Back to 80: My Literary Life

The car stopped at the roadside, and the three got out. Zhao Hongjun pointed to the surrounding fields and asked Fang Minghua: "How is this place?"

Fang Minghua looked around and did not answer directly, but asked: "It seems to be close to Hainan University, right?"

"Yes, Hainan University is to the west." Zhao Hongjun said, "This place is called Yawei Creek, located in the southeast of Haidian Island. Renmin Road leads directly to here. I heard that Hainan People's Hospital will set up a branch here."

Fang Minghua nodded after listening.

"It is close to the university, with a strong cultural atmosphere, a hospital, and only a bridge across the river from the commercial district. It is a good place."

"You are right. I got internal information from the Planning Commission and the Construction Bureau. This is one of the key development areas in Haikou. Do you know who bought the land here?" Zhao Hongjun smiled mysteriously.

"Who?"

"Zeng's Real Estate in Hong Kong and the holding company of Kumagai Group in Japan in Hong Kong! This news was leaked to me privately by a director I know during a meal. I didn't know who they were at first, but later I checked the information and found out! They are all big sharks in Hong Kong! These people have sharp eyes. They have bought land here one after another. How bad can this place be?"

After saying that, Zhao Hongjun blew a smoke ring proudly.

Fang Minghua laughed and said, "Hongjun, if you don't do real estate, you are simply burying your talent!"

"Hehe. It's nothing."

"Tell me your specific ideas." Fang Minghua continued.

"From what our group can mobilize and the mortgage of the Xijing building, a total of about 64 million funds were raised. The average land price here is about 450,000 per mu. I plan to buy about 90 mu of land, plus 50 million in taxes and fees. The rest of the funds will be used to build a building, divided into the first and second phases, and sold while building.

"Of course, how to build it specifically requires professionals from the architectural design institute to plan, but don't worry, I will contact our Xijing Architectural Design Institute, which is absolutely reliable and charges preferential fees."

After hearing what Zhao Hongjun said, Fang Minghua did not answer immediately. He looked at the green rice fields not far away and suddenly asked: "Do you know Mark Twain?"

"I know, an American writer. Hey, Minghua, why are you suddenly talking about literature?" Zhao Hongjun looked puzzled.

Fang Minghua smiled and said: "Mark Twain is a writer, but also an investment businessman. He once said this: "Go buy land, because land can no longer be made."

Land can't be made? !

Zhao Hongjun pondered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Minghua, you mean to just buy the land without building a house, and then sell it after the land price goes up?"

"Yes, the house price goes up, so the land price won't go up? Isn't it simpler this way?" Fang Minghua laughed.

"Fuck! That's right, why bother to build a house?! I'll just circle the land I bought and wait for the price to go up!" Zhao Hongjun became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Of course, you can also pretend to build a wall to enclose the land, and then get some machinery to dig a big pit or something, so that no one will say you are hoarding land." Fang Minghua laughed.

"Oh, this is a smart trick, Minghua, you are too shameless, but I like it!" Zhao Hongjun laughed.

"In fact, you can also mortgage these lands to the bank, get a loan, and buy more land." Fang Minghua added lightly.

Zhao Hongjun was stunned for a moment, his mouth wide open, and he didn't even notice that the cigarette butt in his mouth fell to the ground with a click. Jin Hai, who had been silent, also stared at Fang Minghua with wide eyes.

After a long while, Zhao Hongjun came to his senses and murmured: "Tangtang said I was crazy on the phone, she was wrong, the real crazy person is you! Okay, I'll do as you say! Buy land, mortgage it to the bank for a loan, and then buy more land!"

"I don't care how you operate it or how much you buy, but you have to remember the game of passing the flower with the drum you talked about last night, and the sentence you said: stop when you are ahead!"

Fang Minghua's expression was very serious when he spoke.

"I understand, let me tell you, my father told me a story when I was a child." Zhao Hongjun smiled.

"What story?"

Fang Minghua found that this guy loves to tell stories recently.

