With the purchasing system in hand, he is worshipped as a god by international students

"...Are you okay?" Qiu Ling stepped into the yard, staring at the iron basin that was dented in the ground.

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The bottom of this basin is still a bit thick.

The corners of Jiang Chengwei's eyes were slightly red, and he covered his forehead with his hands, clenching his back teeth in pain.

Before he could say anything, a middle-aged woman in a red down jacket and curly hair in the yard screamed, "Murder! You murdered someone! It's ok that you're arrogant and domineering in the yard, but now you've beaten up an outsider. Brother, tell her to pay! She must pay!"

Jiang Chengwei was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

The man next to the woman in red pulled her arm pleadingly and whispered, "Okay, stop making trouble. Give me some face in front of outsiders."

The woman in red shook off the man's hand in frustration and scolded him, "Am I the one making trouble? It was obviously that bitch who pushed me first! This is also my home, why should I leave just because she enters the kitchen?

The kitchen is shared, I can use it as long as I want, it doesn't bother her at all!"

Under the eaves, there stood a middle-aged couple. The man was holding the woman's arm. They seemed to be a couple.

The woman was wearing a gray cotton jacket and felt guilty for accidentally hurting someone. She originally wanted to come over to see how Jiang Chengwei was injured, but when she heard the woman in red biting and scratching, she became anxious again.

"Shut up! You're old and your butt is loose, so your farts are so loud!

When did I not allow you to enter the kitchen? I was cleaning the kitchen, would you starve to death if you waited for ten minutes?

Who is like you? You make the stove dirty when you cook, and you take the food away without cleaning it. You know the kitchen is for the public? So you don’t have any sense of public morality? How dare you! "

The simple woman's husband just stood aside. No matter how his wife made a fuss, he did not join in. He just kept his eyes on the "battlefield" all the time.

The war is about to start.

Both sides rolled up their sleeves and prepared to pull each other's hair.

"Okay!" An old but powerful voice sounded.

Qiu Ling raised her eyes and saw an old lady leaning on a cane, trembling as she turned out from the corner of the alley. Her face was squeezed together due to her frown, and it looked somewhat like a spread-out hand-pulled pancake.

The first impression Qiu Ling had was that although she was old, she kept herself clean and energetic.

"What are you arguing about? What are you making a fuss about? There are more than just two families living in this compound! You are so old and still fighting, do you have any shame? Aren't you ashamed?!" The old lady's question was loud and clear.

Both families blushed.

The man who was watching the show under the eaves stepped forward and pulled his simple wife back.

The woman in red turned her face away indignantly, snorting a few times.

She doesn't seem like someone who would obey discipline and listen to the old lady. I guess she is the most prestigious person in this courtyard.

The old lady walked up to Jiang Chengwei and said, "Young man, you have a bump on your forehead."

Qiu Ling turned his head and saw, hey, it’s true!

It’s a big round bag, like a horn.

Jiang Chengwei smiled with difficulty, "Old man, I'm fine."

The old lady said softly, "Please come in, I will rub you with safflower oil."

"Thank you, but I won't need it for now." Jiang Chengwei coughed lightly, not wanting to turn around and let Qiu Ling see his ugly appearance. "I'm the agent, this is Miss Qiu, she wants to buy a courtyard house, and we're here to look at the house today."

Hearing this, everyone present's eyes lit up.

Their courtyard house has been listed with many real estate agencies, but no one has come to see it. Who would have thought that someone would come today?

"Oh, you really don't recognize a great man!"

"Ms. Qiu, come in and sit down!"

"Come, come, come to my house!"

Someone disdainfully retorted, "Have you cleaned up your house? Don't let people get suffocated."

The person who was refuted said unhappily: "Shut up, you bring men back to the house every day, can your stool be used for sitting?"

"you!"

"Ahem!" The old lady interrupted the argument with a light cough.

He smiled and said to Qiu Ling: "If Miss Qiu doesn't mind, please come to my house to talk."

"Okay." Among the people present, only the old lady seemed to be emotionally stable.

As he walked in, Qiu Ling discovered many illegal buildings, which made the passage small and narrow.

