Chapter 202 What? You don’t even want it for free?
"What's the hurry?" Zhang Shouchun rolled his eyes. "It's just registration, the money hasn't arrived yet." He turned to Zhang Shouying and asked, "Second sister, have you figured it out? How much is the total?"

Zhang Shouying stopped calculating and sighed, "Shouchun, the situation is not optimistic!"

Zhang Shouchun was stunned.

Zhang Shouying continued, "I've calculated that, including the houses, cloth and everything else, the talents that came today can exchange for less than 20% of the shares, which is about 2000 million. This is the result of us repeatedly lowering the stock price. Otherwise, I guess we wouldn't even have this much."

"Why is it so little? In the past, we could have taken it out as a family, right? Even if we have lost a lot over the years, it shouldn't be that much, right?"

"Why not?" Jin Yushu suddenly interrupted, "Shouchun, don't you see how badly our families have fallen? We in the Qing Palace have lost even our own house."

Then he was indignant, "Now, the rich are the businessmen. Even the pawnbroker Liu, whom we looked down upon in the past, has now become rich over us, right?"

"The one who has money is the boss!"

"Enough, stop complaining!" Zhang Shouchun glared at him, "Why don't you look at the poor people living under the city wall and outside the city? They can't even get a drop of oil for their meals."

"Third brother-in-law, you took a lot of money from De Ming and the Chinese medicine factory last year! Don't think I don't know!"

"Tell me, is he secretly raising a child outside? Or is he hooking up with his old lover from the Eight Great Hutongs again?"

"Shouchun, what are you talking about?" Jin Yushu smiled awkwardly, "Okay, I'll leave. Can't I leave?"

He backed away to the door and shouted to Zhang Shouchun, "Don't forget my share of the money!" Then he rushed out.

As soon as he came out, he met Jin Yuqing in the yard. He looked back at the hall, pulled Jin Yuqing's sleeve and dragged him to the corner.

"Brother, what are you doing? Why don't you just say what you want to say? Why are you sneaking around like that?"

Jin Yushu pointed to the central hall and asked quietly, "Yuqing, you haven't been bullied here, have you?"

"Brother, what are you talking about? Everything is fine. Nothing happened. I'll be there."

"Wait." Jin Yushu carefully looked at his sister from head to toe, and found that she looked very healthy, with red lips, white teeth, rosy complexion, and a brand new woolen coat. He nodded secretly. He coughed lightly, "Well, how many days a week does Deming go to your room?"

"Brother, why do you care about this?" Jin Yuqing's face suddenly turned red, her face flushed, she stomped her feet, and turned to the main hall.

Jin Yushu looked at his sister's back, chuckled twice, and muttered: "It looks pretty good?"

Humming a little tune, "As soon as possible, find a place to drink and people leave. From now on, the moon is dark in the West Chamber and the clouds are gathering over Wushan Mountain." He left Xiaojingchang with a swaying step.

In the evening, Wang Deming came back from the orthopedic clinic in Dongsi. When he heard Zhang Shouchun say that the Chinese medicine factory could only give up 20% of the shares, he couldn't help but frowned deeply. He didn't expect that the remaining group of old people had such little financial resources.

He sighed, "It seems that when the Chinese medicine factory was first planned, there weren't many people with a deep family background like my eldest brother-in-law." Zhang Shouchun was also helpless. He rolled his eyes at him and pouted, "No! It's hard to say who made the profit at the beginning. I guess they regarded the house in their hands as a hot potato. If they had the opportunity to exchange it for shares of the Chinese medicine factory and get money every day, they would have handed it to us through hands like our eldest brother-in-law."

"Otherwise, how could you have exchanged that pile of national treasures and paintings in your hands for a large number of houses? Our family wouldn't have so many shares, right?"

"Maybe they are laughing at us now! They are innocent, but we are both in trouble!"

Damn, after Zhang Shouchun’s analysis of Wang Deming, it seemed to make some sense.

Why did these people "donate" their houses just before and after liberation? They were afraid that the houses would be shared! The fields outside the city were divided, so why not the houses inside the city?

That is, Article 7 of Chapter 8 of the PLA Announcement: Urban land and housing cannot be handled in the same way as rural issues. The Masses Daily also published the Urban Real Estate Policy: Recognize private real estate ownership. Only then did these people put their minds at ease for the time being.

However, although feudal families like Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong owned at least hundreds of houses, the average housing occupancy rate of residents in the capital was actually only 3.6 square meters, and 70% of them rented houses.

This average also includes the locations of major government agencies and the residences of their families, all of which are good houses.

Although you can get some rent by renting out your house, you still have to be responsible for the maintenance of the house and pay property tax and rental interest to the government.

Some of them are in arrears with rent payments.
These days there is no special housing management bureau to rent out and renovate houses in a unified manner. How can it be as comfortable as holding shares in a traditional Chinese medicine factory and getting paid every month?
It is not Wang Deming's fault that he realized it later, it is because of the different perceptions of real estate. It is estimated that most people have a strong desire for real estate.

In my previous life, I was overwhelmed by the pressure of real estate.
Real estate is a necessity for marriage, and the high housing prices have drained the savings of several generations, and there are also large bank loans.
This is not the worst. The worst is that after buying a house on paper, you still have to continue to pay the mortgage.
Wang Deming collected his thoughts, shrugged, and said, "It's already like this, so I'll just take whatever I can get. I'll try to contact the real boss for the remaining shares."

"I remember Uncle Yin Changrong saying that after liberation, the government invested state capital in private industrial factories and mines to transform and expand production."

"Let's see if our Chinese medicine factory can also enjoy such a policy, so that our shares can be diluted."

Wang Deming paused, looked directly into Zhang Shouchun's eyes, and said word by word: "If possible, I hope to donate all the remaining shares."

"Well, I support you!" Zhang Shouchun's voice was soft but his tone was firm.

Wang Deming couldn't help but hold her in his arms, stroked her soft hair, and murmured, "It's great to have you!"

The decision was made quickly, but the action was not so quick. It was not until the beginning of April, when spring came and flowers bloomed, that the foundations of factories and dormitories had begun to be dug on the 4 acres of land outside Chaoyangmen, and the share exchange of the Chinese medicine factory came to an end.

The majority of the shares were houses and various physical objects, which after being fully converted into cash amounted to about 1800 million, which was less than what was registered before. Wang Deming still held 43% of the shares, still firmly holding the position of the largest shareholder.

After donating the cashed-out money to the Korean battlefield in the name of the Chinese medicine factory, Wang Deming asked someone to convey his intention to donate the remaining shares to the real boss.

The message that came back was: support the development of industry and commerce, support the development of the private economy.

In other words, Wang Deming couldn't even donate the remaining shares.
Oh my God, what should I do?
　It has been revised all the time, so the last few chapters have been filled with miscellaneous things, which may seem a bit watery. I think I will definitely not dare to write period novels in my next novel. I can't help but compare and reflect unconsciously while writing, and then it was revised, and the climax is still not high.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)