Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

After hearing what Jiang Shan said, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang, who were patrolling separately in Room 805, laughed.

Huang Yongyu looked at the toilet in the bathroom and educated him: "Xiao Jiang, please move into this house for a few days and experience the happiness of being able to go to the toilet at any time without leaving home."

Chen Peisi nodded and agreed deeply.

During the period when he was seconded to the Pujiang Translation Studio for dubbing, he couldn't stay in a nice guest house and had to squeeze in with Jiang Shan every day.

The days were colorful and joyful.

The only thing is that when I run to public places every day, I feel a little homesick.

At this moment, Wang Shixiang was touching the white and clean wall without papering:

"Siheyuan is good, but no matter how good it is, it can't be as comfortable as living in a residential building. Especially if you have a blacksmith as your neighbor, you won't be able to live well every day."

Wang Shixiang originally lived in the courtyard house in Fangjiayuan by himself, and even his parents and brothers lived in separate courtyards.

As the years progressed, neighborhood committees began to come to the homes to express their hopes.

I hope he can rent the extra houses to the housing management office to run canteens and nurseries.

After much thought, Wang Shixiang, who mainly focused on maintaining stability, invited a large group of friends and friends of friends to move into the courtyard.

Among them is Zhang Guangyu, the cartoonist who created "Havoc in Heaven".

Human beings, who would think that their family is big and their business is big?

But if you insist on sharing a house, it is better to share it with like-minded friends who share common interests.

Unexpectedly, as incidents happened one after another in Dongchuang, Wang Shixiang's courtyard house would no longer be up to him.

Until now, the housing management office has assigned him more than a dozen neighbors.

Among them, the one that troubled him the most was the blacksmith family closest to his house.

That day, I was either making iron or welding iron pots.

Not to mention the piles of scrap metal everywhere, the noise all day long is unbearable.

Chen Peisi, who heard some rumors, asked Wang Shixiang curiously: "Didn't I say that the houses and materials are being cleared now? It's not your turn yet."

"A lot of furniture was returned a while ago," which already made Wang Shixiang extremely grateful: "As for the house... I haven't seen them mention it."

Huang Yongyu lives in Dayabao Hutong, which is the house of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. There is no shortage of beautiful neighbors here: "It is inconvenient for him to ask about the house, but I asked him about it. It is said that as long as the head of the household has settled overseas, he has already returned the money." .”

Wang Shixiang: "Next is the turn of those with overseas connections. I heard that as long as they have relatives overseas... it will be easy."

Chen Peisi immediately looked at Wang Shixiang: "Do you have such a relationship?"

Wang Shixiang spread his hands: "No!"

"Overseas relations," this information is basically the same as what Jiangshan knows: "Not to mention Yanjing, it works just as well in Pujiang."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you haven't paid it back yet," Wang Shixiang had never expected:

"Three rooms are enough for our old couple to live in. I just feel sorry for my furniture. I wanted to donate them to the Cultural Relics Bureau for a safe place to stay, but it's a pity that they don't want them. Oh..."

Wang Shixiang walked around the empty room 805: "It would be great if Xiaojiang's room was in Yanjing."

"What?" Huang Yongyu said with a smile: "You want to give him the furniture?"

"I'll give it to him if he wants it," Wang Shixiang said, "but how can young people like them understand the beauty of these old furniture."

Jiang Shan smiled: "I don't understand, you can teach me."

Four men were standing at the window of Jiangshan's house smoking, and the figure of the Ten Thousand Sports Center could be seen in the distance.

"I have a total of two apartments in this unit." Jiang Shan didn't want to hide the things he obtained through his skills: "In addition to this apartment, there is also a small four-bedroom apartment downstairs."

"Two sets?" Huang Yongyu was shocked: "They are all your kid's?"

"The ones downstairs belong to my parents, brother and sister," Jiang Shan said, "More than half of them have been renovated now. Do you two want to take a look?"

"Let's go, let's go,"

Huang Yongyu left immediately: "Hurry and show us."

So, after the four people went down two floors, they came to Room 606.

When I opened the door, I saw that the house was being fucked in full swing!

"Are you..." Huang Yongyu felt familiar at first glance: "According to the style of the guest rooms of the Peace Hotel?"

"My mother really liked the layout of the Peace Hotel, so I decided to have someone decorate it exactly the same."

Nowadays, residential buildings have everything in them, and you can basically move into them as soon as you get them. Not many people go to great lengths to decorate them.

