvenient for her to do anything as a five-year-old child.
She explained to him the development prospects of the land in detail, and told him that in one year, the land would definitely be doubled tenfold.
"Niuniu, are you delusional? How do you know that the land will increase tenfold in one year?" Yang Qing found that his daughter's tone was not like that of a five-year-old, but a mature person. Even he didn't understand the urban construction mentioned, so how did she understand it at such a young age
"Dad, don't forget, I learned the predictive ability of the prophet from Master!"
Yang Zimei pretended to be mysterious and said, "Mr. Huo, the big boss in Hong Kong, believes me, so you have to believe me!"
Looking at her daughter's black and white eyes, but extremely determined, calm and mature eyes, Yang Qing suddenly realized that he was really growing older, and he really didn't understand why his daughter seemed to have become a child who seemed to be a genius after learning Taoism for half a year. up.
That's right, the well-informed Mr. Huo believed her and gave her so much thanks, how could he not believe it
What's more, the money was earned by her in the first place, even if she threw it into the sea, it was a matter of course.
Yang Qing still needs to be hospitalized for a week, and there are nurses in the hospital to take care of him. In addition, Yang Zimei is a cautious person. Yang He was anxious to go to Shenzhen to explore his world, so he went home, leaving Yang Zimei alone. accompany.
Yang Zimei couldn't stay in the hospital, she told her father to play on the big lawn outside, but actually slipped to the street again.
Before I knew it, I came to Brunei Street, a street of antique culture and art in city a.
Brunei Street has been the commercial center of City A for thousands of years. The surrounding buildings and shops still retain their antique flavor. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, they were preserved as cultural heritage. Because of this classical feature, this street automatically formed an antique culture. Art Street, all kinds of antique calligraphy and painting, four treasures of study, handicrafts, flowers, birds, fish and insects are all sold here. It is one of the famous tourist attractions in City A. Many people like to come here to shop for antiques, looking forward to picking up a big leak So rich overnight.
In her last life, Yang Zimei also set up a fortune-telling booth here, but she was often driven out, and even once, the urban management stepped on her waist and told her to go, because she couldn't even pay ten yuan for the booth fee. take it out.
Thinking of what happened in the previous life, Yang Zimei really shed tears of bitterness.