Chapter : 14

Soon, night came.

At five o'clock, Liu Meng called.

"Mr. Zhang, there's an idea to the matter." Liu Meng said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Han raised his eyebrows, he was surprised to see Liu Meng act so quickly, it seemed that Liu Meng had some background in the Bureau.

"Let me first state the conditions, and see if you can accept them. If you accept, I will explain in detail." Liu Meng said.

"Yes."

First of all, you can only rent it for a year to three years, and it's possible that you'll have to unconditionally comply, and there are many restrictions to using the Mount New Moon, I don't have to say for now, but for a situation like yours, normally speaking, you'll need to rent it for at least twenty million per year, but since you're Anna's friend, I'll give you two million, so I can reduce the price to ten million per year. Liu Meng went straight to the point.

"Sure." Zhang Han did not waste any time and directly agreed.

"Good!" Then let me tell you about the restrictions on renting Mount New Moon s … " Liu Meng began his long conversation.

Zhang Han quietly listened for a good five minutes, the extent of the restrictions could be imagined.

Simply put, you can't touch anything in the Mount New Moon, and you can rent out 10 million for a year to plant things in small areas, or you can even climb mountains.

After all, this was a rent not a bid, if it was a bid, then the money would be a lot. One must know that in the streets of New Moon Bay, all the mansions were priced at more than a billion, and in Mount New Moon, a land with a better geographical location, the price was even more terrifying.

In a situation like the lease, if it was anyone else, they would definitely not agree to it. However, Zhang Han merely nodded his head indifferently, and spat out two words:

"Sure."

At the same time, Zhang Han's eyes flashed with an indifferent light.

Can't move? Restriction? It was all bullshit!

Zhang Han did not have much strength right now, so if he was in the Innate Realm, why would he need to care so much? He took over the mountain and became the king!

But now, it was still better to be honest and quietly get rich.

When he first stepped into the cultivation world, he searched for five hundred years for treasure. Before he reached the Tribulation Realm, no one knew what Han Yang Immortal was. When he reached the peak of the tribulation, not even a few years would pass before his name resounded throughout the world!

Back to the main topic, on the other end of the phone, after hearing Zhang Han's reply, Liu Meng's face lit up, and he said:

"Then transfer me two million. We can sign the contract tomorrow."

He did want to buy some money for 2 million, but he could still put 20% of the money into his pocket in the end.

"Not tomorrow. I have something to do. How about this. I'll contact you on Monday and Friday." Zhang Han said.

"Alright then, I'll wait for your news." Liu Meng was startled, his tone was slightly down, and then he hung up, feeling that he might not even be able to get a lease on the place, after all, there were restrictions on rent that were almost the same as not renting at all.

As for Zhang Han, he rejected because... No money.

He really didn't have any money right now. There were only 1.6 million in his bank card, which was far from enough.

But no matter, Zhang Han had already thought of a plan.

That was — selling rent mountains!

That's right, the only money that Zhang Han could use right now was the money used to sell the house.

During the day, he had even found the prices of the houses in Milan District, as well as the various pictures of the houses and ways to contact the intermediary company. He could only find the news about Liu Meng during the night.

Seven years ago, Zhang Han bought this house with 15 million RMB. In these seven years, the price of this house in China had been increasing, especially in large cities.

It's just that the Zhu Keng District that Zhang Han resided in seven years ago was very developed, and the price of housing was very high.

Even so, Zhang Han's house had only sold for twenty million. Adding to the three million that Zhang Han had renovated, it was worth twenty-three million.

However, Zhang Han did not plan to sell it so much, just like how he sold Ferrari's cars, he directly posted a comprehensive picture on a certain website. The price was 18 million, with the emphasis on giving out 3 million for decoration and furniture.

Everyone who worked in Hong Kong knew that this was the heaven of the rich and the hell of workers.

They all had the mindset that if you don't work hard, others must surpass you. Everyone was suppressing their 'hard work and hard work'.

Thus, when Zhang Han released this news, at the real estate agency near the bamboo pit, almost all of the employees there had found out about it.

"Manager!" Manager! "Come on, something's happened!"

Almost everyone who found out immediately shouted these words.

After the manager came to see the news, he said something similar.

"Hurry, hurry, call him!"

Therefore, less than two minutes after Zhang Han sent the message, a series of phone calls came in!

After answering more than ten calls, they all needed to come over to visit the room. Zhang Han felt that it was enough, so he rejected the call and turned off his phone, leaving the messages on the website.

The house suddenly became quiet again, but what they didn't know was that a few minutes after Zhang Han closed up, he was back at Yunyin Garden's house.

