Back to 2008: I Helped My Dad Become the Richest Man

Chapter 73 Someone Wants to Buy Our Building

The task of managing those 57 houses fell to Li Minxia.

When Xi Yuan entrusted this matter to her, she said, "Mom, just treat it like a larger rental property. Collect rent every month, check the contract, and call me if there are any problems."

When Li Minxia first took over, she felt that these words were too easy to say.

There are 57 apartments with various tenants, including small business owners and migrant workers. There are also a few apartments under negotiation. The rent and contract duration are different for each apartment. It took her a whole day just to compile all of this into a table.

But after she finished sitting down, she sorted things out.

Later, she found a notebook to record the status of each apartment, marked the renewal date in red, circled the ones expiring in the current month, and called to confirm half a month in advance.

She's handling this matter quite well now.

In early December, an uninvited guest arrived.

His name was Lin Guisheng. He was wearing a well-fitting suit and came with a business card. He said he had heard that the Luo family owned a large number of properties in that building in the east of the city and wanted to discuss the acquisition.

Li Minxia was in the finance office doing the accounting when she heard this. She didn't immediately respond, but asked him to leave his contact information so they could talk when his family returned.

Lin Guisheng nodded and left.

That evening, Li Minxia told Xiyuan about it.

Xi Yuan asked, "How much did he pay?"

"The price wasn't mentioned."

"His coming to you means that the land is valuable now. He's in a hurry, but we're not. Let him give us an offer first, but don't let him know we're interested in selling. Just say that other potential partners have been in contact with us recently."

Two days later, Lin Guisheng came for the second time, accompanied by an assistant, and brought an appraisal report.

Li Minxia placed the report on the table without opening it, and looked at him.

Lin Guisheng cleared his throat and said, "After evaluation, we have 57 units. Based on the current market price, we are offering a quote of 2500 yuan per square meter, totaling approximately 14 million yuan. This price is 10% higher than the market average, but it's a sincere offer."

Li Minxia picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put the cup back.

"Okay, I'll go back and tell my family. They'll contact you if they have any news."

After Lin Guisheng left, she sent Xiyuan a text message: "He gave 1400 million."

Xi Yuan's reply came quickly: "Not for sale."

The second point follows immediately: "Tell him we're not in a hurry. If he's really interested, we can talk again in two years."

Li Minxia put down her phone, thought for a moment, flipped to the last page of the notebook, took out the business card, placed it underneath, and closed the notebook.

She did some mental calculations.

When I bought the property, the average price was 1100 yuan per square meter. Now the news of the county government's relocation is circulating, and the supporting facilities in the eastern part of the city are also under construction. The school next to the community has already started laying its foundation.

She now has a pretty good idea of ​​how much that land will be worth in two years.

When Luo Xinde returned from the farm that evening, she casually mentioned the incident during dinner.

After listening, Luo Xinde asked, "So you haven't given up, have you?"

"No, tell him to come back in two years."

"That's right." Luo Xinde finished the last bite of rice in his bowl, thought for a moment, and said, "When Xiyuan asked us to buy that building, I said it was a risk, do you remember?"

Li Minxia glanced at him.

"I remember, your face turned pale at the time."

"Is my face pale? No, I'm just calm."

Li Minxia didn't respond to that, and took the bowl away.

Luo Xinde sat there, hearing the sound of dishes being cleared from the kitchen. After thinking for a while, he mentally went over the number 1400 million again.

When he signed that contract with Xi Yuan, his hand was genuinely shaking.

Looking back now, that shaking method was indeed a bit pathetic.

The 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Luo Family Village.

In the living room on the first floor of the Luo family's three-story building, three tables were pushed together, covered with a red cloth, and filled with a table full of dishes.

The head of the table was Mr. Liu, with Sun Dahai on his left and Uncle Chen on his right. Then came Luo Xinde and Li Minxia. Zhao Hu sat in the corner, and there was also Ye Yu, who had come all the way from Shanghai to report on the progress of the annual project. Luo Xiyuan had invited her to stay for dinner.

Holding the soup bowl, Ye Yu felt a little lost and didn't know what to say to everyone at the table.

Luo Wen sat next to her and pointed to several dishes with his chopsticks.

"This was made by my mom, this is a sausage brought by Grandpa Sun, and this is pork from our own farm. It's all made with high-quality ingredients, so you can eat it without worry."

Ye Yu looked at the child who was speaking so earnestly, nodded, and then asked, "How old are you this year?"

"eleven."

"—Eleven years old." Ye Yu lowered her head, picked up the sausage, and took a bite.

Then she paused, took another bite, and said very seriously, "This is really delicious."

Luo Wen took a bite of rice from his bowl and said, "I know, we eat this every day."

Ye Yu picked up another piece.

Zhao Hu was very quiet today, mostly eating his food in silence, occasionally refilling the drinks of the people next to him. When someone asked him how his year was going, he said two words: "Pretty good."

He is indeed a very good person.

