Rebirth of the Super Prince

Update time:2012-09-22

In the dilapidated farmhouse, a trembling old man in his sixties would pound a pot of rice bran before dawn, then lean on a cane to feed chickens and ducks in the yard. After that, he would bring out a bench and sit on it.

Watching the chickens and ducks jumping around in the yard. This seems to have become a habit of the old man in his sixties. Sometimes, he will look at the tall buildings not far away with cloudy eyes, and occasionally mutter a few words in boring farm dialect.

He cursed a few words, but more often than not, he had a grimace and a lit cigarette in his mouth.

This is Wangjia Village. Most of the villagers living there are surnamed Wang. This village seems to have existed in the late Qing Dynasty. It is said that tunnels were dug and Japanese were beaten. Originally, a village with such a long history should be rich and prosperous, but in fact, it is

With each passing year, many young people are moving away from the village one after another. Those who are left behind are all old people who have feelings for the village. It cannot be said that the people who moved away have forgotten their roots. Since a modern airport was built, it will

From time to time there is a harsh roar, which not only disturbs people's rest, but also makes them distracted and unintentional to work.

Originally, this was bearable. After all, the sound from the plane was regular, and at least it would not disturb the villagers' normal schedule in the middle of the night. However, due to the exhaust gas, the heat was too great, causing the fruit trees planted nearby to

Production has been reduced every year, and the village chief has negotiated with the relevant airport departments more than once for this matter, but all he received was perfunctory.

This also forced many young people to leave their hometowns and go south to work. The originally harmonious village gradually lost its population and lost the bustle of people coming and going in the past.

"Uncle Wang!"

"Hey, Dongzi, are you bringing food to your wife again?"

A native farmer, carrying a bag and riding a bicycle, passed by the yard of an old man in his 60s and shouted enthusiastically.

"Yes, Uncle Wang, I will go to deliver food to my wife first, and when I come back, I will pick up two loads of water for you." Dongzi said with a smile while riding his bicycle.

Uncle Wang suddenly stood up and waved his hands tremblingly: "Dongzi, come back and tell you something."

"okay."

Dongzi quickly leaned to the side of the road, put the bicycle away, then pushed open the courtyard door and helped Uncle Wang sit down: "Uncle Wang, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. Just now, Lao Meng came over and said that a man came from the village and said he was reclaiming land. Can you go and take a look? See if the path is correct. My legs and feet are not convenient. Come back and talk to me."

"Reclaim the land? Okay, Uncle Wang, don't worry, I'll go take a look right away."

Dongzi carefully helped Uncle Wang back to his room, then pushed the bicycle, and ran towards Lao Meng's house without even bothering to deliver food to his wife. Lao Meng's name is Meng Deliang, and he is the head of this village. In the late 1980s,

Rural areas must also obey the state's reforms, and the town must follow whoever is appointed as village chief. Therefore, Meng Deliang became the first village chief of Wangjia Village with a foreign surname.

Fortunately, Meng Deliang was conscientious and dedicated to the development of Wangjiacun. However, as Beiyong Airport was built nearby, Wangjiacun, which had just improved, began to go downhill. After several years of continuous reduction in orchard production, Meng Deliang had no choice but to

Mobilize the villagers of Wangjiacun to sell their land, otherwise at least half of the dozens of families will be unable to get rid of the problem if such a large piece of land remains idle all year round.

"Dongzi, are you here too?"

Outside the village chief's office, there were many people watching the excitement. Dongzi glanced at the taxi parked outside. There was also a rather reserved middle-aged man, who seemed to be the taxi driver, so he stopped looking at it: "

Azhen, what’s going on? Is there a big boss coming to our village to buy land?”

"Big boss? Hey, I still hope so, but he's just a big kid, asking the villagers about this place. Lao Meng is also confused. Even I can see that the kid has no money, so why not

He kept offering water and fruits. In my opinion, he must have come to the village to trick her into eating and drinking, and there is probably no chance of it." Before the little girl named Azhen could say anything, an old man carrying a hoe next to her burst into laughter.

"Brother Dong, Uncle Wang is right. Judging from his age, he is not much older than me."

The little girl timidly glanced at the bag on Dongzi's shoulder and said, "Brother Dong, didn't you bring food to your sister-in-law?"

"Hey, I forgot. I just passed by the entrance of the village and heard Uncle Wang talking about things here. In a hurry, I forgot about delivering food to your sister-in-law." Dongzi said with a simple smile.

"Let's do this, Brother Dong, you stay here and I will deliver food to my sister-in-law."

"okay."

Dongzi hurriedly took off his bag and handed it to the little girl along with the car keys. Seeing that the little girl left timidly, Dongzi plucked up the courage and walked to the driver, who was smoking and looking cautious, and said: "Master,

I heard that the little brother who came with you came to our village to collect land?"

The driver quickly took out a cigarette and handed it to Dongzi. Dongzi waved his hand and said no, but still took the cigarette and put it behind his ear.

The driver took a deep breath and puffed out his eyes: "Actually, this guy is quite interesting. Not long after we got on the bus, he asked me about the land. Then he asked me to send him to the village, but I didn't expect that he was here to collect the land.

.As for the others, I don’t know, but he was very generous. He originally planned to give me 300 yuan for car payment and help wash the car, but I didn’t ask for more and only received 200 yuan.”

When Dongzi heard this, he didn't think much, he just stared at the figure in the village chief's office, thoughtfully.

"Brother, are you really interested in the land in our village? Although I, Lao Meng, am only the village chief, I also understand the market. Every acre of land is not cheap."

