"What new projects have you got lately?" Principal Wang asked. Since he couldn't out-talk him, he could only discuss business.
"I do, actually. I'm planning to come back from Korea and talk to your father."
"Seriously? What is it? Talk to me first! I might be able to handle it."
Principal Wang hurriedly added.
Jiang Siming shook his head. "You really can't handle this one."
"What kind of business can I not handle? Aren't you underestimating me?" Principal Wang was understandably dissatisfied.
Jiang Siming answered him, "There's a ten-thousand-square-meter plot of land in Hanoi, Vietnam. I want to develop it into a commercial residential complex. Can you handle that?"
As soon as Jiang Siming said this, Principal Wang was immediately rendered speechless, his expression filled with shock.
"Y-you said there's a ten-thousand-square-meter plot of land in Hanoi, Vietnam? Is that for real?"
Principal Wang found it all rather unbelievable. Land in Vietnam wasn't particularly difficult to acquire, but this plot was ten thousand square meters—and in Hanoi at that.
Hanoi was Vietnam's capital, and property prices there were extremely high.
Vietnam might have a low cost of living. With a thousand yuan, one could live it up there for an entire month.
The average Vietnamese salary was less than three thousand yuan, but housing prices were insanely expensive.
They couldn't compare with Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou in China, but they could probably rival Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Just think about it: an average salary of less than three thousand yuan, while housing prices started at over thirty thousand yuan per square meter.
As a result, many Vietnamese people could never afford a home in the city in their entire lives. Not just in this lifetime—even several lifetimes wouldn't be enough.
Although housing was expensive, buyers were still everywhere.
Jiang Siming had