"I’ll take you to see it later," Jian Zhiqing was confident, his lips curving into a smile, "Don’t worry about the price, Brother Jian still has some, and can give it to you when the time comes."
"No need, no need," Qin Xiangyang hurriedly waved his hands, "Brother Jian, don’t go to the expense, my sister and I have also saved up some over the years, it’s enough." They had nearly US$ 30,000 in their hands, which in the countryside could be used to build a pretty large multi-story building.
Qin Xiangnuan, hearing this, felt a slight twinge of regret.
It seemed she arrived too early; she was interested in buying a Siheyuan, but the problem was they didn’t seem to have enough money. If it wasn’t enough, they might have to wait a few more years before coming here again, but missing out once would make her heartache, potentially requiring them to spend more money later. Forget it, let’s not worry about that for now; let’s go look at some houses first. If it doesn’t work out, they would probably really need to borrow.
Jian Zhiqing took them to look at a few houses, all of them Siheyuans. One in particular was very nice, once rumored to be the residence of the Man Qing Imperial Family, a standard Siheyuan. Moreover, its location was advantageous, especially after several rounds of development in the future. She remembered that some private restaurants would open here, turning it into a very famous food street in Capital City, attracting many tourists due to its antique charm. Naturally, the future property prices would not be low. At the very least, if she truly had no other options, she could lease these houses out to support a whole family.
It’s just that the asking price was quite high, at US$ 50,000; they had saved just under US$ 30,000 over the years, so they were US$ 20,000 short. The amount of US$ 50,000 was, by current standards, very high, yet in the future, not even one wall of this courtyard might be acquired for that amount.
Qin Xiangnuan wanted to buy, but she was short by too much money. If they went back to earn the money, they would miss the opportunity.
"Do you like the house?"
Jian Zhiqing was talking to someone else, but noticing that Qin Xiangnuan seemed a bit troubled, he came over to ask if there was a problem.
Qin Xiangnuan bit her lip, eyes misty, cheeks still slightly pudgy with baby fat, which made her appear quite adorable in the eyes of others.
"I’m a little short on funds."
She was embarrassed to say these words, but Jian Zhiqing should understand the meaning of this phrase—the house was of course to her liking, very much so, it’s just—no money.
"How much are you short by?" Jian Zhiqing leaned against a wall, his elongated eyes narrowed, his lips curved slightly, as if he had already anticipated it.
Qin Xiangnuan felt even more embarrassed—it was just like going shopping without money, the store already packing the clothes for you, but then finding out you don’t even have a dime on you, which is quite humiliating. Actually, she didn’t know how much the houses were now, just remembering vaguely that someone in the village had mentioned they were around US$ 10,000 or 20,000. Now she realized that there were houses for US$ 10,000, of course, and also for US$ 50,000, the kind that she wanted more. If not, she would rather not buy.
She held up two fingers and then lowered her head to look at the tips of her shoes, "We have US$ 30,000, and we’re short by US$ 20,000."
"Uh-huh..." Jian Zhiqing thought for a moment, "Alright," he patted Qin Xiangnuan’s head, "Brother Jian will take care of the remaining US$ 20,000 for you. Let’s go and get the paperwork done later."
US$ 20,000 was by no means a small sum—in the future, perhaps, but now, US$ 20,000, that’s equivalent to more than US$ 2,000,000 later on.
"But..." Qin Xiangnuan was unsure whether she should accept the money or not.