Meng Deliang sat on a chair and looked at Ye Jun in front of him with a smile. He was quite excited when he heard that someone was coming to the village to reclaim land at first, but when he saw that he was just a student still wearing a school uniform, his interest was reduced by half. But after listening to Ye Jun

Jun talked one thing after another, unlike a simple student who just entertained people. Since there was nothing to do in the village on weekdays, he, the village chief, had almost become a decoration, so he chatted with Ye Jun about home affairs.

However, the more they talked, the more frightened they became. Meng Deliang was also an educated person. After all, he was also a party member who graduated from the party school. He heard Ye Jun talk about a lot of jokes about buying and selling land, many of which even he had to go through.

It took some careful consideration before I dared to answer the call. I suddenly lost my initial contempt and became more cautious.

"Uncle Meng, I have a way to deal with money. You might as well trust me first. There's no risk anyway. Even if I cheat you, I can't cheat you out of this place, right? When it's written in black and white, I'll definitely pay the money with one hand.

, hand over to the land, don’t be afraid, I will ask the relevant departments to conduct liquidation and verification before completing the handover."

How could Ye Jun not know what Meng Deliang was thinking, but before he came here, he had already thought of a way. Now he really didn't have any money, but he had a God of Wealth. Ye Jun was worried about how to tie up the God of Wealth with benefits, but he didn't expect that fortune would turn around so soon.

"Brother, forgive me for asking, what is the use of buying this land?"

Of course, Ye Jun would not tell Meng Deliang that in half a year, the price of these hundreds of acres of land would at least quadruple. He said with a smile: "If you can't farm it, you can build a house. It's close to the airport. If you can build a hotel, that would be good too."

Meng Deliang took a breath. This was a big deal. He couldn't help but glance at Ye Jun suspiciously. He obviously didn't think Ye Jun had the courage to say this. However, he didn't intend to say it bluntly. Quan was bragging and said: "Then

Brother, how many acres of land do you plan to buy?"

"Uncle Meng, you might as well reveal the price first. If it's too high, buy less. If it's too low, buy more. I only have so little money on hand, so I can't buy much."

Ye Jun made a haha, and Meng Deliang also felt bad. If Ye Jun kept asking for as much as he had, it would only make him close the door and thank guests: "In this case, I have discussed with the villagers in the village, the half near the airport,

The price is 3,000 acres. As for the other half close to the village, it has to be sold for 4,000 acres. I also asked someone to measure it, and there are more than 500 acres in total. Brother, how many acres can you want?"

Meng Deliang had just made a quotation, and Ye Jun figured it out. If he got all 500 acres of land, it would cost at least 1.7 million. However, Ye Jun believed that there was still room for negotiation at this price. He believed that as long as he cut it off, he would be able to rely on these villagers.

If you are eager to sell, you can at least cut out 400,000 yuan of space!

Of course, in the last life, Ye Jun vaguely remembered that Ye Yangsheng mentioned that the negotiation between the government and the villagers had been stuck at 10,000 yuan per mu of land. In other words, even if the land could not be sold for such a sky-high price of 10,000 yuan by then, it would be at least 8,000 yuan.

Nine thousand, it is not difficult. Thinking of this, Ye Jun was ecstatic and waved his hand, it was a huge profit that doubled several times. No wonder those who engaged in land trading in the 1990s have become extremely rich after the millennium, and even

There are also a few people who have become nationally famous real estate tycoons.

"Uncle Meng, I sincerely want to buy this land, so please believe me once, and we will open the sky and make a clear statement. I want all 500 acres of land, but the price must be suppressed."

Ye Jun smiled and took out a business card, which clearly said Chairman of Huayang Group, and Dong Suning, these dazzling words: "This is my mother, you can think that I have no money, but I do have the qualifications to buy land.

Uncle Meng, I believe there is only a 30% chance of completing this deal, will you seize it?"

Meng Deliang carefully took the business card. Although he still had some doubts about Ye Jun's identity, the card looked authentic and worthy of trust: "Okay, I, Lao Meng, will make an exception today. I believe that for once, young people today will go to

I'll give you a price for your courage."

"1.3 million."

"No! According to the price I negotiated with the villagers, it will cost more than 1.8 million." Meng Deliang shook his head and refused without thinking.

"Uncle Meng, this is just the price you want. Is anyone willing to buy it?"

"this…"

Ye Jun subconsciously mentioned the aggressiveness of the business war in the previous life. Meng Deliang couldn't help but was stunned, and his face began to become uncertain. After all, this price was completely negotiated by the people in the village, and there was naturally a lot of water in it.

At least no one will feel that their land is worthless. After a long while, Meng Deliang seemed to have gone through a battle between heaven and man, and solemnly said: "I will discuss it with the villagers in the evening, it may take some time."

"Okay, Uncle Meng, I hope I'll come back in a few days and we can discuss the sale and delivery."

After Ye Jun finished speaking, he exchanged a few polite words with Meng Deliang, ignored Meng Deliang's pleas to stay, and got into the taxi under the watchful eyes of many villagers.

When the taxi drove out of Wangjiacun, the driver breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile: "Brother, I was so nervous just now. By the way, where are we going now?"

"Go back, master. Please send me back to Jiangling No. 1 Middle School."

Ye Jun looked at his watch with a smile on his face. He didn't expect that this trip would go so smoothly. With the right time and place, the only thing he had to do was to figure out how to get the people and people. In other words, he had to think about it.

A way to drag the God of Wealth into the water.