"When we were little, didn't we love eating sugar cane? Sugar cane is not very sweet. The sweetest part is the root of the sugar cane, followed by the middle part."

"As a child, my teeth are not very good, so my father told me not to eat the root of the sugar cane like adults. In fact, just eat the middle part. You have tasted most of the sweetness of the sugar cane. Don't chew the last small part until your mouth is full of blood or even knock out your teeth."

"Like us, speculating in land is actually the same reason. The price of land has increased, but there will always be a day when it will not increase or even fall in price, right? In fact, we don't have to wait until the highest price, just see if it is about time to sell it, which is equivalent to eating the middle part of the sugar cane, that's all."

Fang Minghua was very satisfied with Zhao Hongjun's words.

It seems that the second generation of officials not only obtain resources from their parents, but also get a lot of life experience.

"Okay, I won't worry about the specifics. I will prepare to return to Xijing tomorrow." Fang Minghua said.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Come here to have fun. Haikou is not Xijing. There are many fun places here." Zhao Hongjun put his arm on Fang Minghua's shoulder affectionately.

"You have worked hard for half a year to win the literary award. Come to Haikou this time and relax for a few days! Look at this place, with sunshine, beaches and beauties. Why are you in such a hurry to go back?!"

Actually, Fang Minghua also wanted to relax for a few days. Not to mention the beauties, the climate here is warm, and the sunshine and beaches are indeed an indescribable temptation in winter.

Anyway, my wife is still in the United States and hasn't come back yet. The literary award submission is almost over, so there is nothing important for the time being, so I will relax in Hainan for a few days.

So Fang Minghua nodded and agreed.

"Jin Hai, you arrange it immediately. Give Minghua a one-stop service tonight. Not in Wanghai Tower, but in the newly opened Emperor Entertainment City!"

One-stop? !

Fang Minghua glanced at Zhao Hongjun.

"Don't worry, it's vegetarian." Zhao Hongjun smiled.

"If Tangtang knew that I arranged those messy programs for you in Hainan, I guess she would chase me to Haikou with a knife."

That's more like it.

After the three of them had lunch at Wanghai Tower at noon, Zhao Hongjun drove Fang Minghua to Xixiu Bathing Beach to swim.

Xixiu Beach is the closest and largest beach to Haikou. It is also the only national-level winter training base for sailing and windsurfing in the country. The white sand beach, coconut trees and waves form a romantic scenery. Of course, there are many girls.

Fang Minghua is a landlubber. He put on his swimming trunks and doggy-paddled in the sea for a while. He felt bored and sat on a beach chair to enjoy the scenery. It felt pretty good.

At night, the three of them went to the Emperor Entertainment City again. They first took a sauna, then had a massage, and finally went to the dance hall.

The Emperor Entertainment City is very impressive. There are private rooms on all five floors. It is simply a hollow giant beehive.

The men and women in the dance floor shook their heads and danced wildly under the fierce rhythm and the changing disco lights.

At this time, a large iron cage slowly descended from the sky. An almost naked girl was twisting her body in the cage, as if she was fighting a trapped beast. According to Zhao Hongjun, this is the special program of this entertainment city: iron cage dance.

Later, the iron cage slowly rose again, and finally seemed to disappear in the dark sky. The dance music came to an end, and people returned to the booths or their own rooms on each floor to continue rolling dice and drinking.

Every night was a party.

Fang Minghua played in Haikou for a few days, tried all the delicious food in Haikou, sunbathed on the beach during the day, and went to the dance city to play, or went to the karaoke hall to sing at night. His life was quite happy.

But he still had to go back. He had booked a flight to Huacheng tomorrow, and then transferred to Xijing.

Today, Zhao Hongjun did not accompany him because of work at the company. After dinner in the evening, Fang Minghua naturally would not go to the dance city, and lay on the bed alone to watch TV.

Suddenly received a call from Zhao Hongjun, saying that a Xijing fellow wanted to see him.