Scotti was well aware of the problems of the Nishizawa Empire, but as a member of the royal family, she was in no position to criticize the cabinet for not doing a good job.

The cabinet can still achieve equality for everyone on the surface, open up jobs to fill the stomachs of hard-working people, set up schools so that poor children can receive free basic education, and popularize the pension system so that the old people can rely on their old age, while the royal family and aristocracy many years ago will only create all kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes to oppress the people, whip slaves with whips, and never rest until they die.

The car drove for a while, and Scotti suddenly let out a soft "huh".

She saw a group of people, men, women, old and young, all gathered together, and a man in a suit and leather shoes, with a different style of slum painting, was standing on a temporary platform in the center, holding a loudspeaker and shouting: "Sign a contract today, get the money tomorrow, and pack into a new home the day after tomorrow." ”

And next to him there was a simple tent, and there was a long queue at the door of the tent, and everyone seemed to be waiting in line for something.

But there are two tall security guards guarding the door of the tent, and only one or a few people are put in at a time, and only the people in the back will be put in after the people in front come out. Although the people waiting in line were anxious, they also obeyed the order and no one urged them.

Scotti motioned for the driver to stop on the side of the road and watched from a distance for a while.

She noticed that most of the people who were listening around the high platform had craned their necks and looked serious and focused. Some people will listen for a while, and they will hurriedly turn around and run away, and after a while, they will reappear, holding a pile of materials in their hands, and appear in the queue in front of the tent.

"What happened?" Scotti asked softly.

Her clerk summoned a passer-by who had just come out of the tent, a slightly hunchbacked honest middle-aged man, about a porter's background, with dark and rough skin, his back slightly bent, but his face was full of happy smiles.

The middle-aged man danced and gestured, and his excitement was overflowing: "I can't imagine that there is a boss here who has taken a fancy to the Russian family's house." They are really good people, willing to trade the big house for those rotten logs. ”

He spoke in a thick, nasal voice, like a Hurnu who liked to drink, but Scotti understood.

But it was precisely because he understood that he was slightly surprised. She pointed to the man in the suit who was shouting with a horn in the distance, and the tent set up next to it: "These people, they want to buy your house?" ”

"It's not buying, it's changing, changing." The middle-aged man laughed, "It's not just Russian, they have to exchange with many people." ”

As he spoke, the unsuspecting middle-aged man handed the paperwork in his hand to Shicotti to read.

It was a formalized contract for a house transaction to the effect that Party A was willing to trade a brand new property somewhere in a civilian area for a property somewhere in the slums. In addition, all the "redemption money" involved in this housing transaction shall be borne by Party A.

Nishizawa is a country where land is privatized, and the law allows houses and land to be bought and sold freely.

Under normal circumstances, if it is an ordinary commercial development, only the developer and the landowner need to reach an agreement on the purchase and sale intention, and the former will pay for the purchase of the house and land.

But this is just the general situation.

The estate structure of the Akkadian slum is peculiar. In other words, most of the slums of the Wester Empire had a very special real estate structure.

Because of the legacy of the constitutional monarchy, the ownership of houses in the slums belonged to the owner, and the ownership of land belonged to the official government of the Zezer Empire. If a transaction occurs, in addition to the purchase price, the buyer will also need to pay a large sum of money to the cabinet to "redeem" the land in order to complete the transaction smoothly.

This is the "ransom money".

The ransom is determined by the cabinet and is generally 1-1.5 times the price of the house, while the Akkadian slum is located in the capital, and the ransom is exaggerated, basically about 3 times the house price.

This decree has scared off many developers and eliminated many homeowners from selling.

The former thinks that the housing prices in this place are ridiculously high, and if he buys a house in the slum, it will cost even more money than buying a house in the slum, so why should he buy it?

The latter felt that even if he sold his house, he would not get much money, which was not enough for him to buy a new house elsewhere, so why did he sell?

In this way, no matter how the outside world develops, develops, and progresses, the slums will always be a pool of stagnant water.

Generation, two, and three generations have had to huddle together in cramped and cramped huts, building bricks and stones between houses, building shacks on roadsides and streets, blocking the sun and seizing the streets, and even the vacant land next to the garbage room, making the already poor living conditions in the slums worse and worse.

The housing transaction contract in front of him, in Squicotti's opinion, is very generous, it is simply incredibly generous.

Party A did not choose the common cash buying and selling method, but adopted the method of exchange, and replaced Party B's small house of more than 10 square meters with a large bungalow of 120 square meters in the civilian area. She knows that the property used for exchange is a newly built community, which is not high-end, but the transportation is convenient, the surrounding supporting facilities are perfect, and it is very suitable for living, and the market price of a set may be more than 1 million Western dollars, and ordinary people may not be able to save this money after 20 years of work.

Not to mention, there is also a sky-high land ransom that has not been written......

Where did the local tyrant developer come from? It can't be a liar, right?

Scotti looked at Party A on the transaction contract with a skeptical attitude.

Cornerstone Technology Group.

She was silent.

Okay, when she didn't say it.

People are really rich and capricious, and rich rival the country.

With the value of the richest man in the world, let alone buying a slum, you can buy a small country...... No, Yan Rong, the former chairman of Cornerstone Technology Group, really bought it.

More than ten years ago, the "Blackstone Kingdom" was still a small island country that was about to be flooded due to rising sea levels, and the indigenous kings of the island cried everywhere for help, and finally Yan Rong paid for the entire Blackstone Islands and gave it to his son as a birthday gift.

The king took a huge sum of money, happily took his remaining 173 national immigrants away, and before leaving, he stuffed all the national seals and letters and other things into Yanluge, and pressed all the honorary titles he could make up on the other party's head, including such things as honorary kings.

Well, Yanluge has thus become the honorary king of a sovereign state.

He is the only honored citizen of this mini-small country.

Soon after, Yan Luge established the headquarters of the Blackstone Research Institute on this small island, and all kinds of waves flew up, but no one could do anything to him.

Who made the family a decent king?

Shi Curti handed back the transaction contract in his hand to the middle-aged man and smiled slightly: "Congratulations." Your new home is a nice place to be. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face became even happier: "Like, they said, there is everything there, there is clean water, electricity, and the sun to dry clothes." Ah, I've got to go first, and I'm going to tell the girls the good news. ”

Scotti smiled and watched him leave.

And after he left, Scotti saw another family with four children come out of the tent.

As soon as she stepped out of the tent, the middle-aged woman carrying a large package on her back fell to her knees and hugged her husband on the street and cried, crying and kowtowing in the direction of the tent.

Scotti motioned to the clerk, "Help me go and ask them what happened." ”

The latter departed.

After a while, the clerk returned.

"Instead of being sad, they are happy." The clerk said with a little pity and relief, "Their home was burned down in the fire not long ago. However, Cornerstone Technology still agreed to calculate the price before it was burned down, changed them to a large house, and gave them an additional settling-in fee. They will be able to move into their new home soon. ”

Scotti nodded, her expression not seeming to change much.

After a while, she said lightly, "Go back to the palace." ”

"Not going?" The driver was slightly surprised.

Shi Curti leaned back slightly, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes: "I'm not going." Let's go back. ”

She had come here to see if those who had been displaced by extraordinary events needed help.

Now it seems that there is probably no need.