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In the afternoon, Tang Zhi also took the day off work, spending time at home with Ye Fangfei and playing with their daughter while chatting on the kang.
"Dear, there's something I'm uncertain about that I want to discuss with you. If you think it's a good idea, then great; if not, just pretend I never said anything." Tang Zhi wrapped one arm around his wife while using the other to tease their daughter.
Ye Fangfei was intrigued; she hadn't expected Tang Zhi to be uncertain about anything. "What is it? Go ahead and tell me."
Tang Zhi spoke candidly with his wife. "Well, there's someone I know whose family situation isn't great. The external circumstances are getting worse, and he has a way to get out. However, he can't take any of his furniture or belongings with him and is looking to sell them off to save some money."
"He asked a few people, but those who have houses aren’t interested in buying. So he came to me."
"Logically speaking, we don’t lack for housing ourselves, so we wouldn’t buy. But didn’t you say last time that when we have money, we should buy a few more properties?"
"I don’t really know why, but as long as it’s what you want, I want to make it happen for you. However, if we buy this house, our savings will be depleted. What if we need money for something else later?"
Ye Fangfei didn’t share Tang Zhi's concerns. As soon as she heard someone was selling a house, she immediately became excited. "We definitely should buy it! But how much does he want? If it’s too expensive, we can’t afford it!" she exclaimed.
Tang Zhi hadn’t expected his wife to be so enthusiastic; he himself hadn’t given much thought to buying a house. It was just during one of their conversations that Ye Fangfei had casually mentioned they should save up to buy more properties in the future. He had remembered that.
Now someone was selling a house and asking him if he wanted to buy it. He had hesitated for two days but still couldn’t make up his mind, so he thought he’d ask his wife for her opinion.
"It’s not cheap; he wants a thousand yuan," Tang Zhi explained. "But that includes all the furniture in the house too. Plus, his yard is quite large; it’s a two-courtyard layout with about ten rooms altogether. The front and back yards must be several hundred square meters."
"This is also why his house is hard to sell—most families don’t have a thousand yuan lying around."
"To put things into perspective, a worker nowadays only earns thirty or forty yuan a month. After covering food and living expenses for the family, saving up one or two hundred yuan in a year would be considered good."
"Even if some families do have a thousand yuan saved up, as long as they have a place that’s livable, they wouldn’t spend such a large sum on buying a house."
"Now that factories are distributing housing and providing free accommodations, who would still spend money on buying?"
"Are you sure their house is a two-entry courtyard? Is it a few hundred square meters?" Ye Fangfei asked.
"Yes, I've been there once, and I estimate it's at least two or three hundred square meters," Tang Zhi nodded.
"Let's find a time for you to take me to see it. If it looks good, we can buy it. Buying a house is a big deal," Ye Fangfei planned to check it out herself before making a decision.
"I'll find a time to ask. But, my dear, are you really planning to buy? That's quite a sum of money," Tang Zhi inquired again.
It's no wonder Tang Zhi was concerned; in the 1970s, a thousand yuan was equivalent to millions today.
However, millions wouldn't be enough to buy a two-entry courtyard house in the second ring of Beijing.
"Trust me, if we buy this house, we won't regret it," Ye Fangfei said firmly.
Since his wife had decided to buy, Tang Zhi stopped hesitating.
But before he could even ask about it, the next day, the house came knocking at their door.
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