When you make a verbal agreement with your landlord, it should be honored whenever possible.

What would you do if your landlord said she would sell you the house at a set price when you are ready, but then she died and her kids raised the price dramatically?

That is what happened to the family in this story, so they hatched a plan that involved the whole neighborhood.

Let’s see how the story plays out.

We reverse gazumped a greedy landlord and it was glorious.

“Gazumping occurs when an agent or seller accepts an offer you make to buy a property at an agreed price but the property is sold to someone else. This usually happens when the vendor sells the property for a higher amount.”

This happened 15 years ago and it is one of the proudest moments of my life.

My best friend and her husband have 5 kids together.

They lived in an expensive city and rented an old 4 bedroom house for $400 per week.

Sometimes you do what you have to do.

The house was very rundown with a disgusting kitchen and stink drains but it was all they could afford at the time.

Still, they made it work.

The owner was a nice old lady who as extremely wealthy and very fond of my friend.

She froze the rent for 5 years and promised to let them buy the house once they had saved enough to get a loan from the bank.

She sounds like a great landlord.

As she had helped other people in a similar way, they knew they could trust her and so they saved every cent they could.

It took them 5 years but they finally told her they were ready.

Two days later, the nice old lady passed away; before anything was put in writing. 😔

Now they have to deal with her kids.

Enter the new owners. The lady’s 4 children. Each extremely wealthy in their own right; they inherited a huge portfolio of properties.

When they first spoke to my friends, they assured them that the sale would still go through but they would have to wait until probate had settled.

Confident, my friends started making some changes to the place. They started by stripping wallpaper, painting, and making plans.

Finally probate was settled and the owners agreed to go ahead with the sale for the previously agreed price.

This would be so disappointing.

My friends applied for the loan but to their shock, it was refused.

The owners had raised the asking price by $80000 without telling my friends.

To make things even worse, the house would be put on the open market.

In 7 days there would be an Open House and, with the market the way it was, it would probably sell immediately.

I can completely see why they are upset.

My friends were devastated.

They might be able to borrow enough but it would take longer than a week to get. To make matters worse, property prices and soared recently and rents had gone up a lot whilst theirs had been frozen.

Not only were my friends going to struggle to get the money. If the place was sold to someone else and they were asked for a higher rent or were evicted, it would be nearly impossible to find an affordable place with more than 2 bedrooms.

Hopefully they can figure something out.

I was scared for my friends but I was also incandescently angry. Those greedy sods were some of the wealthiest people in the city.

They were screwing over a struggling family for less than $20000 each. They didn’t need the money. It as pure greed and it was obvious that they’d always planned to do this.

So, while my friends scrambled to come up with the money, I started plotting.

I looked up advice on what helps to make a sale.

At the very least, make sure the place sells for as little as possible.

We needed to make the place as undesirable as possible without making my friends look like bad tenants.

Uncluttered: We moved all the furniture in from the walls, added some extra furniture and borrowed ornaments and hung a load of motorcycle memorabilia on the walls. The place felt more smaller.

Smell: My friend boiled a head of cabbage on the stove and we sprayed ammonia around the front and back doors (because it smells like all the neighbourhood cats had been marking their territory). We also poured 2 dozen rotten eggs down the drain to make it smell like sewer gas 🤢.

Wow, they are going all out.

Neighbourhood: We obtained a mouldy old couch and dumped in front yard of the neighbour across the road (with permission of course).

Neighbourhood x2: We started calling friends for help. Anybody with a loud and crappy car was asked to do a few laps in front of the block during the Open Day.

The street was unusually busy that day. Everyone we knew found a reason to drive by. It was practically rush hour.

Nobody is going to want to buy this place.

Neighbourhood x3: We called out mates from the rugby club (full contact football without any of that soft padding). A big portion of our club are very large men.

The next door neighbour set up a bbq in their front yard and we offered free food and cheap beer. They came on motorcycles, wearing their roughest gear. There was quite a crowd.

A lot of people showed up for the Open Day. Quite a few were in and out within minutes. One lady sat in her car and watched the party next door before driving away.

These people must really like the tenants.

The one bloke who stayed any length time, was brave enough to start up a conversation with someone leaving the party. He asked if they were often there and was told every couple of weeks or so, they have an after party morning and the party the night before was 3 doors up.

The party goer also helpfully mentioned the troublesome drains that are always getting blocked by tree roots and stinking up the place.

The potential buyer left without making an offer.

At least they can afford it now.

So, my friends were the only ones to make an offer.

They still had to pay more than they’d planned but not as much as the greed jerks wanted.

My friends signed the papers and paid the deposit that day.

So, when the brave buyer put in an offer of $30000 more than my friends, there was nothing the owners could do about it (strict anti gazumping laws). I would have loved to see the owners faces when they found out. 😈

That’s still not a bad price for renting a home.

For all the people who are saying they had cheap rent. They didn’t. $400 was the rent in 2004 and that was pretty high back then.

By the time the lady died, average rent for a house that size had only gone up by about $40. Nowadays, 4 bedroom houses in that area go for approximately $800 per week.

This really worked out well for the tenants, and if the owners were really as wealthy as is implied, they can afford to take the hit.

Let’s see what the people in the comments on Reddit think about this amazing story.

It was a great story.

Yes, this is the way to stand together.

The world would be a better place.

This didn’t make sense to me either.

They should have waited to do any work on the house.

Finally, the rich kids got put in their place.

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