C14

Soon, night came.

At five o'clock, Liu Meng called.

"Mr. Zhang, there's a result about this matter." Liu Meng said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Han raised his eyebrows; he was surprised that this matter had developed so quickly. It seemed that Liu Meng had some background in the Bureau of Lands.

"Let me first state the conditions, and see if you can accept them. If you accept, I will explain in detail." Liu Meng said.

"Yes."

First of all, you can only rent it for a year to three years, and it's possible that you'll have to unconditionally comply. Besides, there are many restrictions on the use of the New Moon Mountain, I'll tell you later. As for the cost, in a situation like yours, normally speaking, you'll need to rent it for at least twenty million yuan a year, but you're Anna's friend, so I'll do you a favor.. If you give me two million yuan, I can reduce the price to ten million a year by making use of my pulls." Liu Meng went straight to the point.

"Sure." Without any hesitation, Zhang Han agreed.

"Good!" Then I'll tell you those restrictions on renting the New Moon Mountain ? " Liu Meng began a long conversation.

Zhang Han listened quietly for five minutes. One could imagine the strict extent of this restriction.

Simply put, you can't change anything of the New Moon Mountain, and you can take 10 million to rent a year just for growing things in a small district, or you can also climb the mountain.

After all, this was a rent not a bid, if it was a bid then the money would be much more. One must know that every mansion on the New Moon Bay Road would cost more than a billion dollars, and a location like the New Moon Mountain was even more geographically better, so the price was terrifyingly expensive.

In a situation like this kind of lease, if it was anyone else, they would definitely not agree to it. However, Zhang Han merely nodded his head and spat out two words:

"All right."

At the same time, Zhang Han's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Can't change? Restriction? It was all bullshit!

Zhang Han currently just had no strength -- if he was at the Innate Realm, why would he need to care so much? He would take over the mountain and become the king directly!

But now, it was still better to be honest and quietly get successful.

Zhang Han perfectly understood the way of getting successful quietly. When he first stepped into the cultivation world, he searched for treasure for 500 years. Before he reached the stage of tribulation, no one knew what the Immortal Frigid Sun was. When he reached the peak of tribulation, within a few years, the Immortal Frigid Sun's name resounded through all the realms!

Back to the main topic, on the other end of the phone, Liu Meng's face lit up when he heard that Zhang Han agreed.

"Then transfer me two million. We can sign the contract tomorrow."

He did need some money to deal with others, but he could still put 20% of the money into his pocket in the end.

"Not tomorrow. I have something to do. Today is Monday and I'll contact you before Friday. Is that OK?" Zhang Han said.

"Alright then, I'll wait for your messages." Liu Meng was surprised for a second, then he hung up the phone, thinking Zhang Han might not rent it. After all, those restrictions for renting were no different from not renting at all.

As for Zhang Han, he refused because... No money.

He really didn't have any money right now. There were only 1.6 million in his bank card, which was far from enough.

But nothing, Zhang Han had already thought of a plan.

That was ? selling rent mountains!

Right, right now the only money Zhang Han could use was the money from selling his house.

During the day, he had even gotten the prices of the houses in Milan community as well as a comprehensive picture of the house and the method to contact the agency. He just waited for Liu Meng's information during the night.

Seven years ago, Zhang Han bought this house with 15 million RMB. In these seven years, the price of housing in China had been rising rapidly, especially in the big cities.

It was just that the bamboo pit district where Zhang Han was located had been very developed seven years ago and the price of housing was very high at that time, but its increase in the price of housing today was not as great as other new districts.

Even so, Zhang Han's house was sold for 20 million RMB of the rough in the community. In addition to Zhang Han's cost in the decoration of 3 million RMB, the total value of his house was 23 million RMB.

However, Zhang Han did not plan to sell it for that much, just like he did with Ferrari. He posted some omnidirectional photos of the house on a website. It was only sold for 18 million RMB, emphasizing on the fact that 3 million RMB decoration and the furniture were all given free.

Everyone who worked in Xiangjiang knew that this place was the heaven of the rich and the hell of the workers.

The pace of life of the workers is outrageous. They all had the mindset that if they don't work hard, others would surpass them. Everyone was suppressing themselves to work hard.

Therefore, when Zhang Han released this news, almost all the employees of the real estate agency near the bamboo pit had found out about it.

"Manager! Manager! Come on, something's happened!"

Almost everyone who found out this news immediately shouted these words.

After the manager came to see the news, he said something similar.

"Hurry, hurry, call him!"

Therefore, less than two minutes after Zhang Han sent out the message, a series of calls came through!

After answering more than a dozen calls from whom wanted to come to visit the house later, Zhang Han thought these were nearly enough and refused the rest that called in later. He turned off his phone and removed the message he had sent on the website.

The house suddenly became quiet again, but what Zhang Han didn't know was that there would be a call from Zi Yan's house in the Cloud Garden just a few minutes after he turned off his pone.