"Mengmeng, your PaPa is off, how about we call him tomorrow?" Zi Yan helplessly put down his phone.

Mengmeng was full of joy as he blinked his bright and clear eyes, waiting for the right moment to speak to PaPa.

"Smelly PaPa, doesn't he want to talk to Mengmeng? I don't like him anymore, the smelly PaPa … " Mengmeng made a ruckus as she cried.

Zi Yan had wanted to take the opportunity to scold Zhang Han, so that Mengmeng would not be so reliant on him. However, seeing how Mengmeng's actions were so pitiful, Zi Yan spoke up for him:

"Your PaPa may be busy, Mengmeng, but he must be missing you too. Didn't he say to create a paradise for you? He might be busy with this matter, so next time when we meet, your PaPa will bring you to a paradise."

"Really, really?" Mengmeng stopped her tears, as she was filled with anticipation with what the PaPa had said.

"Really." Zi Yan held back his laughter, and said with a serious face.

Humph! Stupid, let's see what you can say! I'll let you cheat a child! I'll let you brag! See how you lie the next time we meet!

What he did not know was that Zhang Han was really fighting for Mengmeng's paradise, and the low price housing was something that he wanted to settle as soon as possible, so he could settle this matter quickly and peacefully. Only then would he be able to properly educate his daughter about Zhang family.

As the daughter of the Han Yang Immortal, how could she be ordinary! First, set a small goal to become the strongest little witch on Earth.

At this time, Zhang Han's house in the Milan District was welcoming its first batch of intermediaries.

It had only been ten minutes, and the agency was very tight.

In the first wave, three people came, one male and two female, the male was the manager of the agency, while the two females found out about Zhang Han's news and confirmed the person who came to visit.

"Wow, it's really the same as in the photos."

One of the ponytailed women exclaimed.

Although the 3 million RMB decoration and furniture in Hong Kong could not compare to the real tycoons, they were still better than the average families and belonged to the upper echelons.

"Not bad at all!" The manager walked around and nodded in satisfaction. "Mr. Zhang, forgive me for being blunt, but your house can sell for at least 22 million RMB. Are you sure you want to sell it for 18 million RMB?"

"Yes." Zhang Han lightly nodded, and said with a light expression: "I just want to sell it quickly."

Seeing Zhang Han's affirmation, the manager's face revealed joy and said:

"Mr. Zhang, can I take a look at your ID and real estate certificate?"

"It's on the table. Take a look for yourself." Zhang Han was already prepared, he pointed to the table in the living room and said.

The manager quickly went over to take a look. After confirming the message, a hint of excitement appeared on his face as he said:

"Excuse me, I'll contact my superior."

His superior was also the Regional Manager of his agency, Huang Zhu. As long as one wasn't a fool, one could see the business opportunities in this house. If he took it, he would earn a net profit of more than 4 million!

Even this manager wanted to immediately take down the house, but unfortunately, he didn't have 18 million.

Not every manager had the luck to buy Zhang Han's Ferrari.

The manager went into the second bedroom to make the call, and there was another wave of guests in front of the open door.

This time, two men came over, one was a middle-aged man in his thirties, and the other one looked to be a little over twenty. Seeing that the room had been 'stepped on', the two's face slightly changed, and immediately went up to greet Zhang Han.

How did they know who Mr. Zhang was in the house?

This was because the intermediary staff, both men and women, were all wearing formal clothing. This would also give customers a sense of security.

The eyes of the first wave of people in the house were filled with hostility when they saw who had come. The two people were also of the highest quality. They glared back mercilessly and the room was filled with killing intent.

But what was important was that after a few seconds of killing, the two men went over to Zhang Han's side to do their job.

It was similar to the manager's actions from before. Once he confirmed the message, he would call his superior.

Thus, in the next hour, Zhang Han was completely busy, and around ten waves of intermediaries arrived one after another.

However, their qualities were also excellent. Before entering the house, they would wear a new pair of shoes and the house wouldn't get dirty from having too many guests.

Originally, eighty percent of the managers had wanted to directly make a decision, but Zhang Han didn't give them a clear message, telling them that he would follow whoever made the fastest transaction.

The normal house trading process required a month, but some intermediary companies had a deep relationship with their bosses. They could quickly process the complicated process, which was known as cutting the queue.

Only until 10 o'clock in the evening did Zhang Han turn on his phone, he did not expect to receive three calls in half an hour.

Zhang Han could go to the second-hand house trading center to sign his name and release the money on the same day. Everything else would be settled by the management company.

Thus, Zhang Han replied that he had already traded with whoever came the next day. After all, he didn't know who was who either.