Me, tens of billions of land to farm

Chapter 382 A few more people to help me get it
Su Ming drove straight to the second community.

Come to the sales office.

Park the car in the parking lot.

"Hello sir."

A security guard came forward with a smile: "It's not that you are not allowed to park, your car is too big, and there are a few empty parking spaces next to it for a big car like yours, can you park there?"

I saw the security guard approaching.

Su Ming thought it was the same routine.

Unexpectedly, the attitude of the security guard is quite good.

Su Ming looked to the right.

There are really several large parking spaces.

Su Ming nodded and drove over, parked the car and got out.

Went into the sales office.

"Welcome, sir, are you here to see the house?"

A very beautiful young lady came forward to greet her with a smile.

The service attitude of this sales office is very different from the one just now.

"Yes."

Su Ming smiled: "I bought a few sets, and I'm here to hand over them today."

"what?"

The young lady was taken aback.

Did not respond.

When the young lady saw Su Ming for the first time, she didn't believe that Su Ming could afford a house, but the manager said that no matter the people who come are poor or poor, even if they are beggars, they should be treated well. Anyone who comes is a guest.

The result was unexpected.

A hidden boss unexpectedly came.

Bought several houses!

Today is for handover!
"Sir, no problem. Where is your house purchase contract?"

The young lady smiled very politely.

"By the way, I forgot to take it. Can you find a few people to help me take it?"

Su Ming scratched his head.

"Find...find a few people to help you get it?"

The young lady froze for a moment.

What do you mean?
Isn't that the purchase contract?

How heavy can this be?

As for finding a few people to help you?

If you are too lazy to take it, I can do it by myself.

"Sir, you really like to joke, I'll just go and get it for you."

The young lady said with a smile.

"Trust me, you can't handle it."

Su Ming is very serious.

The young lady was stunned.

No matter how good the service attitude is, I still feel guilty at this time.

I always felt something was wrong.

Isn't this person here to amuse himself...

"What's wrong??"

At this point the manager stepped forward.

The manager's surname is Song. He is a middle-aged man, quite energetic, but a little bald, with a bright Mediterranean look.

"Manager Song, this gentleman said that he needs to find a few more people to help him get the house purchase contract..."

The young lady blinked her eyes, and then said something that she didn't even believe.

"Ok?"

Manager Song heard it.

What's the meaning.

"Sir, don't be joking, we have a lot of customers, there is really no way..."

Manager Song smiled to accompany him.

He didn't believe it either.

Isn't this a patient from a mental hospital who sneaked out? ?

No wonder Manager Song thinks so.

When you see someone coming to hand over the house, you should ask a few more people to help take it.

Isn't this bullshit?

"Forehead……"

Su Ming opened his mouth.

Can not blame others.

But explain.

I am also afraid that people will not believe me.

After thinking about it, one for myself, one for Manager Song, one for the young lady, and then call the security guard just now.

Ah!
Four people should be enough!
"Well, you can come and see with me."

As Su Ming turned around and led the way, the young lady and Manager Song looked at each other.

I am thinking in my heart.

Could it be that you came here to have fun and entertain yourself?
But although the two thought so, they still followed.

Whether it's a pastime or not, we'll see soon.

Su Ming went to the back of the truck and opened the door.

Then several pockets of urea were revealed.

Manager Song took a look.

His face immediately sank.

Are you really here to entertain us?

What about you, bring a few bags of urea to buy a house?

It doesn't sound good.

Even if your pockets are full of money.

Can only afford to buy a house.

The key to you is that you look at this pocket.

Straight-edged and octagonal.

Obviously it's not money, okay?

"Sir, don't make fun of us."

Manager Song was very upset.

"Ugh."

Su Ming sighed and reached out to open a pocket.

Oh?
Manager Song was taken aback, could it be that there is something else hidden in his pocket?Take a closer look at the results.

Depend on!
They're all fucking briefcases!
We are a sales office, not a garbage collection station!
Just when Manager Song couldn't bear his temper and was about to start talking.

Su Ming opened a briefcase.

Red-hot real estate certificate and house purchase contract.

"Mom!!!"

Manager Song was taken aback for a moment, checked carefully, found that it was true, and jumped up.

Mouth open wide.

The young lady next to her is also brain blank.

A briefcase is a purchase contract.

Then there are so many urea pockets in this compartment.

Quan Nima is a house purchase contract? ! ! ! !

The two looked at each other like thunder.

Two people's heads were directly blown up, and they were dizzy!
No wonder people have to find a few more people to come and help.

What people say is right!

It’s impossible to get it without seven or eight, okay?
Don't forget that Su Ming drank the stretching legs and staring pills, which strengthened his body.

The strength is two or three times that of ordinary people.

A person can easily carry a bag.

But ordinary people can't.

At least two people are required to carry a bag.

Manager Song and the young lady’s brains immediately went into a panic.

"Hey hey!"

Su Ming couldn't help but wave his hands in front of the two men's eyes.

"what?"

Manager Song was stunned for a moment.

A dull look on his face.

He blankly reached for a briefcase and opened it.

That's right, it's their house!
Reaching into his pocket, he took out one at random and opened it.

Or their house!
Not to mention other pockets, just say that this urea pocket should be a house in their real estate.

This rough number is at least one or two hundred.

My mother!

One or two hundred houses!
How much is this? !
Big hair! ! !

Manager Song suddenly rolled his eyes.

Gah!
It was drawn directly.

Seeing this scene, the young lady was extremely flustered.

"Manager Song, Manager Song, are you okay? Are you okay?"

Su Ming said.

Small scene, small scene.

I have seen a lot.

You haven't seen a group of 80-[-]-year-old men rattling past in front of me.

Manager Song is 50 years old and in good shape.

It's okay, it must be okay!
After an unknown amount of time, Manager Song slowly woke up.

He stared blankly at the young lady.

"Xiao Wang, I just had a dream. I dreamed that a mysterious boss came to our place to buy a house. They used urea bags to pack all the house books..."

Manager Song opened his mouth.

"Forehead……"

The young lady blinked her eyes: "Manager Song, this is not a dream, it's real."

"Don't make trouble."

Manager Song subconsciously didn't believe it and shook his head, but suddenly he saw Su Ming with a smile on his face, the open carriage, and the urea bag in the half of the carriage.

Gah!
He drew it again firmly.

(End of this chapter)