How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 511 Buying a Property
After seeing the landlady off, Zhang Wen returned to the lobby.

He doesn't plan to continue renting here. Judging from the landlord's attitude just now, if he chooses to swallow his anger this year, the landlord will definitely raise the price next year.

It's best to stay away from people who lack a sense of contract.

However, this also served as a reminder to him that if the training center wanted to develop steadily, it needed its own teaching building. Otherwise, situations like today would definitely happen again in the future, and he didn't want to have to move to a different location every year.

After thinking it through, Zhang Wen left the training center and went back to the real estate agency he had previously worked for.

The real estate agent who had just spoken to Zhang Wen immediately greeted him warmly, "Principal Zhang, you're here! Is there something wrong with the contract?"

Zhang Wen shook his head and then asked, "Are there any commercial buildings for sale nearby? I need to be over 5,000 square meters."

The real estate agent paused for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating, and asked in confusion, "Principal Zhang, didn't you just rent a teaching building of over 3,000 square meters? Are you not satisfied with it?"

"This time it's not a lease, it's a purchase. I want to buy a commercial building to serve as the headquarters for Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center," Zhang Wen said simply.

The real estate agent heard clearly this time, but he was also numb.

So much money!
Buy a commercial building?

Do you need more than 5,000 square meters?
This one is much bigger than the previous one.

For real estate agents like them, the commission from selling a house is much higher than the commission from renting a house.

If he can close this deal, his commission will be at least four or five million, or even more.

"Principal Zhang, please have a seat." The real estate agent quickly brought over a chair, his voice trembling as he spoke.

This morning, while I was cleaning the windows, I saw a magpie chirping incessantly in a tree. It turns out that a distinguished person was about to appear.

"Principal Zhang, besides the size, what other requirements do you have for the commercial building?" the real estate agent asked.

When the other real estate agents heard that someone wanted to buy a commercial building, they all looked over, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

There are many luxury homes and commercial buildings in Beijing, but very few good things actually happen to them.

"I need a standalone commercial building with a large horizontal area, not too many floors, and preferably a parking lot..." Zhang Wen stated his requirements.

The real estate agent listened while filtering through the options on his computer. By the time the benefactor finished speaking, he had already found someone.

"Principal Zhang, I've selected three for you. The first one is about three kilometers to the right, along the street, with twenty parking spaces in front. It has three floors and a total area of ​​4,900 square meters. The asking price is 150 million..."

"The second one is also diagonally opposite your Xingxiang, just across the street from the bathhouse. It has an area of ​​6,300 square meters, five floors, and sixty underground parking spaces. The total price is 300 million."

"This last one is really impressive. It's located within the North Third Ring Road and was designed by a renowned architect..."

Before the real estate agent could finish speaking, Zhang Wen interrupted him.

"Take me to see the second one."

In Zhang Wen's opinion, no amount of talk about architectural masters is as useful as the fact that it's "diagonally opposite Xingxiang".

No matter how well the architect designs it, it's too far from Xingxiang for the original landlady to see.

"it is good!"

The real estate agent quickly called the homeowner, then led Zhang Wen outside, his excitement evident.

Having had previous experience renting apartments, he was confident he could close this deal.

The two arrived at their destination. The commercial building was very close to the bathhouse, one on the left side of the intersection and the other on the right side, separated only by a traffic light.

The entire building is made of light gray glass curtain walls, giving it a stylish and grand appearance. The plaza in front of the building is flat and spacious, and the entrance to the underground parking garage is clearly visible.

"Principal Zhang, look," the real estate agent said, pointing to the building. "It has five floors above ground and one below. Parking is very convenient for both teachers and parents. This used to be an internet company, but it grew and built a new building, moving to Wudaokou. It's truly a blessed place..."

"..."

Zhang Wen's lips twitched; the mere mention of the word "blessed land" gave him a headache.

"Is the price negotiable?" Zhang Wen asked.

"It's negotiable. Someone came to see this building before, offering up to 250 million, but the landlord didn't sell," the real estate agent said.

The implication is: You can lower the price, but if you want to close the deal, you can't lower it too much.

Zhang Wen nodded, feeling more confident.

After waiting a while, a red Ferrari pulled up on the side of the road, and then the door opened, and a stylishly dressed woman got out.

The other person arrived in front of the commercial building, pushed up his sunglasses, and looked at Zhang Wen and the real estate agent. "Are you the ones who want to view the property?"

Zhang Wen turned to look at the real estate agent beside him. The woman looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six. This landlord was too young!

But then again, isn't he young too?