This year, he has made more than 200 trips for transportation and scheduling. After the pig farm expanded, he coordinated the arrangements for each pig slaughter, and there have been no major problems. He has also saved a lot of money in the accounts.

Sometimes he thinks that if Luo Xiyuan hadn't kept him there that time, he would still be behind that shabby stall in the farmers' market, haggling over the price difference between good and bad meat every day.

But he wasn't good at saying those things, so he just picked up his drink and took a sip.

Sun Dahai put down his chopsticks halfway through his meal, took a small package from his pocket, and pushed it in front of Master Liu.

"Technician Liu, this is a new recipe I've been trying out. It's dried sausage, which has a lower water content than rose syrup and can be stored for longer. Take a look."

Grandpa Liu picked up the box, opened it, smelled it, squeezed it, and put it back.

"The color is uneven; the heat was not controlled properly during drying."

Sun Dahai frowned and said, "I know, it's still being adjusted. What direction do you think the formula should take?"

"The idea is right, but if you replace the rose syrup with plum wine, reduce the proportion of alcohol by another 10%, and shorten the pickling time, it will taste astringent."

Sun Dahai took out a small notebook, wrote down what he said, and then closed it.

The two old men each picked up their wine glasses, took a sip, and said nothing more, but their intensity was that of two craftsmen meticulously working on a single object.

Luo Xinde stood up, raised his glass, and spoke at length, the gist of which was that everyone had worked hard this year, and that they should continue to work hard next year, thanking everyone for following the Luo family on this journey.

Uncle Chen's eyes were a little red from drinking. He raised his glass and said, "Xinde, the house you built is even more impressive than the village chief's house where I used to live."

Luo Xinde laughed twice and said, "That's right, things will only get better from now on."

Li Minxia, ​​who was standing next to Chen Bo, moved the glass in front of him to the side and said, "Drink less, you still have to walk home later."

Uncle Chen took the cup back: "It's alright, it's alright. I've been walking for fifty years, and I'm even more steady after drinking some wine."

Laughter erupted from the table, creating a lively atmosphere.

Luo Xiyuan sat at the other end, watching these people without saying much.

She is fifteen years old this year, and there is a big age gap between her and the people at the table: more than fifty years younger than Master Liu, ten years younger than Ye Yu, and five years younger than Luo Wen.

But everyone at this table is connected to her; she has brought them here little by little over the past two years.

She had to visit Master Liu three times to persuade him to come out of retirement.

Sun Dahai was won over by her and her father's repeated visits to his home.

Zhao Hu was the one she left behind.

Ye Yu is someone she approves of.

Uncle Chen had been with them from the very beginning.

Sometimes she thinks that if it were Luo Xiyuan from her past life, there wouldn't be this table.

After the meal, Luo Wen took her up to the third floor.

He opened his laptop, showed her the stock account page, and rotated the screen to show her.

Moutai, 100 shares, currently has a market value of over 34,000 yuan.

"How much unrealized profit have we made?"

"From 14800 yuan, plus the principal of 20,000 yuan, it's almost 35,000 yuan." Luo Wen tapped the screen with his finger. "I calculated that if it can rise to 260 yuan per share next year, these 100 shares will be worth 260,000 yuan."

"more than."

"How many?"

"Look it up yourself, recreate the trend of 2010, and do it like a practice exercise."

Rowan frowned, minimized the stock page, and opened another document.

"This is my annual summary. Please check if it's correct."

The farm generated a net profit of 820,000. The food factory earned 370,000. The organic fertilizer factory earned 240,000. The pork shop earned 180,000. Including the share from Happy Farm, the total received was over 600,000.

The total for the year exceeded two million.

Luo Xiyuan stood up straight, placed her hands on the back of the chair, and said in a low voice, "With the increase in the book value of that building in the county town, our family's net assets this year have exceeded ten million."

Luo Wen didn't say anything. He picked up a pencil and checked the calculations on the draft paper, then put down the pencil and turned his head away.

"and then?"

They heard noises coming from downstairs. It was Uncle Chen, who was drunk, talking to Zhao Hu. Li Minxia told them to be quiet, and Luo Xinde tried to persuade them from the side.

Luo Xiyuan glanced downstairs, then turned back.

"Then think about 2010."

"What exactly is it?"

Luo Xiyuan took Luo Wen's pencil, wrote two words on the draft paper, and pushed it to him.

Luo Wen looked down at the paper, which read: "Listing on the stock exchange."

The laughter from downstairs was still there, mixed with the sound of firecrackers being set off by someone, one after another, from afar.

Luo Wen stared at those two words, then looked up.

Which company?

"you guess."

Luo Wen frowned, thought for three seconds, picked up a pencil, and wrote three words next to it: "Happy Farm".

Luo Xiyuan took the draft paper, folded it twice, put it in her pocket, and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to sleep now. I have to go pay my respects to Master Liu tomorrow."

"Sis!" Luo Wen called out, chasing after her, "Is it?"

Luo Xiyuan walked to the door, paused for a moment, and did not turn around.

"You can ask Xu Yang yourself next year."