"Mengmeng, your Daddy has turned off his phone. Why don't we call him tomorrow?" Zi Yan helplessly put down her phone.

Meng Meng was filled with joy as she blinked her clear eyes, looking forward to the conversation with her Daddy. Who knew that she would end up being splashed with the cold water? The little princess suddenly felt wronged.

"My bad Daddy, doesn't he want to talk to Mengmeng?" "I don't like him anymore, bad Daddy?" Meng Meng began to cause a ruckus while shedding tears.

Zi Yan initially wanted to use this opportunity to scold Zhang Han, so that Meng Meng wouldn't be so dependent on him. However, seeing Mengmeng's pitiful appearance, Zi Yan actually supported Zhang Han with words:

"Maybe your Daddy is busy now. Mengmeng, he surely is missing you too. Didn't he say he would create a paradise for you? He might be busy with this matter. The next time your Daddy see you, he will take you to the paradise."

"Really, really?" Meng Meng stopped her tears. She was filled with anticipation towards the paradise that her Daddy had said.

"Really." Zi Yan held back her laughter as she spoke with a serious face.

Humph! Stupid, let's see what you can say! I'll let you cheat a child! I'll let you brag! I will see how you can patch up your lie the next time we meet!

Unbeknownst to them, Zhang Han was really fighting for Meng Meng's paradise. Furthermore, he wanted to settle this matter as soon as possible by selling his house at a low price. Only by doing this would he be able to properly educate his daughter with his unique ways.

As the daughter of the Immortal Frigid Sun, she couldn't be ordinary! First, set a small goal to become the strongest little witch on earth.

At this moment, in Zhang Han's house of the Milan community, there was already the first batch of intermediaries.

It had only been ten minutes, which can perfectly prove that the agency of this area were very active in their work.

In the first wave, three people came, a man and two women. The man was the manager of the agency, and the two women were the person who found out Zhang Han's message and came to see the house.

"Wow, it's really the same as what it like in the photos."

One of the women with ponytail exclaimed.

The decorations and furniture which worth 3 million yuan, although incomparable to the real rich men in Xiangjiang, were still better than ordinary families and belonged to the upper echelons.

"Not bad at all!" The manager walked around and nodded in satisfaction. "Mr. Zhang, forgive me for being blunt, but your house can sell for at least 22 million RMB. Are you sure you want to sell it for 18 million RMB?"

"Yes." Zhang Han nodded slightly and said calmly, "I just want to sell it as soon as possible."

Seeing Zhang Han's affirmation, the manager's face lit up.

"Mr. Zhang, can I take a look at your ID and real estate certificate?"

"It's on the table. Take a look for yourself." Zhang Han said as he pointed to the tea table in the living room.

The manager quickly went over to take a look. After confirming the message, a hint of excitement appeared on his face as he said:

"Excuse me, I'll contact my superior."

His superior was the Regional Manager of his agency. As long as one wasn't a fool, one could see the business opportunities in this house. If he took it, he would earn a net profit of more than 4 million!

Even this manager wanted to immediately take down the house, but unfortunately, he didn't have 18 million.

Not every manager had the luck like the manager who bought the Faralla from Zhang Han .

The manager went into the second bedroom to make the call, and there was another wave of guests in front of the open door.

This time, two men, a middle-aged man in his thirties and a man in his early twenties, came into the room. Seeing that someone had stepped into the house first, the two men's expression slightly changed, and they quickly went up to greet Zhang Han.

How did they know who Mr. Zhang was in the house?

This was because the intermediary staff, both men and women, were all wearing formal clothing. This would also give customers a sense of security.

The first wave of people in the house were filled with hostility when they saw who had come. The two men were also very funny -- they glared back mercilessly. Immediately, the room was filled with killing intent.

But they knew that dealing with the house was more important, so after a few seconds of eye contact, the two men also moved closer to Zhang Han to discuss something about the house.

What they had done was similar to the former manager's actions. After they had confirmed the message, they called their superior directly.

The next hour, Zhang Han became completely busy with more than ten waves of intermediaries.

However, their quality was also excellent. Before entering the house, they would wear a new pair of shoes and the house didn?t get dirty from having too many guests.

Originally, 80% of the managers wanted to directly make a decision, but Zhang Han didn't give them a clear message. Instead, he told them that he would go with whomever the transaction speed was faster.

The normal house trading process required a month, but some bosses of the intermediary companies had a deep relationship. They could quickly process the complicated process, which was known as cutting the queue.

Not until ten o'clock in the evening did Zhang Han turn on his cellphone. Unexpectedly, he received three calls again only within half an hour.

The content of their argument was roughly the same. They told Zhang Han that he just need to spend a morning showing up on the spot to sign in the second-hand house trading center for getting the money on the same day. And the rest would be settled by the agency.

Zhang Han then replied that he would trade with the one who would come first the next day. After all, he couldn't tell who was who.