"Zhongquan, if you still want to buy a house, I have a property I can recommend."

"Which property?"

Since I boasted, I can’t contradict myself now.

Besides.

It’s not boasting.

"One Yard."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhongquan couldn’t help but frown, nibbling on the sunflower seeds on the table, "Isn’t this Hengsheng’s property?"

"Yes, it’s Hengsheng’s. It’s the top real estate company in Shen Zhou, quality is guaranteed."

There’s nothing wrong with that statement.

Compared to Hengsheng Group, Green Land, which is so arrogant in Sha City, is just crap, nothing at all, like a speck of dust on a giant, a flick and it’s gone.

"Aren’t you leading people astray? Hengsheng Group has such a huge debt, owing tens of billions!"

Someone righteously spoke up.

"That’s in the past. What’s wrong with owing money? Which real estate company doesn’t owe the bank money? You guys only watch half the news, jumping to conclusions, Hengsheng Group has long been taken over by other capital. And One Yard isn’t abandoned."

Hmm.

The crimes of Hengsheng Group are too numerous to mention, but compared to Green Land, they’re also like the sun compared to fireflies, how many projects has Green Land left unfinished?

But each matter is separate.

Although Hengsheng Group has unfinished projects all over the country, not every property is like that, One Yard was delivered on schedule, the earliest residents moved in a year ago, and the feedback is quite good, the community’s landscaping and property management rank among the top in Sha City.

"Hasn’t One Yard been closed off a long time ago?"

"Yeah, it’s closed off, I’m talking about second-hand ones."

"We don’t want a second-hand house."

Having played her part, Mai Encui returned and sat next to her husband.

Her thinking is very traditional, spending so much money on something used by others, it feels uncomfortable.

"Encui, after being fooled so badly, you still dare to buy an off-plan property? No matter how much you’ve saved, you can’t withstand a few tosses, right?"

Upon hearing this, Mai Encui immediately knew her husband must be talking nonsense outside again, but as a family, she certainly wouldn’t reveal him, plus she hadn’t forgotten about the confidentiality agreement.

"We can wait for a ready-made house."

"Yeah, a ready-made house is safer. The house I’m talking about, although second-hand, hasn’t been lived in at all, there’s not much difference from a new one."

"Old Tong, since when did you become an agent?"

Zhang Zhongquan asked.

"Haha, what agent, that’s my son’s house."

At this, Old Tong’s face showed a hint of unabashed pride.

"Did you buy it for your son?"

Someone at the same table chimed in.

"How could I have that ability? It’s good enough to support myself and not burden him, helping him buy a house? Even if I sold myself, I couldn’t come up with that much money. He got it through his own efforts."

"Isn’t your son a delivery guy?"

Someone straightforwardly said.

No matter how loudly slogans are shouted, professions are definitely ranked, at least in people’s minds they are divided into different levels, delivering takeout is no different from odd jobs, no security, lacking stability, hard to be seen as respectable, not as good as a real estate agent, but Old Tong wasn’t embarrassed, his head remained high.

"Yeah, my son is a delivery guy, but so what? This house, he got it through delivering takeout."

Hearing this, the table immediately erupted.

"Are you bragging? Delivering takeout makes that much money?"

"What am I bragging about? I don’t know about other companies, but Speed’s delivery guys do have this benefit! When they reach a certain tenure, they provide employees with affordable housing."

"Oh, it’s Speed, no wonder."

"Speed is different from other bastard companies, they sign labor contracts with employees."

"I did hear about this, didn’t expect it to be true. The house isn’t free, right?"

Everyone chattered away.

Ordinary folks, when it comes to certain information, even if they’ve heard of it, they only know a part of it.

Old Tong is an honest man, he explained, "How could it be free? Speed isn’t a charity, with tens of thousands of riders, how could they give it away? It’s just that if employees need it, they can get purchasing quotas at prices lower than the market."

"How much lower?"

Old Tong shook his head, "I don’t know."

"Even if Old Tong knew, he wouldn’t say."

"Can houses bought at internal prices be transferred?"

Zhang Zhongquan couldn’t help but ask.

"They can’t be transferred within two years. But it’s almost been two years now. If you want it, I can talk to my son, it will definitely be cheaper than the market price."

Understanding the situation, Zhang Zhongquan couldn’t help but feel a bit tempted, a ready-made house, and a good one at that, with a favorable price.

"What do you think?"

Zhang Zhongquan remained sensible, although recently he had been singingly gleefully, he was very aware of who actually makes the decisions on major matters.

"I think... why don’t you go deliver takeout, get the internal purchase quota, the price would definitely be better."

Mai Encui thought quickly, this idea could solve both problems, even addressing her husband’s idleness.

"Haha, Speed has requirements for hiring, and to enjoy housing benefits, there’s a tenure restriction."

Old Tong spoke objectively, poking a hole in the couple’s little scheme.

Damn it.

Since when did delivering takeout become so respectable?

Isn’t this industry for those who can’t find a decent job?

Zhang Zhongquan felt like the world had become a bit insane, but he didn’t dare say so outright, after all, he was actually a bit interested in that house.

"Give me your son’s contact information."

"No problem, I’ll send it to you, you can talk to him yourself."

"Are you really planning to buy his son’s house?"