Make Money with Bold Strokes

Make Money with Bold Strokes

Business came with risks. In other words, there was no such thing as a guaranteed profit in this world.

But Jiang Qin had been reborn.

He already knew the outcomes of many things that had yet to happen, so making sure he profited without loss was hardly difficult.

Especially now that he had Feng Nanshu's financial backing, Jiang Qin decided to make some money in a big way.

The old district redevelopment in Jizhou City was about to begin. It covered a vast area, and the compensation would be prompt and generous, so buying homes slated for demolition naturally became Jiang Qin's first target.

Recently, he had been taking Guo Zihang through streets and alleys, posting notices in every residential area due for demolition or renovation.

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Fanhua Neighborhood, Rongcheng, Xingfu Community, Hongyun Community—these residential areas were all famously old and rundown. Countless residents were sick of the place and wanted to move, while those looking to sell were even more numerous.

They did not know the area was about to be demolished, so the moment they heard someone was offering high prices for homes, they immediately called Jiang Qin.

Of course, Jiang Qin could not buy every building.

The old district redevelopment was an official project and one under strict confidentiality. If someone suddenly began buying up homes in demolition-bound neighborhoods in bulk just before the official notice was issued, what would that mean? Jiang Qin might not even get his compensation before his entire family history was investigated.

So no matter which old, rundown community it was, he would only ever buy one home.

People could be greedy, but before being greedy, they had to consider whether they could actually swallow what they wanted.

Naturally, selecting sellers also required some know-how.

Homes that were still occupied were out.

Homes with elderly family members were out.

Homes belonging to families in financial hardship were out.

So what made the best target? Families with money who could not stand living in old, rundown places, who had moved away long ago and left the house vacant.

Those properties changed hands more cleanly, without endless delays.

If someone completed the transfer but refused to leave, wanting to stay a while longer, and dragged things out until the official notice came down and they learned their home was about to be demolished, wouldn't they come pounding on his door and raise hell?

Jiang Qin was, at present, nothing more than an ordinary high school graduate. He would definitely have trouble dealing with something like that.

That was why he had been carefully selecting sellers lately. It took him two days to settle on his acquisition targets.

Mr. Xu from Fanhua Neighborhood, Mr. Liu from Rongcheng, Mr. Bai from Xingfu Community, and Mr. Wang from Hongyun Community.

These four shared one trait: they had all moved their families to other provinces and had not returned in years. Since the homes were shabby and old, they had never managed to sell them, so they had sat vacant for many years, and their owners were eager to get rid of them.

In mid-June, the blazing sun beat down.

Jiang Qin and Mr. Bai from Xingfu Community sat in a noodle shop, with a set of transfer documents and a purchase contract laid out before each of them.

Guo Zihang had come with Jiang Qin. He sat beside him somewhat stiffly, timid as a three-hundred-pound chubby kid.

"Uncle Bai, we agreed on 630,000. I've already transferred the money."

"Ah? All right."

Mr. Bai stared at Jiang Qin's face, finding the whole thing a little unreal. "I saw your ID at the property bureau earlier. You're only eighteen?"

Jiang Qin did not care about this kind of age discrimination. He grinned. "Mr. Lu Xun once said, a house need not be old to have value."

"But why are you buying this kind of home?"

"My dad likes old houses like this. He thinks they have character."

Mr. Bai nodded thoughtfully. This must be a wealthy family. They treat money like nothing and happen to have some unusual tastes. In any case, as long as the house was sold, that was enough. He had settled in another province for so many years that he no longer felt any attachment to this place. Once he left this time, he probably would never return.

Mr. Bai packed the contract into his bag and said he had a train to catch that afternoon, then hurried away.

Only then did Guo Zihang lift his head. He looked at Jiang Qin solemnly, tense from head to toe.

A high school graduate had spent more than 600,000 on a house. Old and rundown or not, that was enough to make Guo Zihang's jaw drop.

He was still studying how to make his QQ Zone more colorful and flashy, while his classmate was already going around viewing and buying homes.

Who the hell could accept that?

The key was that Jiang Qin really had balls. Guo Zihang felt that even if he had more than 600,000 in his hands, he would not dare spend it. That amount was simply too scalding for people their age.

"You really bought a house? That was more than 600,000!"

Jiang Qin pushed the cup of water before him forward. "Fine, I'll come clean. No more pretending. I'm a fucking millionaire."

Guo Zihang swallowed. "I've never even been to a foot massage parlor..."

"Then once the admission notices come out, I'll find time to take you there for an educational visit."

"Thank you, Godfather!"

Jiang Qin grinned. Lao Guo, not bad. You really found a wider road for yourself.

Besides, wasn't this way better than dating?

You saved three months' salary to give a necklace to the goddess, and all she did was coldly say thank you before tossing the complimentary flowers into the trash when you were not looking.

Now look at your brothers, friends, and roommates. Give them the tiniest favor, and they would howl "Godfather" at the top of their lungs.

"By the way, Jiang Ge, our class has a gathering this afternoon. Are you going?"

Jiang Qin snapped back to himself, his expression faintly blank. "It's not a holiday or anything. What are they gathering for now?"

Guo Zihang pondered for a moment. "The results are coming out soon, right? If we don't gather now, then once the results are out, the people who did terribly probably won't be in the mood."

"You guys go if you want. I'm not going. I have something to do this afternoon. Eat and drink well."

"But Chu Siqi will be there too!"

Jiang Qin put an arm around his shoulders and fixed him with a sharp stare. "Why do you always like bringing up the three characters 'Chu Siqi' in front of me?"

Guo Zihang shrank his neck. "Don't you like her? I thought you wanted to see her."

"If I wanted to see her, would I have turned around and left on Central Street that day?"

"Wasn't that playing hard to get? And you know what, it really worked. She even cried. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the one who dumped her."

Jiang Qin could not be bothered explaining. He took out some money and handed it to the Boss. "I recently met a girl and promised to take her out. Forget the gathering."

Guo Zihang stared at his best friend in shock. "What girl? Do I know her?"

"I don't know."

"Then where are you going? If you're going to a foot massage parlor, I'll come with you. At the gathering, all you do is listen to the good students brag. I don't even want to go."

Jiang Qin felt that Guo Zihang's brain might be no bigger than a peanut. "You've seen people take animals to the zoo. Have you ever seen someone take a girl to a foot massage parlor?"

Guo Zihang froze. "Is there anywhere else in Jizhou worth making a special trip to?"

"She wants to visit the small commodities market in City Within a City."

"That place is full of small vendors, and everything they sell is knockoffs. What's fun about it?"

"She's never been there before. She's curious."

Guo Zihang found it unbelievable. "She's never even been to a place like that? How poor is her family?"

Jiang Qin could not help glancing at him. "Why the fuck do you have so many questions? Aren't you going to the gathering?"

"I'm going..."