“Principal Zhang, this is the homeowner’s daughter,” the real estate agent explained in a low voice, then smiled and said to the woman, “This Mr. Zhang would like to go in and take a look.”

The woman looked Zhang Wen up and down, then said nothing, took out her keys from her bag, and opened the door to the commercial building.

Compared to the enthusiastic uncle from before, this man's attitude was quite indifferent. He didn't say a word the whole time and just kept his head down playing on his phone.

The real estate agent, on the other hand, kept talking nonstop, seemingly knowing more about the property than the homeowner's daughter.

Zhang Wen looked through each floor and gained a basic understanding of the entire building.

The building itself is quite nice, but the price... it's not that it's expensive, nor that I can't afford 300 million, it's just that I feel uncomfortable buying a house without negotiating the price.

When he was a real estate agent, not a single buyer didn't try to negotiate the price.

"Beautiful lady, can you make the decision?" Zhang Wen asked the woman.

"Of course," the woman said without looking up.

"2.51 million," Zhang Wen quoted.

The woman slowly raised her head, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes revealing frustration. She then left the WeChat chat group and dialed a number.

"Dad, the other party is offering 2.51 small targets, should we sell?" After the woman finished speaking into the phone, she looked at Zhang Wen and said, "My dad said the minimum is 2.8 small targets."

"Aren't you in charge?" Zhang Wen asked.

“I can make decisions on amounts under 2.5 million, but I can’t make decisions on amounts over 2.5 million,” the woman said.

Zhang Wen suddenly realized why the other party was upset after hearing the price; it turned out to be over a million.

However, the woman's words also revealed another layer of information to him: she wouldn't sell for less than 2.5 million, but prices above 2.5 million were negotiable.

With that in mind, he quoted another price: "2.6 million."

The woman probably found it troublesome to relay messages, so she simply pressed the speakerphone button and said into the phone, "Dad, you two talk. He'll offer 2.6 million."

"2.7 million, no less than that." A loud voice came from the microphone.

"2.5 million, plus a piece of news," Zhang Wen said mysteriously.

"???"

The sudden change clearly surprised the person on the other end of the microphone; they hadn't expected that the homebuyer would not only not raise the price, but would actually lower it.

Even the woman standing there looked like a curious child, wanting to know what kind of news could be worth 20 million.

After a few seconds, a voice finally came through the microphone, "What news?" "News about the Life Essence," Zhang Wen said.

"What did you say?" The landlord's tone became noticeably urgent, and his voice even cracked slightly, clearly indicating that he was very agitated.

However, the real estate agent and the woman standing nearby looked completely puzzled.

What is the Essence of Life? Is the news about it worth 20 million?

Zhang Wen smiled slowly and said, "It seems you've heard of the Essence of Life. That makes things easier. The most discussed topic among the wealthy in Beijing right now is the Essence of Life. I'm sure you've heard about its effects from others. However, the production of the Essence of Life is extremely low. Just one bottle can fetch over ten million, and even if you have the money, you can't buy it."

"Do you have it?" someone asked anxiously into the microphone.

“I have the phone number of the creator of the Life Essence. Do you think this information is worth 20 million?” Zhang Wen asked.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then the voice said, "Is the number real?"

"I will treat everyone fairly, young and old!" Zhang Wen said.

How could he not know his own phone number?
"How can I trust you? What if you find a con artist to impersonate you and then refuse to sell to me?" The person on the other end of the phone was clearly very cautious.

In the circles of the wealthy in Beijing—no, in all of China—who wouldn't want to buy the Life Essence?
Unfortunately, no one knows how to contact the creator of the Life Essence, and those who have purchased the Life Essence dare not reveal it to others for fear of angering this mysterious creator and losing their right to purchase the Life Essence.

Who knows if the other party will use this to deceive people?

“Just say you were introduced by ‘Principal Zhang’ when you make the call. He’ll definitely sell you a bottle. Once you’ve taken it, you’ll know whether what I’m saying is true or not. Anyway, the commercial building is right here. It’s not like I’m going to pocket it and take it away. Besides, it’ll take a few days to complete the formalities,” Zhang Wen said.

In this way, they not only saved 20 million yuan on the house purchase, but also developed a buyer for the life essence, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

"Okay, it's a deal." This time, the person on the other end of the phone didn't hesitate and readily agreed.

The real estate agent standing nearby was completely stunned. A message from a phone number was worth twenty million? The world of the rich is indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like him.

"I'll send you that person's phone number using your daughter's phone in a bit, but he's quite busy right now. Call him again at noon, and you should be able to get the Life Essence tonight," Zhang Wen said.

