CHAPTER 491: CHAPTER 242: GREEN FIELD MANOR_3

Allen Zhang smiled: "That’s an abandoned Estate Ranch, the seller has encountered some issues in life, so he wants to sell the abandoned ranch. The land covers about 400 hectares, around 6000 mu. The asking price is about 2 million US Dollars!"

"That expensive!?" Sieg gasped.

"So, we need to discuss the price with him again," said Allen Zhang.

Actually, this price is already quite cheap. It’s just because it’s in the sparsely populated Western Region. If it were anywhere else in any other country, the land would be worth its weight in gold.

"Rural land is not worth much, buying it already costs two million US Dollars, and the development cost would be even higher, boss, what do you plan to do with that land? Engage in livestock? Spending so much money, it would take at least five to six years to break even." Sieg couldn’t understand.

"The price is right, and the area is also quite large. If we could find oil or other minerals on that land, wouldn’t we make a fortune?" Allen Zhang replied: "Even if there are none of those, there are a lot of trees there, we can harvest and sell them in two years, and raising sheep and cattle won’t cost much."

"..." Sieg was speechless.

After driving for about fifty minutes, they arrived at Green Field Town. Following the navigation, they reached a deserted area full of trees, with an desolate aura, marked only by a simple sign and a fence, indicating private land. There were also a dilapidated cowshed and a detached villa.

A modern version of a Becher’s wish. Only much larger. After all, this is 6000 mu of land, stretching from the east end of the town directly to the west end, endless at a glance, just the water plants alone could support 30,000 cows.

After touring the place, they became even more satisfied with this piece of land.

Allen Zhang took out his phone to contact the seller.

The estate ranch owner received the call and quickly drove over in a four-wheeled open-top off-road vehicle which from afar looked more like a tractor.

"Hey! Are you the ones who wanted to see the land?" The ranch owner was slightly plump, with graying hair, wearing a cowboy hat and a vest, he greeted. Beside the seat was an old woman, probably his wife.

"Yes, we indeed wanted to see this piece of land. Are you Mr. Deer?" Allen Zhang said.

"Yes, I am Deer." The ranch owner Deer nodded, looking at the license plate of the Jeep they were driving, he was surprised: "You came from Los Angeles? Old Karl already told me, you took over that guy’s recycling station in the city, the business should be pretty good too, why suddenly thinking of developing in the countryside?"

"We just think this land is quite good, and want to buy it for some other business. We’ve also generally understood the situation, heard your son got into some trouble? People coming to harass and pressuring the price, causing you guys unable to sell this land?" Allen Zhang said.

Once this was mentioned, the couple seemed more worried, and sighed, "Don’t mention it, those thugs come to harass every day. Sheep are found dead in the ranch, malicious numbers 666 graffitied, blood-stained crosses, and witch’s Voodoo Poison Doll Curse. There was originally someone ready to spend 2.3 million US Dollars to buy the whole plot, but they all disrupted it. Now, basically no locals are willing to buy this land anymore, we’re also planning to reduce the price again."

What? It’s the 666 Voodoo Curse? That’s hard not to believe.

Allen Zhang was stunned, he thought it was some kind of harassment tactic, didn’t expect it to be a spiritual attack.

After all, there are quite a number of believers in God and Satan here, mostly religious, and such a dirty trick, is akin to digging up a Qing Dynasty corpse in your yard, hanging a red-dressed ghost in your house, grinding teeth in the middle of the night, a mirror directly facing your bed, someone waking you up to play rock-paper-scissors in the middle of the night.

You have to admit, this tactic is really harsh.

The General Sect Leader hung a painful mask, struggling to keep a smile.

"Why not call 911 to handle it?" Sieg asked.

"The officers did help us at first, but no way, they just quieted down for a while, and after a few days, they began to harass us again."

Deer said helplessly, "This manor used to be where my grandfather handled livestock breeding and made grape wine. The wooden villa there also has an underground wine cellar, and by the lakeside of the ranch, there’s an air-raid shelter. At the best times, the land covered 12,000 mu, supporting over fifty thousand cattle, and we had over twenty cowboys to help manage. But due to land reforms leading to increased tax burdens, coupled with malicious competition, and brucellosis in cattle and sheep leading to widespread death, reluctantly, we had to withdraw from the industry competition."

"After my grandfather passed away, leaving only my father alone, who wasn’t much capable, could only drain the family fortune, selling off land and family business. By my and my son’s generation, we also sold off some land bit by bit, I even tried planting corn and grapes, but they didn’t make money, suffered huge losses, and the economics went even worse."

"I have long considered selling the Estate Ranch. But no way, rural land prices are too low, a mu only costing a few hundred dollars, which I find hard to accept. Plus being maliciously harassed, they only want to spend one million US dollars or even less to buy the land, makes it even harder to sell. I don’t even know why they’re doing this!"

Deer reluctantly shared the ranch owner’s sad tears.

Depending solely on livestock breeding indeed could make money, but also had to consider natural disasters and human calamities, without strength and ambition fundamentally unable to support such a large family business.

From 12,000 mu of land, it shrank to 6000 mu, lush water plants that could be planted on good soil were mostly sold off, only leaving poorer land and woods, looking desolate, hence even lower prices.

The landlord’s family has no surplus grains either.