American Warehouse Taobao King

  It was after 1:00 pm on Saturday in Chicago, in the afternoon of wind and snow, Yang Yong and the bald real estate agent signed a house purchase contract, this house worth 150,000 US dollars became Yang Yong's private property.

The moment he signed the contract, Yang Yong could clearly see from his eyes that the bald real estate agent's face had improved significantly. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. The hot potato that had been in his hands for five years was finally sold. Both parties signed the contract. After the contract was completed, the key to the two-story stone building was handed over to Yang Yong.

  Because he still had to go through the transfer procedures and the real estate agent had a guilty conscience, he wanted to leave this place of right and wrong early, so he didn't accept Yang Yong's proposal to invite guests to lunch and ran away with the contract.

It's better for the other party to leave, and it's more convenient for him to act, so Yang Yong doesn't care about the taxi he took with Smith's help after locking the door, and then went back to the Presidential Suite of the Hilton Hotel to wait for Adam, who came back from the warehouse auction after winning the battle. Core member.

Of course, the first thing to deal with was his stomach. It was already 1:30 in the afternoon. Yang Yong was already so hungry that his chest was on his back, so he ordered a large table of good food and had a drink with Smith in the living room of the hotel suite. stand up.

   Although Yang Yong suffered a little contusion, he had no concerns about drinking, let alone wine, Smith asked Yang Yong without vomiting after two glasses of wine.

"Boss, what I don't understand is that you clearly know the location of this house is not good, and you can't sell it at all, plus the cost of maintaining the house is too high, I don't understand, why do you insist on buying this house to lose money real estate.”

  Yang Yong nodded while listening, and after eating the steak in his mouth and drinking a glass of wine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile. "Then I ask you a few questions and you answer me, and you should know why I bought this property? What was the original owner of the first property?"

  Smith scratched his head in confusion and said. "Didn't that bald broker just say that the original owner of this property is a very famous liquor supplier in Chicago, and he made fake liquor!"

  Yang Yong nodded and asked again with a smile. "How old is this house?"

  Smith laughed and said, "The boss didn't drink much, so why are you drunk! This house was built in 1884, so the old and renovated style is also a product of that era."

  Yang Yong nodded with satisfaction and asked this question again is the key. "Then have you noticed? Why does the basement of the house not match the floor area of ​​the ground floor?"

Smith was stunned for a moment, and then fell into deep thought. He carefully recalled that Yang Yong's question was right. The floor area on the ground floor was the size of two tennis courts, so why is the basement only half the area of ​​the ground floor? Where did the half go.

The most suspicious part of   , if it wasn't for Yang Yongming's point, Smith would not have noticed this detail at all. After thinking about it, Smith became more afraid and excited, so he asked Yang Yong excitedly.

   "Boss, you said that there was something wrong with the basement, so it was enough to buy it. This house knows that it is losing money, right?"

  Yang Yong laughed loudly, drank the wine in his hand and nodded.

   "When you think about these three questions together, you can see why I spent so much money to buy a worthless property, even a property that I knew I would lose money to buy. The problem is in the basement."

"Because the basement has lost half the floor area, where did it go? It's not the mezzanine formed by the basement that hides the other half below, and then thinks that the first owner of this house is a wine supplier, then think about it. get something."

   After he finished speaking, he winked at Smith, but he didn't know what to say. The old **** was sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, leisurely lighting a cigar, and taking two sips, watching Smith pondering, but he didn't give any hints.

Although   Smith has developed limbs, his mind is definitely not simple. He is just too lazy to move. After Yang Yong's instructions, Smith remembered the key points of all the problems and asked in a low voice with a face of surprise.

"The boss won't be the hidden other half of the basement. There will be a hundred-year-old wine cellar, right? That is to say, this hundred-year-old wine cellar has stored all kinds of famous wines for hundreds of years, right? Haha, I Know why you're buying so many properties? It's because the other half of the basement is hidden."

   At this time, Yang Yong nodded and gave a thumbs up and said with a smile.

"Yes, my brain is enlightened. Several key nodes have been pointed out. It is not surprising to be able to figure out the joints. That's right, I bought this place because of the hidden half of the basement. I knew that I would lose money. real estate.”

"Besides, where can I lose $150,000! Maybe after a few years of good security, I will level the house and build a high-end apartment building from the original site, which can still be rented out for rent. Back then, the property wasn’t a $150,000 buy.”

  Smith followed Yang Yong on treasure hunts not once or twice, but every treasure hunt activity made Smith’s blood boil.

   The harvest of every treasure hunt is similar to that of robbing a bank, which is huge profit! This time it happened again, how could Smith not be excited.

   Three mouthfuls ate the steak on their plate, and then finished the wine in their hands, excitedly said to Yang Yong.

"Boss, let's act quickly! If we delay any longer, I'm afraid that the strong wind in Chicago will blow down the walls of the house, and then you will lose a lot of money in the basement, so let's do it now. Act! I can't wait hahaha."

   After finishing speaking, he started gearing up to lure Yang Yong to act quickly, but Yang Yong, who had seen countless winds and waves, was not so excited once in history, but very calmly knocked on the dining table in his hand and said with a smile.

"Even if you know that there is security on the other side of the basement, you will have to wait until there are enough people before you can explore it! You and I, one with incomplete limbs, and one half-crippled, how could it be possible to dig the stone wall! So you have to wait. Wait until Adam and the others come back."

After speaking, he cut half a broccoli with a knife and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then drank a small sip of wine, which made the impatient Smith anxious. He sat across from the dining table and scratched his ears. Can't calm down.

   But Yang Yong doesn't care! Yang Yong wanted to sharpen Smith's impetuous personality. He couldn't make himself upset when he encountered a small incident. This is not the quality that a person who does big things should have.

Smith is always by his side, and if he doesn't grind his temper, he won't make trouble sooner or later. Although judging from the scale of his assets, he can settle any trouble Smith has caused, but Yang Yong doesn't want Smith to be cultivated by himself. A trash who only knows how to cause disaster.

   Grind, grind well, when did you smooth your temper? When you encounter a major event, calmly deal with it when you are a teacher. So Yang Yong looked at everything in front of him very calmly, and from time to time he took out a piece of yak meat imported from Tibet, China, and threw it to Kahn, who was dawdling at his feet, and the old-fashioned border collie Roosevelt. .