While Chang Xian unloaded the three-wheeler from the Daifa, he was thinking about the Jinmen real estate information he had inquired about in the past two days.

Tianjin has always been conservative. Due to income limitations and the low degree of marketization of real estate in Tianjin, many citizens were still holding money and waiting to see what happened. However, they never expected that what awaited them would be a sharp increase in prices.

Since the development of commercial housing in Tianjin in the early 1990s, housing prices have been tepid.

Before 2003, housing prices in Tianjin could be described as sluggish, with very little transaction volume.

In the past ten years, housing prices in Tianjin have always hovered between 1,000 and 2,000 yuan.

Before the first half of 2003, the average price of commercial housing in Tianjin remained between 1,000 and 2,000 yuan/square meter.

Since the second half of 2003, housing prices in Tianjin have suddenly started to skyrocket and have been soaring.

By 2004, 2,000-3,000 was only the basic price for a mid-range house, and high-end residential buildings in good locations were already priced at 5,000.

Developers from other places are also coming in droves. Currently, the Tianjin land market is on the rise, with an increase of 18.1% in the first quarter and 21.6% in the second quarter.

The rise in housing prices has become unstoppable. Houses no longer seem to be "luxury goods" but have become "daily necessities". For a time, more people bought houses than cabbages...

It seems that we need to seize the time and solve the problem of the house!

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Chang Xian touched his pocket, shook his head, turned on the speaker, exhaled from his Dantian, and let out the depression in his heart, feeling instantly refreshed.

"Collecting old furniture, old porcelain, jade seals, bamboo, wood and bronze wares, the four treasures of the study!"

He covered the shadow of the copper coin with no target for the time being, so he leisurely walked along the road. When he saw a relatively shady tree-lined avenue, he turned around and walked in. After a while, he saw a facade with a very retro style.

The four big characters written above are - Yangcun No. 1 Middle School.

"Hey! Yangcun No. 1 Middle School turns out to be here..."

This school is a famous school in Tianjin. It was known as the "Little Pagoda" in Hebei Province back then, and now it is ranked among the top high schools in Tianjin.

But Chang Xian knew about this school mainly because he was a tutor for a student here when he was in college.

It is said that this place is nearly 40 kilometers away from Nankai University. At that time, the parents were surprised to have a car to pick up and drop off the whole trip. This feeling of experiencing Xiao Ma's "ordinary family" up close still makes Chang Xian happy to this day.

Classes had already begun at this time, and the door was closed, making this garden-style school look particularly quiet.

"Um?"

Chang Xian didn't have any bad taste. He was about to step off the board when a point suddenly appeared in his spiritual sense. He turned around and saw an ageless man sitting at the door wearing work clothes and holding a folding fan in his hand.

He closed his eyes slightly and hummed in his mouth. Although it didn't make a tune, it was the orthodox Xipi Erhuang.

Chang Xian stopped far away, and his eyes fell on the man's folding fan with interest. Regardless of whether it was this year or before, serious folding fans were not for ordinary people to play with.

He narrowed his eyes and opened a pack of cigarettes.

"Brother, morning!"

The man closed his fan and looked at him suspiciously, "Man, what are you doing?

Chang Xianxian waved his horn and said, "I just collect old stuff. I want to ask you something?"

The man looked at Miwa and his upright look, took the cigarette and lit it, and said, "Ask me, I've been here for thirty years."

"Those days are not short, how expensive are you this year?"

"If I have another three to five years, it's time to retire."

"Hey, your body looks great! Your accent sounds a bit like a Beijing movie!"

"I have never stayed in the capital."

The man was at leisure, and he was happy to have someone to chat with him, "But I went to the countryside and went to the Great Northern Wilderness. People there freeze to death in the winter, and the cats roasting themselves in the fire had nothing to do in winter, so they pointed to a few educated youths from the capital in the team and talked about the mountains to relieve their boredom.

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"Those grandsons are really good at talking. There is a family member who even talks about cross talk. I was led astray by them at that time, and my speech became like a Beijing movie. This problem has not been completely changed now."

As soon as the cigarette was smoked and the eggs were pulled, the conversation between the two was finally opened.

"Man, judging from your accent, what does your accent have to do with the capital?"

The man took a sip, with green smoke curling up in his nostrils, and asked happily.

Chang Xian smiled and said: "My ancestors have been living in the capital for eight generations. Grandpa was still an imperial doctor in his generation. He accidentally cured Cixi to death. The whole family was so frightened that they ran for their lives and went directly to the Wudao Concession. Then

There are nine countries in the land, and I can't clean them up."

"Okay! It turns out that this old witch Cixi was put to death by your grandfather. It's an unsolved historical case! You have to have a good talk with me about this!"

When the man heard this, he stopped shaking his fan.

Chang Xian was not in a hurry, lit a cigarette and said, "According to my grandfather, it is said that Cixi has diabetes!"

"Are you kidding me? Your grandfather must be a Chinese medicine doctor, right? Chinese medicine also has a term for diabetes?"

The man laughed and laughed. Jinmen is the birthplace of cross talk. The nature of ridicule is deeply rooted in the genes. There is no distinction between north and south, and people are old and young. As long as they can open their mouths, everyone likes to talk.

"I couldn't figure it out at the time, so I put him to death!"

Chang Xian said seriously.

The man quickly asked: "Then how did you know you were diabetic?"

Chang Xian said: "Later, the royal items from the palace spread to the people. A wealthy businessman bought Cixi's chamber pot. He couldn't figure out whether it was authentic or not. Knowing that my grandfather had seen it, he asked him to authenticate it. My grandfather had it.

You can tell at a glance that it was used by Cixi!"

"It was superstitious at that time, thinking that the things Cixi used had the energy of dragons and phoenixes and could cure diseases. A fool really believed it and stole the chamber pot to make tea. Hey! The tea brewed was actually sweet!"

"When my grandfather heard about this, he sighed with regret. It turns out that Lafayette has diabetes!"

"Pfft!"

The man couldn't help but laugh out loud and said cheerfully: "Men, I'm afraid your grandpa was not an imperial doctor, but a cross talker for Cixi, right? "Hey, don't believe me, this is 100% true."

Chang Xian shook his head and sighed, "These days, everyone likes to listen to lies, and the truth is turned into a lie on the spot. What a world! If this continues, can China not fall behind? We cannot be the sinners of the country's backwardness. That is

We must shoulder historical responsibilities."

"Haha! Interesting! You kid!"

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"哓" means "哓" or "哓" in cross talk. People in Jinmen say that a person is funny because they mean that person is interesting.
Chapter completed!