Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 2270: Chapter 1900: This Certificate and That Certificate

Daoist Qingyun handled matters with utmost thoroughness. Although he had just shown off his might in front of everyone, he was not the least bit arrogant.

Instead, after seeing that country Great Immortal calm down, he casually gave an understated instruction:

"Wuwei, you young people don’t know your own strength when you make a move. Don’t end up hurting this elderly gentleman. We’ve been entrusted by others today, so let’s properly take a look at this piece of land."

By the time Daoist Wuwei let go, patted his hands, and then calmly returned to his side, the crowd of villagers surging behind them no longer had any objections.

As for that ability with words, who knew if it was real or fake; they just felt the Daoist spoke well. But if even the disciple was this impressive, how could the Daoist himself not have some real skill?

The Great Immortal was left completely ignored; people didn’t even bother focusing their attention on him anymore.

So the large mass of people quickly followed the Daoist off into the distance.

On the gently rolling grassy field, only those two men were left far behind, staring ahead, dazed and stupefied.

The man who had accompanied the Great Immortal, originally planning to play the straight man by his side, now stood there, hesitating in place. In the end he let out an "ay," carefully took out his phone, and quietly sent a message:

"XX, I remember you have some relative in Yunqiao Village, right? What’s his name again? He seemed to be accompanying that Daoist to look at the land today. What did the Daoist say? Tell him to record it for us to see..."

Once the message was sent, he still felt a bit annoyed: he didn’t know if the Daoist had even looked at him properly just now—what if he got remembered?

His mind was all over the place.

The Great Immortal also looked angry, and now gave a cold snort:

"Didn’t you already buy a house in the city for your son? The mortgage isn’t even paid off yet. Whether this land is good or not—what’s that got to do with you?"

Could he possibly have money to buy a second set?

Hah, what a thing to say!

The other man stiffened his neck: "And when I get old later, I’m not allowed to take turns with my wife enjoying some happiness?"

Sigh, the master said that living over here would be good for the descendants, good for wealth, good in every way. If someone else moved in and he didn’t, how uncomfortable would that feel in his heart?

Meanwhile, Daoist Qingyun looked at the few different slopes and the lay of the land, walking as he carefully sensed it.

Logically speaking, even a blessed land has to have a central area and a peripheral area.

But as he walked along this whole stretch, why did it feel like every place was nearly the same?

Wasn’t this a bit too uniform?

He glanced again at Boss Song, who was over there talking intimately with her boyfriend—

If they bought this accidentally, then their good fortune was frankly a bit too much. If it was done on purpose, then why was this unique energy so evenly spread out?

Did it mean their family wouldn’t need to reserve any "king of the building" unit to live in later?

He carefully walked a huge circle around the area, commenting here, nodding there, and casually throwing in a few professional terms as he went...

The villagers had been a bit reserved at first, but later they just started chatting freely among themselves. One person said this gentle slope had good light, another said that side had cooler breezes, and some remarked that the grass here grew much more lush than elsewhere...

"Will we be allowed to grow vegetables in the compound then?"

Everyone got fired up in conversation, as if they were already living here themselves.

By the time the master finished looking, it was already close to noon, and they all bustled back together again.

There was no need for anyone to remind them; with the speed at which news traveled in the village, in less than two days the city would probably hear about it.

When the higher-ups in the city found out later, who knew if they’d be kicking themselves or not.

At the dining table, Seventh Uncle pushed several dishes of fish in front of the Daoist, then said contentedly:

"Tantan, how are you planning to build those buildings of yours? Will there be villas with courtyards? Save one for the two of us."

Then he looked at the Daoist eagerly: "Daoist Master, which spot do you think I should pick then?"

Daoist Qingyun pondered: "Let me see the design drawings."

Song Tan didn’t even need to move; Wu Lan happily pulled up that incomprehensible concept image from her photo album and handed it to the master.

He frowned, zoomed the picture in and out, and studied it carefully twice: "This is a bit too by-the-book, isn’t it?"

"Actually," the Daoist mused, "devout one, you must have spent quite a lot of money to develop this plot of land, right?"

"Isn’t that the truth."

Song Tan had now become poor in a very refined way; after all, that land alone cost forty to fifty million!

And since the price was cheap, it had to be paid in full; unlike in the early days of real estate, when you could pay a portion first, then get a bank loan for the rest—purely grabbing a wolf with empty hands.

