Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

Wei Wei's heart was moved, but she thought that if she were to get to the bottom of things, if she was asked about Wei Mingyue, it would probably be impossible to get through with the scum she killed in her first rebirth. What should she do?

He cruelly rejected Zhang Zeliang and slammed the door without seeing it.

Forget it, forget it, the next one is better. Wouldn’t it be nice to open your own research institute?

Zhang Zeliang was rejected...

For the first time in my life...

With his face, no matter where he goes, he will be surrounded by people from behind and behind him.

Well, this face doesn't seem to be useful to children, and I seem to be quite stupid after talking to a child just now.

But who made the child swear that "she has the final say in the house"? That momentum frightened him and made him believe it involuntarily.

It is more reliable to find an adult from this family.

Zhang Zeliang raised his hand and continued to knock on the door, not believing that he could not call out the adult.

Wei Wei listened to the very rhythmic knocking on the door. Although it was not a disturbing and rough knocking, it still disturbed people's thoughts and made them unable to think peacefully.

I got lucky and shouted at the door: "Stop knocking, no one is home."

No one at home? Zhang Zeliang blinked, you child, why are you scolding yourself? You are just a human being, why is there no one left?

She was really thirsty for talents, so Zhang Zeliang stood at the gate and thought about his words, so that he could persuade her family members in one fell swoop.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Zeliang continued to knock on the door persistently.

Wei Wei rolled his eyes inside the door and simply found earplugs to plug his ears. If you want to knock, just knock as hard as you can. Anyway, my world is now clean.

Zhang Zeliang knocked the back bones of his hands a little painful, but a passing lady kindly reminded him.

"No one lives in this house. Have you found the wrong place?" He looked up and down at Zhang Zeliang curiously. He didn't look like a fool. Why didn't he ask if he couldn't find anyone? Just keep knocking on the door like that?

no one? Zhang Zeliang opened his eyes wide, then who did I see just now? Is it possible to see ghosts in broad daylight?

Seeing Zhang Zeliang's face full of disbelief, Aunt Zhang kindly explained to him, "Yes, no one has come to live here for more than [-] years." She sighed, but this was what the old man of the Wei family used to lock him away. The youngest son of Zhengdao, but it was a pity that the war was raging. One day, the young master left and never came back.

Aunt Zhang has lived here all her life, so she knows it.

Seeing Zhang Zeliang's disbelief, Aunt Zhang told him another piece of gossip, "I heard that the Wang family's youngest son is getting married, and the house at home is not enough, so she has already made plans to build this house.

I heard that they have already asked the street to rent this house, and they plan to let their older granddaughters move in and squeeze in. "

There are so many people who want this house. Even if there is a lake that is not very livable, there are so many people rushing to get it.

It's a pity that too many people want it, and there are still people in the Wei family who have contributed a lot, so no one dares to reach out openly.

Wei Wei vaguely heard the knocking on the door stop and thought the person was gone.

As soon as I took off the earplugs, I heard this lady's words and my hair instantly exploded.

Someone actually wants to rob the house? After thinking about it, he quickly opened the door again to let people know that the owner of the house had returned.

What can be rented? A house that is occupied cannot be rented!

To put it bluntly, it is rented. If you live in it, how can you ask people to move out?

Zhang Zeliang and Aunt Zhang turned their heads when they heard the sound of the door opening...

Zhang Zeliang said: Look, I said someone...

Aunt Zhang: ...There are really people...

Wei Wei came out aggressively and immediately locked onto Auntie, "Auntie, tell me, who wants to rob my house?"

The corners of Aunt Zhang's mouth twitched, "Yao Shou, don't I just like to gossip a little bit. This time I dug in front of the real owner and poked a hornet's nest. She secretly slapped myself twice."

"Is your surname Wei?" Aunt Zhang wanted to ask more questions.

"I am the current owner of this house. You haven't told me yet, who wants to rob my house?" Wei Wei looked like she was asking for the truth. She still had to explain to an outsider what her last name was.

"Hey, if your family wants to move back, you have to go to the street to report it quickly, and you have to bring the house deed." Aunt Zhang looked like she was just watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, "You have to hurry, I just saw the Wang family The old woman went to the street to do it secretly."

Aunt Zhang looks down on the Wang family. Since the introduction of the so-called economic rent, the Wang family, with dozens of people, large and small, has brought disaster to this literary street full of scholarly atmosphere.

When they catch a wealthy family, as long as there is no high-ranking official that they can fear, they will come to the house and insist on living in it, just like the rats on this street, they are very hostile to people.

If there are not a few old ladies and gentlemen in the Wang family who are angry, it will not be the style of the Wang family.

When Wei Wei heard this, he thought it was a good idea. After asking the street office where to go, he went to the street office aggressively.

Zhang Zeliang's eyes flashed, could this child really be a person? Even when going to the street office, you have to come forward on your own instead of looking for an adult.

When a child goes to the street office, she will sometimes suffer. Since she was deliberately recruited, she didn't care to help her subordinates deal with troublesome matters in advance.

The old god followed Wei Wei to the street office.

Wei Wei ran all the way to the subdistrict office. It was early in the morning, and the door of the subdistrict office was ajar. It looked like there was a ghost.

With Wei Wei's ears, he could already hear the muttering inside the door.

"Director Ma, I'll leave this to you." A low-pitched old female voice came into the ears of Wei Wei, who was very alert.

"Easy to say, easy to say..." Mixed with the excited baritone voice and the sound of "swishing" when collecting and counting money, both the person and the stolen goods were rewarded!

Wei Wei sneered and kicked the door open with anger. The door hit the wall behind the door with a 'bang' sound and bounced back quickly.

Relying on his lightness, he quickly stepped inside and pinched Director Ma's hand that stuffed the money with his little hand.

Half of the money had been stuffed into Director Ma's pocket, and half was still exposed. Wei Weiwei made a clever move with his hand. Director Ma's hand went numb, and Wei Wei pulled out the hand holding the money.

Director Ma hurriedly stretched out his other hand to grab it, and Mrs. Wang was obsessed with money. As soon as she saw the money, she reached out her hand reflexively. There were three hands, one white and tender, one yellow and black, and one full of wrinkles and blue veins. , but clutching the same stack of coins, there was silent silence at this time.

After catching the illegal transaction, Wei Wei's almond-shaped eyes flashed with a dangerous cold light, he raised his little face, and said with a hidden smile: "What are you doing? Bribery?" He pretended to be innocent and lively, knowingly asking questions, "Then I have to report the crime, there is a state here There are moths."

Mrs. Wang, who had silver hair all over her hair, changed her expression, and the panic on her face at being caught turned into a ferocious expression, "Little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about? I'll see if I don't tear your mouth apart."

After saying that, he let go of the money in his hand and rushed towards Wei Wei, thinking of catching Wei Wei and giving him a good beating to see if Wei Wei dared to open his mouth and grin.

Old Mrs. Wang never thought that as soon as she let go, Director Ma retracted his hand with a guilty conscience. It looked good, and this stack of money, which looked like a lot of money, fell into Wei Wei's hands.

Wei Wei spun around to avoid Mrs. Wang's big palm, "Does this count as evidence falling into my hands?"