The Young Master Has No Ambition, Doesn't Want to Marry a Rich Woman

This lad probably considered this when he bought the house initially. Driving 1.5 kilometers to the subway station, parking the car there, and taking the subway to work would save him a lot of money. Besides, the houses in Shengshi Jiayuan were relatively cheaper because it belonged to small property rights, costing less than 24,000 yuan per square meter.

This was quite cheap in Tongzhou. Although small property rights only lasted for forty years, it was more than enough. Most likely, he wouldn't live there for that long anyway.

Moreover, small property rights were only suitable for self-use. Selling them would be troublesome, which was why they were so cheap.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the community, and the two of them got out and went straight into the compound.

This community was alright! Although there wasn't much greenery, overall, it was decent.

The entire community consisted of over a dozen buildings, each about twenty stories high. The main entrance was on the north side, the north gate.

Because it was small property rights, parking spaces were scarce, and there was no underground parking lot. The cars in the community were parked haphazardly.

It looked messy, but there was one advantage: no need to pay for parking. With no designated parking spaces, you just parked wherever there was space.

The house Fatty bought was Unit 1102 on the 6th floor of Building 6, a two-bedroom apartment of less than ninety square meters, luckily with a south-north orientation.

Seeing a bamboo mat and a bedsheet on the floor, Ye Chen asked, "Fatty, are you really sleeping on the floor?"

Fatty shrugged and said, "The furniture company hasn't delivered the bed yet, so I can only sleep here."

Hearing this, Ye Chen was speechless. But he still said, "You could have gone back home!"

"I was planning to go back, but you know, I drank too much last night! So I have to sleep here."

As Fatty spoke, he folded the bedsheet and put it in the cabinet. The decoration here was already done, and it had been done for a while. Now they were just missing furniture and appliances.

As long as the furniture and appliances were ready, they could move in directly.

"I say, Fatty, your decoration isn't that great!" Ye Chen commented as he looked around.

"Uh! Isn't this decoration good enough? It cost me over a hundred thousand."

Actually, Fatty's decoration was pretty good, but Ye Chen's taste had become more refined, so he felt that the decoration here was lacking.

It made sense. Although Fatty spent over a hundred thousand, his decoration was only considered mid-range. It couldn't even be called high-end, let alone compare with the luxurious decorations owned by Ye Chen.

Generally, decorations were divided into eight levels: basic, standard, mid-range, upper mid-range, high-end, luxurious, super luxurious, and luxurious.

In this area of ​​the capital, decorations priced at 2,000 yuan per square meter were considered standard. Anything over 3,000 was upper mid-range, 5,000 was high-end, or what was known as fine decoration. Ten thousand was luxurious, twenty thousand was super luxurious, and anything above thirty thousand was luxurious.

Luxury decorations didn't have a specific price. Thirty thousand was luxurious, but a hundred thousand was also luxurious. It depended on the individual.

Hearing Fatty's words, Ye Chen touched his nose and said, "It's alright."

"By the way, when will the furniture be delivered?"

"Today, it's confirmed. It should be delivered in the morning. I've already contacted the furniture store."

"Yeah! How much did you spend on furniture?"

Hearing Ye Chen's question, Fatty chuckled and said, "Well, let's just say I'm broke now."

"Uh!"

Although Fatty didn't say it explicitly, Ye Chen knew he must have spent a lot of money. Otherwise, this lad wouldn't be saying he was broke.

You see, Fatty's family has always been quite well-off. Since Ye Chen's memory, Guo's father has been doing business, buying and selling grain, fruits, and vegetables.

They were one of the wealthy families in the village. Otherwise, Fatty wouldn't be so chubby. Now even he was calling himself broke, indicating what owning a house meant to farmers.

Both Fatty and Ye Chen were Beijingers, but they were also true and blue farmers, and they were the outskirts of the outskirts. To put it bluntly, apart from having the name of Beijingers, they didn't differ much from those who came from other places to work.

Anyway, in this era where life was difficult, you couldn't afford to live, you couldn't afford to die, having your own nest was already quite good.

"By the way, I'm not buying a house now. If you need money, just let me know."

"What? You're not buying a house anymore?" Fatty looked at Ye Chen in surprise.

"Yeah, for now, I'm not buying anymore. I can't afford it either."

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Fatty chuckled and said, "Well, the houses are too expensive. Mine is still small property rights, with a down payment of over six hundred thousand yuan. For the next twenty years, I'll have to pay nearly ten thousand yuan in mortgage every month."

"You're fine! You have a high salary, and after getting married, both of you can earn money. There's no pressure. It's different for me," Ye Chen said, shrugging.

As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, he noticed Fatty looking at him strangely and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Little Chen, with your physique and your appearance, why don't you just marry a rich woman and call it a day? Then you won't need to work hard anymore."

"Get lost!" Ye Chen kicked Fatty's butt.

Watching Fatty run away while holding his butt, Ye Chen shouted, "The young master has no ambition, doesn't want to marry a rich woman, so the young master has to work hard to make money and strive to marry a beautiful wife."

"Uh!" Fatty paused for a moment, looked at Ye Chen, shook his head, and said, "It's probably difficult."

"Get lost!" Ye Chen wanted to kick him again, but it seemed like this lad had already anticipated it and ran away first.