Another day passed.
Monday morning, November 27.
In this era, without cell phones, finding someone was truly inconvenient.
Fang Bai went to find the landlord and luckily managed to track him down.
He used the handshake trick with the landlord to get a sense of the man's character.
If the man's character was poor, Fang Bai would not choose his house even if he was willing to sell it cheaply. The chances of him going back on his word afterward were far too high.
Or if the landlord had ties to the underworld or was into gambling, Fang Bai did not want too much contact with people like that. If things went wrong, he might bring trouble upon his family.
Fang Bai treated every step as if he were walking on thin ice, cautious and careful.
Before renting the place, he had already learned something about the landlord. After looking into him further today, he found that the man ran a legitimate business and had no underworld connections. Only then was he at ease.
He learned that the landlord wanted to sell, but no one had offered a suitable price. He would rather buy a plot elsewhere and build a house himself.
The houses had been built exactly four years ago. Each covered seventy square meters and was brick-and-concrete construction, the same structure used for most self-built homes.
Before buying, Fang Bai checked the quality of the houses and felt they were decent enough.
After that, things became much simpler. Fang Bai pointed out the drawbacks of the location, haggled back and forth, and pushed the price down to the other man's lowest acceptable figure.
The two houses came to a total of 48,000 yuan!
After agreeing on the price, they arranged for a lawyer to draft a contract and