Reborn in America, I'm serious about making money.

Zhang San attended a concert and felt the atmosphere was quite good.

"It seems my son has a real talent for this!" Zhang San said with a smile.

He Meitian rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to talk to him. After waiting for half an hour, she finally saw her son. He hadn't even changed out of his performance clothes when he came out and immediately got into the car. She immediately took out the wet wipes she had prepared to wipe her son's sweat.

"Son, well done!"

Zhang San doesn't communicate much with his child, so he doesn't know how to talk to his son, which makes him feel a little awkward.

"What do you want? I'll give it to you to celebrate your successful concert."

"What do you think our family lacks? If you have time, just spend more time with your sons." He Meitian, who has two sons, speaks much louder to Zhang San now, a far cry from her sweet image, and sounds more like a protective mother hen.

Zhang San knew he was in the wrong, so he could only keep quiet and respond with an awkward laugh. Chai Xiaofen was also there today. Her relationship with He Meitian was... complicated. Maybe friends? Fellow travelers? Sisters from different wealthy families?

"Hello, Aunt Xiaofen."

Looking at He Meitian's son, Chai Xiaofen felt that he had some distinctive features, more so than her own son. She sighed, "Time flies. It's only been a few years since I last saw him, and he's already grown into a handsome young man."

"I've already arranged a table full of late-night snacks, let's have a little celebration," Zhang San said weakly, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

That evening, they had a small celebration, and since it was a family dinner, there was no risk of being recognized.

The next day, Zhang San took them out; last night, at the banquet, he said he wanted to give his son a gift to celebrate his success.

The sales office of Fuli Garden is experiencing poor sales in mainland China due to the subprime mortgage crisis in North America. Prices have dropped significantly, but there are still no buyers.

The saleswomen sat there listlessly, some playing on their phones, some chatting—this was the scene Zhang San and his companions witnessed.

However, the saleswomen looked rather plainly dressed.

The saleswomen immediately perked up, looked at each other, and then one of them stepped forward. It was her turn to make the first sale of the day. She felt she should be quite lucky, and in fact, she was very lucky.

Welcome!

Zhang San looked around and then said to the saleswoman, "I heard that the prices of the houses here have dropped, is that true?"

The saleswoman nodded and quickly began her introduction: "Yes, sir. Our houses here are currently very affordable, and the environment is beautiful and the transportation is convenient..."

Zhang San interrupted her, "Which is the best house around here?"

His houses in Guangzhou are not in the city center. It's not that he can't get land, but that there's no need for him. In the city center, he wouldn't necessarily earn more. The land he acquired in the early years has now appreciated many times over, and he's already booked for many more phases of development.

The saleswoman's eyes lit up: "Okay, sir. Please come this way. This is our model."

Fuli's house is in a very good location in Guangzhou. It is near the subway and has convenient bus access. It is located in the business center, next to a park, and also by the river with river views.

Last year, prices surged, and quite significantly. In Baiyun District, prices that were just over 10,000 yuan per square meter rose to 17,000 yuan per square meter. Then this year prices dropped, but they didn't fall back to the levels of the year before last.

But that didn't matter; the saleswoman next to her continued her introduction. Pointing to a building with an unobstructed view and a fountain, she continued, "...Sir, this is our best building, this..."

"Have they been sold? Can I choose any floor?"

The saleswoman said, "Yes, our general manager planned to sell it after it was completed, but a crisis occurred, and we're not going to sell it here anymore."

"How much is it per square meter now?"

"There's a special offer now, only 18,000 yuan per square meter. These two sides are 150 square meters each, with three units. In the middle, all the units are 200 square meters each, and there are twelve floors in total. Which floor would you like to see? I'll take you to take a look."

The saleswoman looked at them expectantly, wondering which floor they wanted to buy.

Zhang San smiled and said, "Is your manager here? We might have bought a bit too much, so we'd like to talk to you about a discount."

"Ah, well, that... okay."

She was worried that this sales figure wouldn't count towards her own earnings, since this was a major client. But since the client wanted to buy a lot, she had no choice but to accept it.

The manager is also very troubled. The group wants to sell the buildings as soon as possible, but they are not selling well right now. He is under a lot of pressure. Just now, the general manager asked him to think of a way to sell the buildings as soon as possible.

"What do you want from me?" he asked the saleswoman irritably.

The saleswoman said, "I've received a call from a big client who wants to buy a property. They want to discuss discounts with you."

"Is it the Yuzhou real estate speculation group?"

"Manager, you'll have to give me credit for this performance later."

Seeing the other person's expression, the manager said, "This sales figure is yours anyway. Hurry up and tell me, who are you from, and how many units do you want to buy?"

"Manager, they're not the Yuzhou real estate speculators. They're just dressed very simply, and one of them is even wearing a mask and sunglasses."

"Alright, then let them buy a few sets."

"Manager, you'll see when you go over there."

The manager was also helpless. This saleswoman was new; the old ones had all left. But in order to maintain appearances, they still hired quite a few pretty young girls.

The manager was unhappy. Damn it, all sorts of nobodies are trying to negotiate discounts with him. Who does he think he is? He only came out because the housing market is sluggish. He has his own temper too.

Zhang San, of course, had no idea that he had already equated himself with cats and dogs.

When the manager arrived, he composed himself and asked earnestly, "Sir, how many apartments would you like to buy?"

"You're the manager? Then you can make the decisions, right?"

The manager said, "I am the manager." Judging from the other person's casual demeanor, he seemed to be someone of importance.

Zhang San said, "I want the whole building. If someone else buys it, let them leave. What kind of discount can you offer?"

Zhang San casually waved his hand, and the best house was bought as easily as buying cabbage.

At this point, the manager immediately asked very respectfully, "You mean, you want the whole building?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

The manager glanced at the woman wearing sunglasses and the young man with sunglasses and a square neck; they seemed to be the people negotiating with him, and they appeared more normal.

"Um... would you please come to the VIP room? Where shall we talk? Um, I need to go and check with headquarters now..."

After the manager left, He Meitian rolled her eyes at him and said, "Why did you buy so many buildings? You can't live in that many."