Rebirth 79, starting from making my ex-wife regret

"Uncle Huang, are you home?"

After taking a look at the finger hanging on the door beam, Fang Lin walked in calmly.

Xie Yunwei shrank his head and followed Fang Lin into the yard.

This is a typical quadrangle with two courtyards, and it looks like the Chinese character "sun" when viewed from above.

After entering the gate, there is another gate diagonally opposite, with two gatehouses on both sides.

Entering the second courtyard, the view ahead suddenly opens up.

There were several empty houses with broken windows and removed doors.

There were broken pieces everywhere.

There was a recliner in the middle of the yard, on which lay an old man in his seventies.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man opened his eyes and sat up.

"Sir, your hand?"

Xie Yunwei took a closer look and saw that the old man was missing two fingers on his right hand.

The little finger on my left hand is also missing.

"Hey guys, are you the buyers introduced by Old Man Xie?"

The old man did not answer but asked instead.

"Uncle Huang's ancestral home is Tianjin, right?"

Fang Lin smiled faintly.

"Hahaha, good boy, there's something here, sit down."

Uncle Huang pointed at the mess around them and told the two to find a place to sit.

I have been in Beijing for more than 30 years and my Tianjin accent is long gone.

None of the neighbors know that Mr. Huang is from Tianjin.

As soon as we met, Fang Lin immediately told us his ancestral home, which was quite interesting.

Fang Lin picked up two bricks, placed them on the ground, and sat on them.

"Uncle Huang, you are a man of honor, so let's not talk nonsense. Just name a price, and if it's suitable, we can continue the discussion."

"If it's not suitable, don't blame me for not respecting the elderly. After all, business is business, don't you think so?"

The skinny Mr. Huang in front of me looked like he had barely any flesh on his body. He must have been a ruthless man when he was young.

One of Tianjin’s specialties, hunhun.

It is called rolling knife meat for short.

Others may not know about Mr. Huang’s affairs, but Mr. Xie, who is also from the lower class, knows it very well.

It is said that the cruel are afraid of the tough, and the tough are afraid of the desperate.

Uncle Huang is not only brave enough to risk his life, but he also dares to act like a scoundrel to you.

According to Uncle Xie.

The old guy has been hanging around in gangs since he was a teenager, relying on his risk of life to act like a rogue.

He carved out a territory for himself in Tianjin.

Later, he offended a great enemy and fled to Yanjing under an assumed name to avoid disaster.

Buy this courtyard house and live there.

Because he has not changed his gangster and scoundrel nature from his youth, he is outspoken and dares to say anything.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Mr. Huang was listed as a key target suspected of being an enemy spy.

He spent five years in jail and his house was confiscated.

After serving his sentence, he was sent back to his hometown. The street reserved a side room for him to live in and arranged for an old man to sweep the streets.

It was not until last year that the relevant departments implemented relevant policies and determined that he was not suspected of being an enemy spy.

The title deed to this courtyard house was returned.

Just as Xie Yunwei said.

Return the title deed and acknowledge that you are the owner of the house.

Whether you can occupy your own house alone depends on your personal ability.

It is a difficult task for others, but for Mr. Huang, an old gangster, it is easier than eating and drinking.

three fingers.

The other six residents were scared away.

Hanging a finger on the door acts as a door god.

Anyone who dares to eat his family should first think whether he dares to fight him to death.

"My dear, if you are happy, we are happy too. For three thousand dollars, this house is yours."

"Don't worry about what happens next. Just keep telling me I'm your second uncle and I'll transfer the ownership of this house to you."

Mr. Huang is also a bachelor. While he was making an offer, he also suggested a way to change houses.

"Don't think three thousand yuan is too much. Look at this house and this location. If you ask around in the whole of Yanjing, except for senior leaders, who dares to say that they can occupy a courtyard house all to themselves?"

Uncle Huang took out a cigarette and started smoking it.

"Look at the young people returning to Yanjing now. They all fight for houses. Their brains are almost broken into pieces."

"There are a dozen houses here. After a year or two, the higher-ups will allow people with private houses to rent them out. Otherwise, chaos will break out."

"You and your family can live in one or two rooms at most, or three rooms at most, and rent out the rest. It doesn't matter if it's more than that every month, you can still make 20 or 30 yuan."

"It's just over 300 yuan a year, man, decide for yourself whether it's worth it or not."

Uncle Huang pointed to several houses in the yard and asked the two to look at the houses outside.

There are more than a dozen rooms in the second courtyard.

As long as you pick it up, you can live there immediately.

"Uncle Huang, why don't you rent it out yourself? Why do you have to sell it?"

Feeling that Mr. Huang was a bit evil, Xie Yunwei winked at Fang Lin.

Otherwise, think about it again.

Three thousand yuan, why doesn’t the old man just rob?

I'm glad to say it's not expensive at all.

It's easy for the old man to say that he rents a house and eats tiles.

What if the wind direction remains unchanged and superiors still do not allow individuals to rent out their private properties?

"I have no children, I've never been married, and all my relatives and friends are dead. I might just close my eyes and kick my legs someday and die."

"If I die, the house might end up in the hands of that bastard. Why don't I save some money for myself first?"

Grandpa Huang cursed, "I've suffered so much for so many years. I've been sweeping the streets for twenty fucking years. It's time for me to be a master for a few days."

"With a large sum of money, enjoy yourself and live happily every day."

"Even if I die next month, I can still have a good life."

"..."

After hearing this, Xie Yunwei was speechless.

Every word the old man said made sense.

These days, there are many bastards who want to make a fortune from all the people in their family.

An old man in his seventies owns such a big yard.

If you die one day, there will definitely be a bunch of unknown relatives popping up.

Fang Lin thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Huang, how could I not want to take a look first?"

"Casual look."

Uncle Huang lay back in the recliner and motioned Fang Lin and Xie Yunwei to do as they please.

After going around each room for a while and looking at the structure of the house, Fang Lin made a decision in his mind.

can buy.

Anyway, you have to decorate the house after buying it, so other problems are not big.

As for the problem of the decoration team, it is also not difficult to solve.

There is not much in Yanjing except for many craftsmen.

Carpenter, bricklayer, and paperhanger.

These people can be found with the help of Uncle Xie.

"Three thousand, okay."

It was midnight when Fang Lin agreed to Mr. Huang's price.

Three thousand yuan is not a small amount of money, let alone now, even a few years later.

But for Fang Lin, it is not a huge sum of money.

There's really no point in bargaining with an old man who has suffered half his life.

"Man, it's great!"

Mr. Huang gave a thumbs up and praised: "If it were in the old society, with your courage, you would definitely be the number one man who could accomplish great things."

"You can live in this house. You never know when you might find gold."

"Uncle Huang, you are such a boaster. If there is gold underground, you would have dug it yourself long ago instead of leaving it to us."

Xie Yunwei rolled his eyes.

"Boy, don't disbelieve me. Do you know who the original owner of this house was?"

"Who?"

"The King of Hell Li back then."

Grandpa Huang stamped his hands on the ground and said, "Do you know how rich the Li family is? All the shops on half the street have to pay a share of the money to them. They have opened many longevity halls and employ hundreds of thugs."

"I bought this house not because it was cheap, but because I heard that when the eldest son of the Li family ran away, he buried a lot of treasures in the house."