The remaining construction would require endless amounts of money to be poured in.

Daoist Qingyun said seriously, "Six hundred mu of land—if you turn such a large space all into apartment buildings, that’s actually a bit too much."

"From what I see, in our town here, it’s not like everyone is going to buy a house in this place, right?"

If too many apartments were built, even if they were cheap, they might actually be harder to sell.

Though the Daoist didn’t run a real estate business, one look at the self-run industries of his Daoist Temple and you’d know he understood everything.

Don’t look at how people in Yunqiao Village often asked about it, and how all the employees were waiting eagerly—that was because many employees’ family situations were different, and some were from other regions.

The locals who truly wanted to plan for their children still considered houses in the city.

Otherwise it would end up like what Liang Jing’s parents had been thinking: it’s not that a partner from the countryside is unthinkable, but you can’t have a perfectly good city girl with her house in this remote place!

Of course, the two of them were currently being treated to a meal at the mountain cafeteria by Chen Yuan, drinking sweet, cool snow-pear and white fungus soup; their attitude had already shifted in their manner of speaking.

Once they finished lunch and strolled around (mainly to listen to more of the Daoist’s glorious exploits), then when the Daoist had some free time in the afternoon and could give them a few pointers...

Oh my, their day would be complete!

But at this moment, the Daoist at the dining table suggested:

"How about making the front half of the compound apartment buildings, for relatives, friends, and employees. For the back portion, if you trust me, devout one, you can build all sorts of villas in different sizes."

"Preferably taking up 80% of the entire usable planned land."

"If the planning is done well, and the layout is grand and clear, then this old Daoist still has a bit of face when it comes to selling houses."

He wouldn’t even need to promote it; just say where he had a property, and those with money would naturally flock there like clouds.

After all, for truly wealthy people, sometimes money is purely just numbers; it’s the added value those numbers bring that matters more.

"And also..." Daoist Qingyun said meaningfully, "with a few apartment buildings casually set up on the slightly more peripheral spots, that’s more than enough for your relatives, friends, and employees to live in. Even if you don’t charge any money and let them live there for free."

"If it’s too good and too cheap, they might not be able to stay."

If the houses can’t keep them, the employees might not stay either.

Song Tan frowned slightly: she really wasn’t cut out for business.

That whole string of jade beads had taken so much effort, and now, because she’d made them too well, she’d brought a lot of trouble on herself.

Unlike in the village, where there were many red lines involved with rural housing, and Yunqiao Village was so remote that it actually stayed peaceful.

The problem was, to be on the safe side, those beads had been driven deep and formed a complete unit. Unless all were taken out at the same time, there was no way to remove them.

Even if they used an excavator to dig now, she still wouldn’t be able to dig them up.

She exchanged a look with Lun Chuan, and Lun Chuan thought it over: "We can consider it. Actually, even the pricing of your villas will have a lot of leeway."

Just like Daoist Qingyun said, leave one or two units in every building, see if any relatives need them, and the rest can be used as free luxury dorms for employees.

As long as they work here, they can keep living here.

With Daoist Qingyun promoting the plot like this, those remaining villas had to turn a profit now, whether they wanted to or not.

Just then, Secretary Xiaozu hurried over, first helping herself without ceremony to a bowl of milky-white crucian carp soup, then frowned slightly:

"I’ve already given the higher-ups a heads-up—once all the drawings are finalized, the approval process on this side will speed up."

"Song Tan, you need to pick up the pace."

Daoist Qingyun’s reputation wasn’t small at the higher levels; right now he might be in a rural area, and the internet hadn’t yet blown things up.

But once those speculators caught wind of it...

Before construction even started, if they wanted to take a piece of the pie, nothing could be easier.

No way!

As Secretary Xiaozu ate, she began to worry:

Forget it, tonight I’ll go borrow money from Grandpa and Grandma and lock in two units first!

Hmph! No matter what, this business belongs to Song Tan, and it can only belong to Song Tan!

She angrily picked up a big chunk of meat and chewed fiercely, while Daoist Qingyun at this moment put down his chopsticks with restrained elegance and straightened his Daoist robe.

Beside him, Daoist Wuwei also showed a standard smile.

"If the devout one trusts me, this old Daoist also holds the certifications of Registered Urban–Rural Planner and Registered Landscape Engineer."

The implication being: the community’s overall planning, road layout, building design, greening arrangements and so on...

This Daoist can handle all of it!

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