The old lady explained: "Many of our families have lived here since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Until now, there are at least seven or eight people in each family. When there are more people, there are not enough rooms, so we can only expand the house to the empty yard, otherwise there will be no room."

When passing an alley, the old lady stopped and said, "This used to be a hanging flower gate, but too many people moved in and thought it was in the way, so they demolished it."

Qiu Ling: "You seem to be very familiar with this courtyard."

A hint of pride appeared on the old lady's face. "My family was the first to live in this courtyard. At that time, there were only three families."

Qiu Ling nodded and muttered, "No wonder there are several exits here."

Under the eager gazes of the crowd, Qiu Ling and Jiang Chengwei followed the old lady into the upper room.

There were sundries piled up everywhere outside, but the room upstairs was clean and tidy, giving people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

Without the old lady's invitation, everyone else stood outside, craning their necks with curiosity, but no one rushed into the room rashly, and were relatively well-behaved.

"Please sit down." The old lady was still in good health. She first poured tea for the two of them, and then went to the room and took out a bottle of safflower oil.

The husband of the woman in red volunteered to sneak in, snatched the safflower oil from the old lady, and said with a playful smile: "Little brother, let me help you rub it!"

Well, people here behave a little bit, but not much.

The old lady was a little unhappy. She pursed her lips and finally said nothing more.

This man looks gentle and polite, but his behavior is not steady at all. He says he wants to help, but his eyes glance at Qiu Ling intentionally or unintentionally.

The gaze was too obvious, so Qiu Ling deliberately raised her eyes to look at him, and he immediately lowered his head with a wry smile.

The old lady took a deep breath and said, "I think the agent has told you the general situation. I will mention it again. This is a three-courtyard house with 18 families living in it. We are not selling it individually. We hope that the buyer can buy the whole yard.

Don't worry, we will never haggle with the buyer like other compounds do. I just want to say that if Ms. Qiu really wants to buy it, we will not drag our feet. We just hope you can give us a few days to find a place to live."

"Of course." Qiu Ling took a sip of tea and raised an eyebrow, "I wonder what the old man's sincere price is?"

"1300."

Jiang Chengwei stood up slightly, "Didn't you say 1240 million before? Why did the price increase?"

It would be fine if the price increased a little, but it increased by a full 60, which is enough to buy another commercial house!

It is quite a headache to encounter a seller who raises the price at will without informing the agent.

Plus there was a bump on my head, which made it even more painful.

The gentleman who was rubbing Jiang Chengwei's head paused and spoke actively: "Little brother, what you said is wrong. The housing prices have been rising every day. 1240 million was the price a month ago.

Besides, we live here ourselves, and we have to spend money on repairs every year. Look at this yard and this room, they are so well kept! They are not like other houses with shabby yards. "

Qiu Ling said calmly, "You spent money on repairs because you want to live in the house, not because you know you will have to sell it one day. I shouldn't be responsible for this expense."

He said, "Ms. Qiu, what you said is not true! If we hadn't preserved the house so well, you would have bought a shabby house."

"Do you think this house is good now?" Qiu Ling looked outside. "The wall and building are well preserved, but the things that shouldn't be demolished have been demolished, and there are too many sundries. At first glance, it looks broken and rotten. If I really want to say it's good, it's just a little cleaner than other courtyard houses, but it's not worth it. I can still achieve the same effect by hiring a cleaner, and it won't cost that much.

Increase the price by 60, haha..."

Qiu Ling glanced at him and sneered, "If what you said is true, I have to renovate this house after I buy it, then shouldn't the money I spend on renovations also be charged to you?"

"Well, this house is yours after I sold it to you. Why do you want us to pay for repairs?"

"Yes, this house is not mine yet, why do you want me to pay for the renovation?" Qiu Ling said coldly, "Forget it, since you are not sincere about selling it, there is nothing to say."

Qiu Ling stood up and said, "Xiao Jiang, let's go, take me to see another set."

Jiang Chengwei understood the deeper meaning of the words and was about to leave.

Although there is no other set, it still needs to be done well!