The entire Huang Family Village, neither large nor small, housed a full one hundred and twenty households.
Even though Qin Chuan knew that property prices in this village would soon skyrocket, he could only watch. His current capital was limited.
Unless he could somehow come up with millions more, but where would he get so much money?
He didn't know any billionaires. The money he had now was his maximum capability. Qin Chuan could only watch wealth slip through his fingers.
However, he wasn't in a hurry and maintained a good mindset.
One's capacity dictates how much they can achieve. Rushing too much can lead to trouble. There would be plenty of opportunities to get rich later.
All day long, Qin Chuan, with Qin Gang, went from house to house, buying properties along the roadside. With Huang Naixiang, the 'inside man', the process went surprisingly smoothly.
When night fell, Qin Chuan had already purchased all the houses in the first two rows. Contracts were signed and deposits were paid for each household.
A total of twenty-five households, with a usable area of approximately 2,800 square meters, but a land area of over 3,500 square meters.
The reason for such a large land area was that Qin Chuan and his team purchased based on the area stated on the property deeds, and there was a lot of trickery involved!
For example, between two adjacent properties, there might be some roads, ditches, or uncultivated, overgrown land, or inconspicuous areas piled with garbage. Once construction began, these would all become tangible plots of land where houses could be built.
Qin Chuan benefited from all of this for cheap. Since the farmers didn't mention it, Qin Chuan was smart enough not to bring it up himself, quietly pocketing it all.
As they left, some were happy, some were sad. Those who sold their houses were beaming with joy, while those who were not selected looked dejected, their faces grim.
Among them, Village Chief Huang Naixiang was the happiest. Although his house was not on the roadside, it was in the second row, and it was all being demolished.
No one knew that the truly lucky ones this time were not those whose houses were being demolished, but those whose houses were not.
Once this period passed, or when Qin Chuan finished building the houses in the front, the property values for the original residents living in the back would also surge.
At that time, it wouldn't be 280 yuan per square meter, nor even 300 yuan. Prices would rise to 400-500 yuan per square meter, making them earn far more than the early demolishers.
So, in many cases, one cannot just look at immediate benefits; no one knows what the future holds.
"Third brother, you said we've acquired so much land, how many houses can we build?"
"What kind of houses are you planning to build? Apartments?"
On the way back, in the car, Qin Gang was also very excited and peppered Qin Chuan with questions.
"It must be apartments, otherwise, wouldn't we lose money!"
"I plan to build standard commodity housing, five to seven stories high. Not individual buildings, but connected units. Since our land isn't that big, connecting them is fine! This will save costs and land."
Qin Chuan spoke fluently, clearly having calculated everything beforehand.
"Let's calculate. This row has fourteen houses. When built, it can accommodate at least fifteen!"
"One floor has fifteen units. So, five floors would mean seventy-five units!"
"Seven floors would be even more, 105 units!"
"We bought two rows, and the total area is about the same. This means if we build five-story small apartment buildings, we can end up with one hundred and fifty units!"
"Seven stories would be two hundred and ten units!"
"Let's calculate the average price per unit. The area is just under a hundred square meters, around 96 square meters. We won't sell each square meter for too much, 500 yuan should be no problem!"
Qin Gang exclaimed, "Five hundred yuan? Can it sell that high?"
He knew that the land they had just bought was only 280 yuan per square meter, and in the blink of an eye, it had nearly doubled. Would anyone actually buy it?
Currently, the highest price in the most central part of the county town was only around 400 yuan. Their location was so remote, and people weren't foolish. Why would they come to such a place to buy houses at such a high price?
"I'm only quoting the lowest at five hundred yuan!"
Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan was confident and resolute.
"Calculate it yourself. Five hundred yuan per square meter, and each of our units is about 96 square meters. For two rows, how much can we sell them for?"
Qin Gang quickly picked up a pen and started calculating. Soon, his eyes widened, and he gasped.
"Oh my heavens!"
"How many zeros are there? Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million..."
"A full seven point two million!"
"And that's just calculating with five-story standards!"
Qin Gang was truly stunned. In his twenty-plus years of life, he had never dared to dream of such numbers, yet here they were, clearly displayed.
"Seven point two million is not much at all!"
Compared to Qin Gang's excitement and shock, Qin Chuan was very calm. "We still need to deduct the cost of cement, steel, bricks, pipes, and other building materials, labor wages, and taxes from the government, as well as other expenses!"
"It would be great if we could net half of that as profit!"
In this era, regulations and various fees for real estate were not as extensive, making real estate very profitable. Especially when encountering speculators, even a fifty percent profit was low; it could be several times the initial investment, which would be truly exorbitant!
Qin Gang exclaimed, "Even half the profit is three point six million, third brother! Are you sure we can earn that much money?"
Excitedly, Qin Gang grabbed Qin Chuan's arm, nearly causing Qin Chuan to swerve into pedestrians on the street. He quickly steered the car.
"Damn it, didn't you see I was driving? We almost had an accident!"
"Sorry! Sorry! I was just excited! Tell me quickly, can we really make that much money?"
Qin Gang was scolded but didn't care. At this moment, his heart was filled with piles of hundred-yuan bills.
"About that!"
Qin Chuan replied calmly, then sternly warned, "You absolutely must not spread this word. Only the two of us know, and at most Sister Li Ya. No one else, not even Mom and Dad, understand?"
"Understood! Understood! They're timid, they don't have such big ambitions!"
Qin Gang chuckled, grinning foolishly. "I'm different. I was born brave, I dare to do anything!"
Then, he immediately put on a pitiable expression, "Third brother, when you get rich in the future, you must take care of your second brother..."
Qin Chuan rolled his eyes and rebuked him in exasperation, "Such behavior!!"
As the brothers bantered and laughed, the Santana drove into the Butterfly Garment Factory.