Siheyuan: leading the elder brother to live a well-off life

When Wang Jianhua and his family had a happy meal, Bang Geng brought Panpan to the Wangfujing business district. There is a century-old braised stew restaurant here. His stewed stew is very delicious and deeply loved by Panpan.

"Boss, here's a big bowl of stewed rice, the portion is enough!"

"okay!"

The boss responded and came to collect the money.

"Hey, it's you again, bringing your girlfriend to dinner?"

The owner of Luzhu took a look and was observing Panpan, and whispered in BangGong's ear: "Young man, although I don't know you, but you always come to my house to eat Luzhu, I kindly remind you, your girlfriend Not serious, break up with him!"

"There is always a man who brings her to my place to eat stewed food. The relationship between the two of them is extraordinary!"

"That man looks about the same as you, he's a slut, you'd better be careful!"

Stick stunned for a moment, smiled and shook his head: "Boss, the person you mentioned is her brother, anyway, thank you for reminding me!"

The boss shook his head: "His brother doesn't look like her. I'm just talking too much as an outsider. It's two yuan in total. I'll give you two eggs. Come and get them later!"

"thank you boss!"

Bang Geng took out two yuan and handed it to the stew cooker.

This store is the most famous stewed restaurant in Wangfujing.

When the Yanbin Building of the state-run hotel was still there, people cooked it in the Yanbin Building.After Qin Changchuan and others took over the Banquet Building, they specially invited this master chef.

The old master may have also seen some business opportunities and decided to go it alone.

With the help of Qin Changchuan and others, he opened this century-old braised cooking restaurant in Wangfujing, and now he can earn more than 200 yuan a month, and his life is very nourishing.

Since interacting with Panpan, Banggen has become a regular customer of this store.

Panpan is also a regular customer of this store, but the boss looks down on Panpan because he thinks this girl doll is not serious.

People in that era were not you who came to my place to consume, you were the uncle, and the old man could not rub the slightest bit of sand in his eyes.

"The stew is ready!"

The stick came over and brought the stew to the table.

Panpan took two bites and looked at Banggen: "Banggen, you said that Wang Jianhua paid you 30000 yuan? Let's use this money to buy a house. After Beijing is demolished, we can get more houses!"

Stick patted Panpan's head with his left hand: "I listen to you, once he gives me the money, we'll go buy a house!"

"Really? That's great, we will have our own little home in Beijing in the future, brother stick, you are so kind!"

Panpan clasped her hands, and looked at Stickong coquettishly and cutely, her eyes were full of little stars.

The stick fell into a trap in no time: "Panpan, what kind of house do you think we should buy?"

"Buy a courtyard house!" Panpan blurted out: "My brother and I have chosen a courtyard house. The courtyard is as grand and grand as the military compound, but the price of the house is a bit high, more than 5 yuan."

When it came to the price, Panpan's expression darkened.

More than 5 yuan?
Bang Geng also had a small calculation in his heart: Wang Jianhua only paid 3 yuan, and his mother will get some, and he will find someone to borrow some later, and it is estimated that he can make up the money.

Stick holding Panpan's hand: "Let's go and look at the house in a while, if the price is fair, I'll make money right away!"

"Well~ let's eat quickly!"

Panpan ate voraciously.

The lure of braised stew can almost reach [-]% for her, and in a way it can be regarded as easy to support...

After reversing the car twice, Panpan took the stick to the western suburbs of Beijing.

Panpan pointed to the yard in front, and jumped up happily: "This is the yard. I heard it belonged to a certain prince in the Qing Dynasty. Although the location is a bit remote, I think it will definitely be demolished here in the future. I will definitely buy it. Make sure you don’t lose money!”

Panpan stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, a white-haired old man in his 50s came out.

"Fu Bo, here I come again!"

"You little girl, I said that you can't afford a house with that little salary, so you better stop disturbing my rest!"

Panpan stuck out her tongue: "Just because I can't afford it, doesn't mean my husband can't afford it!"

Panpan pulled the stick to Uncle Fu: "This is my husband, Jia Geng."

"Hello Fubo!"

"Hello!" Uncle Fu opened the door: "Come in and have a look, this yard is 9000 yuan, no bargaining!"

Banggen and Panpan walked into the yard and looked around.

It's not very good here, the only advantage is the large land.

The house is also dilapidated, not as good as the Red Star Courtyard.

"Forbe, such a good house, why did you sell him instead of waiting for demolition?"

"I'm old, and my children are all in Shanghai. I sold my old house in Beijing and bought a small house in Shanghai, where I can live with my children and enjoy happiness!"

"5 yuan can buy a lot of small houses in Shanghai!"

Forbe smiled, but didn't speak.

Stick looked at Panpan: "Panpan, the price is too high, I can't get it together, unless Wang Jianhua cuts off my hand again."

Panpan held Banggen's left hand, shook it vigorously, and acted like a baby: "Brother Banggen, you should think of a way. Isn't your dad the director of the canteen at the rolling mill? He must be rich!"

"He's not my dad, I just beat him a few days ago." BangGou shook his head.

"Hmph!" Panpan let go of the stick: "If you don't buy me this house, I won't marry you, you can figure it out!"

Panpan pouted and turned to the other side, no longer looking at Stick.

Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Young man, nearly 6 yuan is not a small amount. Go back and discuss it with your family."

Uncle Fu said to Panpan: "You little girl is too capricious, you can't disregard other people's ideas if you like it, is 6 yuan a young man's money?"

Sticky said with a smile: "I'll go back and discuss it with my family, Panpan, let's go."

"Do not touch me!"

Stick tightly grasped Panpan's hand: "I will ask my mother for money, why not buy it for you?"

"It's almost there."

Panpan stomped her feet, pursed her lips and followed Stickong away...

in the afternoon.

Wang Jianhua came to the rolling mill with 30000 yuan and put the money in front of Shazhu.

Silly Zhu looked at the 3 yuan money tightly wrapped in kraft paper: "Wang Jianhua, what do you mean by giving me the money!"

Wang Jianhua said with a smile: "Silly Zhu, you haven't seen it until now. If you don't have any savings, no one will take care of you when you get old!"

"You sent the first uncle and the first mother away, what are you going to do!"

"I still have my nephew, I won't freeze to death on the street, you send the money to the stick!"

Shazhu pushed the money to Wang Jianhua.

Wang Jianhua shook his head with a smile: "Okay, you are a fool and you are a fool. Let me remind you again, the house must be firmly in your own hands. The future development of Beijing is absolutely beyond your imagination!"

"With a house, you can not only enjoy your old age comfortably, but also live a good life."

Sha Zhu smiled and said: "Thank you for your reminder, have you eaten yet, there is an elbow in the back, come in and have a bite?"

"It's nothing, it's getting older, eating greasy food can easily cause three highs!"

"I'm going to talk to the developer about demolition. I'm leaving. Don't forget what I told you! Pass the money on for me!"

"Yeah!" Silly Zhu looked at Wang Jianhua's back and muttered in a low voice, "Just throwing 3 yuan to me like this is really rich!"

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