The Rich Man's Way of Doing Things
If Li Bai hadn't called out in time, his cousin Zhang Rong might have walked toward those multistory residential buildings. His home wasn't there at all.
The three mid-rise buildings, all made up of duplex apartments, stood in the deepest part of Tianhua Jingshe. Surrounded by the multistory residential buildings, they looked even more imposing, like troops arrayed for battle, and they wouldn't block one another's sunlight.
Not long after Li Bai bought them, housing prices rose again. A single duplex apartment was now approaching thirty million yuan. In other words, after buying two, he had gained over ten million yuan in net value.
Unfortunately, housing prices in Huxi City had recently reached their peak. There wouldn't be any major fluctuations over the next three to five years, so trying to speculate in property was basically wishful thinking.
Moreover, duplex apartments approaching thirty million yuan were difficult to sell. There were very few wealthy buyers like that.
"Mid-rise building—how many households share one elevator?"
Li Bai's grandmother, Lin Manfeng, narrowed her eyes and looked upstairs. There were quite a few balconies on each floor, but they seemed irregularly arranged, making it impossible to tell how many households there were.
"One household! One household per elevator. There aren't several households."
Li Bai carried his grandparents' bags and led the way, lest the two elderly people be guided into the multistory residential buildings ahead by his cousin's "mysterious automatic navigation."
The parking space for the Santana 2000 was on the south side of the mid-rise building. They had to walk around to the north side to see the entrance to the building.
"One household per elevator? Cousin, you're joking, right?"
Zhang Rong, carrying a backpack and dragging a large suitcase, could barely walk anymore. Her