I Don't Want To Be A Young Master

This was what a house should be like. If one's family had a small population, then having a large area was not practical. As long as it was spacious and bright, it would suffice.    

    

But # 8 was indeed not bad, whether it was in the shape of a house or its position, both were excellent.    

    

Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, and said after thinking, "How much for a draw?"    

    

"The average price is 65,000 for one square meter. The top and bottom levels are slightly cheaper." After saying that, the real estate agent paid attention to Ye Feng's expression.    

    

65000 was a sky-high price. When the young man opened the first batch, it was only 33,000 RMB.    

    

When Guan Hongliang asked for a price of 1.5 billion on the second floor of Nanhua Square, it was only 30,000 square meters on average. And that was a commercial building, so most people wouldn't be willing to pay the price for the second floor as a residential building.    

    

Ye Feng did not feel anything. 65,000 was not expensive at all. Perhaps other people would stop at this price, but in Ye Feng's heart, it was nothing compared to the price of the property in the capital.    

    

Especially since Lou Cheng was still the King of the eighth floor, he definitely wouldn't lose if he bought it.    

    

Thinking like this, Ye Feng looked away. If the place was big, then it would be bigger. If he really didn't like selling it in the future, then he would just use it as a hoard.    

    

"Alright, then take me to the house." Ye Feng said.    

    

The sales lady was stunned for a moment, then revealed a professional smile, "Sir, the standard of a large apartment is 258 square meters."    

    

Ye Feng also laughed, and said lightly: "You're afraid that I can't afford it?"    

    

"I didn't mean that. I meant that if your family doesn't have many people, it wouldn't be worth it to buy such a large house …" Even if she had such thoughts in her mind, the real estate agent couldn't say such words. If she was complained about, the penalty would be a small matter. If she was expelled, it would be a huge loss.    

    

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and interrupted, "Whether I buy it or not, don't tell me that I have to pay a deposit for the house?"    

    

The sales lady looked embarrassed as she hurriedly said, "No, no. Which room did you like? I'll take you to see the room now."    

    

"Let me take a look at the high and middle class rooms. There's no need for the ones on the bottom floor and top floor." Ye Feng said.    

    

"Please wait a moment, I'll go get the key." Even though the real estate agent said this, she held back a sigh in her heart.    

    

If you don't buy it when you see it later, let's see how this old lady will mock you!    

    

When the real estate agent took the key, both of them had just left the house when Ye Feng saw him shiver.    

    

Having an air conditioner in the sales center didn't make her feel good. After being blown away by the cold wind, the sales lady's professional suit wasn't warm at all.    

    

Even though she had almost scolded Ye Feng to death in her heart, the sales lady still had a stiff smile on her face.    

    

Reaching Building 8, the sales lady said: "Sir, the upper echelons of the middle class are currently only empty. Let's go to Floor 18 first?"    

    

Ye Feng shook his head, "I don't want to go to the 18th floor, I'll take a look at the 22nd"    

    

Tianhai had a taboo against the number eighteen. The old people generally didn't want to live on the eighteenth floor, believing it to be related to the eighteen levels of hell.    

    

Although Ye Feng did not care about this, but the unlucky numbers could still be avoided as much as possible, not without a choice.    

    

The sales lady did not say much and just led Ye Feng to the 22nd floor.    

    

Opening the door, Ye Feng looked around.    

    

Building 8 was indeed worthy of being called a Lou Wang. In Ye Feng's opinion, the house was indeed very good.    

    

North and South are transparent, light and ventilation are very good, the master bedroom and bathroom kitchen all have windows, bright light.    

    

The master bedroom has its own bathroom and cloakroom, and the house is of moderate height, without any feeling of grievance.    

    

What made Ye Feng even more satisfied was that he could see Guanghu Park from the french window. That touch of green was the most touching, since he was busy in the bustling city during the day and didn't want to see those dull office buildings after he got home.    

    

Ye Feng was satisfied in his heart, so he asked, "What is the area of the stall?"    

    

The sales lady said, "44 square meters, the upper echelons of two households, the youth's home area is definitely the lowest in the city."    

    

This was true. Generally, for a large family of 258 square meters or more, it was normal for the area of their stall to exceed 60 square meters.    

    

There was nothing to criticize about it. Plus, the quality of the second generation youth's house was not bad, so Ye Feng said: "Okay, let's go back."    

    

"You don't want to watch the 26th level?"    

    

Ye Feng shook his head. The main floor only had 29 floors, while the 26th floor was a bit too high.    

    

The sales lady couldn't wait for Ye Feng to stop looking. Looking at his attitude, she could tell that he was not a person who bought a house. Who would leave just by looking at a house?    

    

Returning to the sales center, the sales lady asked with a faint smile, "Sir, did you take a fancy to the house?"    

    

Ye Feng glanced at her, and frowned, "You want me to switch?"    

    

The real estate agent's face stiffened, she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.    

    

Ye Feng snorted and said unhappily, "The customer is God, don't you understand? From the time I entered until now, you haven't even poured yourself a cup of water.    

    

The professional smile on the sales lady's face had disappeared, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.    

    

"Sir, I'm sorry!"    

    

Ye Feng's voice was not soft, and a middle-aged woman immediately walked over.    

    

The middle-aged woman apologized to Ye Feng, and then she fiercely glared at the sales lady, turned around and smiled at Ye Feng, "Sorry, Little Yi is a newcomer, you are acting a bit sloppy right now."    

    

Then he looked towards the sales lady and shouted, "Hurry up and pour the tea, why are you standing there like a fool!"    

    

Only then did the real estate agent feel relieved and quickly ran to get the water.    

    

The middle-aged woman saw the situation and introduced herself, "My surname is Tang. I am the manager of the sales office. May I have your name, sir?"    

    

"My surname is Ye." Ye Feng said lightly.    

    

"Hello, Mr. Ye. It was Xiao Budian who led you to the room just now, right? If you're not satisfied, then I can service you for the rest of the journey." Manager Tang was very humble.    

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Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "No need, I have a good view of the house, I want the one I just saw."    

    

Manager Tang stared blankly for a moment before immediately reacting: "You mean Building 8's?"    

    

Ye Feng nodded.    

    

A strange look flashed in Manager Tang's eyes as he said to the sales lady: "Little Yu, which room did Mr. Ye just look at?"    

    

"Building 8 2201." Xiao Yu hurriedly replied.    

    

After speaking, she glanced at Ye Feng, feeling disbelief in her eyes.    

    

"Mr. Ye, then are you going to pay in full or loan?"    

    

Ye Feng did not answer, but asked, "First, help me calculate how much it would cost."    

    

Seeing that, Manager Tang didn't ask. He picked up the calculator and calculated for a moment, then said: "Mr. Ye, the total price is 16.77 million. The maintenance fund is two points and the contract tax is four points. "    

    

Ye Feng frowned and asked, "What's the discount on paying in full?"    

    

"The two points of the maintenance fund can be returned." Manager Tang saw that Ye Feng was still not satisfied, so he added: "Of course, we still have a discount at the end of the year. If Mr. Ye pays the tax before the end of the year, then the contract tax can also be refunded."    

    

Now, it was cheaper by 6 points, a decrease of almost 1 million.    

    

Ye Feng thought for a moment and said: "Then that's it."    

    

Manager Tang and Little Yu were stunned.    

    

[What the hell is going on?]    

    

This was something worth over ten million yuan. It wasn't like buying vegetables in a market where you could just buy anything you wanted.    

    

Ye Feng saw that they were in a daze, and said unhappily: "Don't you understand what I mean? I said I wanted it. "