But since Jiang Ma liked it, Manager Huang Hua of the advertising and decoration company took the initiative to ask for the job.

Jiang Shan took advantage of the situation: "But as Peisi said, Xuhui New Village is indeed too remote. Even if this house is installed, I probably won't be able to live in it for a while."

Wang Shixiang pointed upstairs: "What about the one upstairs? Do you want to pretend like this?"

"That's impossible," Jiang Shan waved his hand: "I have to do that by myself, and I have to do every step by myself."

"Oh?" Huang Yongyu asked curiously: "Already have an idea?"

Jiang Shan told the truth: "You two must have heard about the beauty of display, right?"

"What?" Of course Wang Shixiang had heard of it: "You want to turn your home into a museum?"

"It's not just museums that pay attention to the beauty of their furnishings," Jiang Shan explained: "I can't explain it right now, but you will understand it in the future."

"But one thing is for sure, we don't want Western style." Jiang Shan had already thought about it: "Just Chinese style."

"Xiaojiang is a kid who still has a good vision," Huang Yongyu said very pleased: "Oriental beauty is the best."

"It seems like I really have to help him find some more old-fashioned furniture," Wang Shixiang looked at Jiang Shan and said, "Xiao Jiang, do you prefer Ming Dynasty or Qing Dynasty furniture?"

"From the Ming Dynasty," Jiang Shan said decisively: "But I'm not picky. As long as you like it, I like it."

"Do you really believe in my vision?"

"That's for sure. Not to mention the furniture you like, I also like it even if you made it yourself."

If you don’t understand the background and stories behind these old gentlemen, you will definitely not be able to understand Jiangshan Zhangluo’s circle of friends.

Naturally, it is not clear what the influence of these paintings and calligraphy will be in the future.

In the same way, only by understanding Wang Shixiang's experience can we understand why one of his carpentry jobs can be sold for millions.

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At the end of a busy day, Jiangshan's van headed towards the Peace Hotel again.

In the van at this moment, in addition to the previous ones, Liu Xiaoqing, Pan Hong, and Yu Sigui also sat in the van.

Jiang Shan, who had not spoken to Yu Sigui these days, took a picture of Chen Peisi in the passenger seat: "Why did Xiao Qing and Pan Pan also stay at the Peace Hotel?"

"No need to ask," Chen Peisi said, "Mr. Yu will give it to them!"

"Um?"

"That day, Mr. Yu took Xiaoqing and the others to their room to play. I heard that they hadn't stayed at the Peace Hotel yet, so they immediately booked a room for them." Chen Peisi was envious: "Speaking of which, I haven't stayed at the Peace Hotel either, so why didn't anyone give it to them? Can I get a room?"

"That's outrageous. Why can't we, Pess, stay at the Peace Hotel?"

No matter what life he was in, Jiang Shan was never a stingy person: "Don't leave for a while, we will sleep at the Peace Hotel tonight!"

"We both sleep here too?" Chen Peisi was reluctant to spend the money: "Who pays? Damn... Sisi?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Jiang Shan said seriously: "She and I are purely partners. Besides, can we two grown men use one woman's money?"

"That's not possible," Chen Peisi quickly shook his head: "Absolutely not."

"Don't worry, buddy, I have money," Jiang Shan stepped on the accelerator: "They live in a common room, right?"

"Anyway, it's like two beds in a room."

"Then let's get you a...two-room, two-bed suite today."

"How much does that cost?"

In the early 1990s, each of the nine international suites at the Peace Hotel cost between 500 and 1,000.

In the early 1980s, excluding international suites, the price of an ordinary standard room was 60 yuan, and a one-bedroom, one-bedroom suite did not exceed 100 yuan.

And at this moment, Jiangshan, "Pacific" Video, which sold out 800,000 boxes of "Rose Blooms Everywhere", gave him a reward of 40,000 yuan.

Plus the 20,000 yuan advertising fee for "Japanese Family Planning" sent by Yu Sigui.

Jiangshan, who had previously paid more than 100,000 yuan in customization fees for the costumes of "Lushan Love", began to have spare money again.

That's it, not even the 100,000 yuan stock market start-up capital from Xiangjiang Huang Zhanna.

"It's okay," Jiang Shan looked at the Peace Hotel that had appeared in front of him: "After working hard for half a year, it's time to relax."

After saying that, he drove into the parking lot of the Peace Hotel.