He still needs to bring the construction team here later to discuss the renovation plan with the bathhouse, so he doesn't have time to sell the life essence.

“Okay, if it works, I’ll go with you to complete the transfer procedures tomorrow,” the person on the other end of the phone said.

After ending the call, Zhang Wen prepared to leave, but after taking only two steps, he was stopped by the woman behind him.

"Wait, what is the Life Essence?" the woman asked.

“If you lower the price by another 20 million, I’ll tell you,” Zhang Wen said.

"Tch, I'll go home and ask my dad." The woman pouted and angrily got into the Ferrari parked by the roadside.

“Your dad probably doesn’t know as much as I do,” Zhang Wen shouted. Although he didn’t lack the money, he wanted to save wherever he could.

"Do you think I'm a sucker?" the woman said irritably.

Zhang Wen smiled and was about to say a few words of advice when his phone suddenly vibrated. He looked at the screen and saw that it was Wang Deli, the head of the construction team, calling. He figured Wang Deli had already arrived at the training center.

He stopped talking to the woman, put the phone to his ear, and said, "Mr. Wang, I'm outside. I'll be right back. Please wait five minutes."

After saying goodbye to the agent next to him, he put the keys in his pocket and headed towards the training center.

Back at the training center, Zhang Wen immediately spotted Wang Deli sitting in the lobby, surrounded by several other people, presumably designers.

"Principal Zhang, may your business prosper!" Wang Deyi immediately stood up to greet Zhang Wen.

To him, the person in front of him was a god of wealth, so he had to be very polite to him.

"Same to you," Zhang Wen said with a smile. "This construction project is quite large. In addition to a teaching building of over 3,000 square meters, there is also a headquarters of over 6,000 square meters..."

Wang Deli paused, then asked in confusion, "Principal Zhang, you didn't seem to mention headquarters on the phone just now..."

"Yeah, just bought them. What's wrong? Are you short-handed?" Zhang Wen asked.

"Enough, enough manpower!" Wang Deli nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with surprise, like a chick pecking at rice.

For him, the more construction projects the better, because the more projects he has, the more money he can make.

This is equivalent to agreeing over the phone to give him two boxes of money, but then giving him two more boxes of money after he arrives.

Just because you only have two hands, does that mean you don't want those two boxes of money?
No!

Even if it means carrying it on my back, I'll carry the money home.

The group arrived at the commercial building, where Zhang Wen explained his requirements for the place in detail.

The designer brought by Wang Deli drew sketches on the spot, and someone was recording the process on their phone, afraid of missing anything.

“Mr. Wang, I only have two requirements for you: first, be quick, the faster the better. I can only give you a maximum of forty days; second, the materials must be environmentally friendly. I will be working here every day from now on, and I don’t want to die young,” Zhang Wen said earnestly.

"Principal Zhang, you can rest assured that I will handle this matter perfectly." Wang Deli patted his chest and assured him.

Principal Zhang was the most generous client he had ever met; as long as the work was done well, he would never delay payment.

Unlike some clients who either nitpick and try every means to deduct money, or delay paying part of the project cost.

Even if Principal Zhang didn't say anything, he would do his job conscientiously. Last year, they asked him to renovate one teaching building, this year they asked him to renovate two teaching buildings, and next year they might ask him to renovate three teaching buildings.

That wish for "prosperous business" wasn't just said casually; it came from the bottom of my heart.

After inspecting the commercial building, Zhang Wen led his men to the bathhouse. Although the headquarters was over 6,000 square meters, he did not intend to give up the branch campus, keeping it for future needs.

Alternatively, the various majors could be separated, with performance classes held at headquarters and music and dance classes held in different districts.

After explaining everything, Zhang Wen returned to the training center.

My phone vibrated as soon as I entered the door.

He glanced at the screen; it was an unfamiliar number. If he wasn't mistaken, it was probably the landlord of the commercial building calling.

Because it's exactly 12 o'clock now.

"Hello?" Zhang Wen answered the phone.

"Hello, my name is Guan Xiong. I was introduced by Principal Zhang," Guan Xiong said softly, his heart pounding as if he were up to no good.

"Ten million a bottle, want it?" Zhang Wen asked.

Since the life essence has already been sold for ten million a bottle, he might as well earn that money himself.

"Yes, yes!" Guan Xiong said repeatedly.

"I'll send you an account number in a bit. You transfer the money to that account, and then go to Xingxiang Art Examination Training Center. I'll deliver the Life Essence there."

"well."

"..."

Zhang Wen didn't say anything more and hung up the phone directly.

He wanted to maintain an air of mystery; if he said too much, he was afraid the other person would overhear him.

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(End of this chapter)