There are many people paying attention to selling houses today.
The man from the palace did not show up, but someone must be keeping an eye on him.
After all, it was the imperial court that paid for it. If things are not done beautifully, you will definitely be held accountable.
Bai Song never relaxed at home, and all activities were well arranged, so he was very confident when he came today.
Bai Song's original plan was to digest this batch of houses internally.
They all provide for their own people. What seems to be a hot and fair scene in front of them is actually all designed.
In the end, there is actually an internal list of who can buy a house.
The main reason for doing this today is to pave the way for future houses, and to let the people of Chang'an know that the recently built community houses have to be snatched up before they can be purchased.
The event went smoothly.
Zhang Yuhan was a little moved when he saw this scene.
This is the place that I witnessed with my own eyes during my last flower boat trip, and it carries some of Zhang Yuhan’s memories.
Zhang Yuhan thought for a while and asked Bai Song: "Mr. Bai, if there are still free houses here... Yuhan would be willing to buy one."
"Ms. Zhang is also interested in this?"
Zhang Yuhan nodded.
Bai Song waved and motioned for Zhang Yuhan to follow him.
Bai Song took Zhang Yuhan to the sales office. Zhang Yuhan suddenly whispered from behind: "Mr. Bai, don't let my father know about this house."
Bai Song was a little strange, and wondered why?
But after thinking about it, he hid his doubts in his heart and nodded.
Most of the people who actually paid at the sales office were bank clerks and some officials from the Ministry of Industry.
Qing'er is carefully checking the information accounts and so on.
When Bai Song arrived, Qing'er hurriedly stood up and looked at the crowd around her without showing any emotion.
"Look, is there any left?"
"Except for those that have been paid and some of the candidates have been confirmed, there are still three sets left."
"Choose one set and write Ms. Zhang's name on it."
Bai Song pointed at Zhang Yuhan behind him.
Qing'er looked at it, then at Bai Sui, and filled in Zhang Yuhan's name in the building under her own name.
From now on, if we become neighbors with this Zhang Yuhan, then we will know what kind of relationship this woman has with her husband.
Bai Song had no idea of Qing'er's little thoughts.
Seeing that Zhang Yuhan had filled in his name, he stepped forward and took out his small purse: "How much does it cost?"
Bai Song waved his hand magnanimously: "No need for money, it will be deducted from the bank's account."
"How...how can this be done?"
Zhang Yuhan was a little surprised and a little embarrassed.
"It's only a few dozen taels of silver, I can still afford it."
"No, no, no..." Zhang Yuhan shook his head repeatedly.
"Okay, don't be polite to me. I still owe the girl a favor that I haven't repaid."
Seeing Bai Song being so persistent, Zhang Yuhan couldn't hold on any longer and thanked him again and again.
I felt very happy.
After two months of settling down, Zhang Yuhan's feelings for Bai Song have calmed down a lot, but this does not mean that he doesn't like her, but that he has hidden his love even deeper.
A house is not a token of love, but it is a little kindness from the man you like, which proves that the other person still regards you as a friend, which is very useful.
Qing'er became more and more suspicious and looked at the two people carefully and looked at the booklet in front of her.
Xin said that it was a good idea to put her next door to him so that he could keep an eye on her from now on.
I don't care if my husband is playing with women outside, but someone must control the extent of my husband's playfulness.
If there is no limit, I don’t know how many people I will marry in the future.
Zhang Yuhan's name had just been determined here, and some people appeared in the sales center, immediately attracting the attention of everyone.
The sales office suddenly became quite quiet.
Bai Song was also curious and looked back at the door.
A Japanese woman walked in accompanied by several Japanese warriors.
Among the few warriors, there was a woman who caught Bai Song's attention.
It’s Kumi Fukada…
Jiumei saw Bai Song, glanced at Bai Song, and then returned to seriousness.
She followed the leading woman and came step by step.
The woman was wearing a standard Tang-style palace dress, and her behavior was light and elegant.
The reason why I identified her as a Japanese woman at a glance was that her face was full of white powder, and her eyebrows were shaved off and replaced with two eyebrows on her forehead.
Standard Japanese classical women's clothing is also very strange in the Tang Dynasty.
Bai Song didn't know when Japan regarded such makeup as beautiful. Anyway, Bai Song himself couldn't appreciate it.
It's like a big cake stuck to your face, no matter how beautiful it is, it's blocked. It doesn't have any sense of beauty. Instead, it feels a bit eerie.
The people of the Tang Dynasty had never seen such a costume before, and they did not dare to speak.
Because those Japanese warriors are not easy to mess with at first glance.
The other party held a number in his hand, but he didn't know where he got it from.
The woman passed by Bai Song and came to Qing'er. She took out her number, took out a box of silver and put it on the table. She said in fluent Chinese: "You don't have to look for the money to buy a new house."
"Name." Qing'er asked calmly.
The woman looked back at Kumi who was following her and replied: "Fukada Kumi."
In a simple sentence, the woman turned around and left with her person.
A saleswoman took them to see where the house they had just bought was.
As soon as a few Japanese people left, the sales office suddenly became lively.
"What's going on? Japanese people are also buying houses here?"
"So what do Japanese women look like? What are their origins?"
"Who knows? It's like a ghost."
"I heard that Japanese people have good taste. Even Japanese people come here to buy houses, which shows that the houses here are really good."
There are various voices of discussion.
Bai Song looked back at Qing'er and asked, "Did you arrange it?"
Qing'er shook her head.
"What kind of wind brings the Japanese here?"
"A lot of Japanese people have entered Chang'an recently. It seems that it is only a matter of time before the Tang Dynasty and Japan trade." Qing'er explained.
Before that, Bai Song was busy with his own affairs and didn't care what the Japanese were doing in Chang'an.
The Bai Song Dynasty did not like the Japanese, but in this era, the Japanese could not threaten the Tang Dynasty, so the Bai Song Dynasty did not care.
As long as those Japanese people don't come to provoke us, everyone will be able to live in peace.
Just as she was thinking about it, Qing'er added: "It's not surprising that Japanese people come to buy a house here. I heard that the people in Chang'an don't like them, but Japanese people obviously need to live in Chang'an for a long time to do business, so it is difficult for them to buy a house.
Ordinary farmers will not deal with them, but we do not have similar problems here."
"So, our houses are in urgent need of Japanese people..." Bai Song thought for a moment, "Why are these outsiders waiting if they don't make money?"
Bai Song was inspired and asked Qing'er to take out the map of Chang'an City. He wanted to select an area and build a Japanese community. The design inside would be according to the Japanese style in his memory. He would first increase the house prices and give it to
The Hefeng residential area is a little taller, and the premium is three to five times.
Give these Japanese people a hard blow.
[The author has something to say]
I burned my hand yesterday. I have been writing by voice for the past two days. I am not used to it, so the update is a little slow. Please forgive me.
