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I really should look at the almanac before going out today.

Not to mention that the house he was looking at was in vain, and he also met an eyesore, who was obviously older than him but insisted on calling him brother. The intentions of pretending to be young can be said to be very sinister.

There was no obvious shift in Quan Wei's facial features, but his face came from his heart, and the feeling of disgust came out immediately. He didn't mean to hide it, and said bluntly: "Well, it's me."

The 5 men and 1 woman standing opposite him are members of a real estate speculator group in Qingshan City. I can't look down on these people with eighteen bends in their minds.

The leader of the group is the man who talked to him at the front, his name is Zheng Fei, he is very hypocritical, but he likes to treat himself as a big brother, he feels that Quan Wei disrespects him and does not show him face, and he is very polite when they meet. There is something in the words.

Of course, this is only Quan Wei's unilateral, subjective impression after the fallout. When he can still get along in harmony, at most he feels that this person is a little too enthusiastic.

Zheng Fei had a happy round face, and when he smiled, his eyes were narrowed into slits. He looked like the kind of familiar expert, and he was not angry if Quan didn't respect his elders. He took out a cigarette and said, "Brother Quan will definitely Has it gotten bigger again? The real estate you bought has basically skyrocketed."

Quan Wei has no hobby of underestimating himself, so he didn't take Zheng Fei's cigarettes, and he didn't say that today's trip was for nothing, so as not to see the crocodile's tears. He just raised his chin towards the door and said: "Don't put a high hat on me, Which one of you hasn’t stepped on the real estate I stepped on? It’s okay, Lao Zheng, you can make a fortune in silence, my old iron is waiting for me outside, hurry up, let’s go.”

He is a typical liar and does not make drafts. Ever since he had express delivery and takeaway, he has been welding at home. When Quan Wei said this, Sun Shaoning was training the turtle to hurdle on the balcony. There was only air waiting for him outside the sales office. .

In the past, thanks to Zheng Fei's efforts, his relationship with Quan Wei was not bad with his eyes closed. His rich experience of hot face and cold butt told him that Quan Wei is a lone ranger, so Zheng Fei knew this when he heard it. People want to get away, and he hasn't started what he wants to say, so naturally he won't let Quan Wei just go.

So Zheng Fei stretched out his arm to block Quan Wei's way, and said with a kind smile: "It's been so long, don't rush away, let's go have a meal together, let the brothers come together, everyone has gained a lot today, let's communicate together Let's communicate."

Their real estate speculators really made a lot of money today, not to mention an average of two or three houses per person, and privately completed the reservation of 27 houses with Jin Cheng.

Tatbooking is fake buying and selling. Zheng Fei is responsible for providing 27 people to buy a house. When the developer finds a more suitable buyer, both parties file an application to cancel the purchase of the house. After the approval of the housing management office, the houses will return to the developer. hands.

This is a low-pay, high-return win-win model. The real estate speculators can easily win the internal price and thank you fees, and the developers can control the market, asking for higher housing prices and profits at the peak of the property market, or in the market. In times of recession, it creates the illusion that people are still hot.

It's just that such benefits, the right to withdraw from the group is no blessing to enjoy.

Quan Wei didn't care at all, his eyes stayed on Zheng Fei's arm for a few seconds, and he refused quickly and perfunctorily: "I can't do it today, my buddy has an appointment in the morning, let's do it next time."

Zheng Fei asked the bottom line and said: "What inspection? Can't you push it back? You are a dragon who sees the beginning and the end, and I don't know when I will meet you next time."

"Don't dare to push," Quan Wei stretched out his hand as if to touch his arm, and smiled with eight teeth, "AIDS."

A thunder on the ground was enough, Zheng Fei was stunned for a moment, but the reflexes of his limbs were as fast as lightning. Seeing that Quan Wei was about to touch his arm, he retracted without thinking.

Quan Wei took advantage of the situation and walked away, despising other people's low consciousness while walking, so why speculate in real estate if he is so afraid of death.

When Zheng Fei realized that he had been cheated, the tall and long-legged Quan Wei had already arrived at the door. Zheng Fei's purpose of ridicule was not achieved, and the smile on his face gradually turned into disdain. My little boy will regret it one day.

Real estate speculation is a metaphysics. Unless the real estate speculators have a strong background, they can fight alone. Individuals like them who started with a small cost will basically not achieve much if they do not form a group.

The threshold for bank loans is high, and the interest rate of private loans is high. Relatives and friends are not helping the poor, and the only way out is crowdfunding.

Crowdfunding is to enter a relatively stable and reliable entrepreneurial circle. Those who have money will contribute money, and those who have no money will borrow a little first. The ratio of risks and benefits is agreed, and everyone will make a fortune together.

Zheng Fei entered this circle early, because he met Quan Wei several times in a row in different real estates. This person was high-end and dressed strangely. Zheng Fei had been paying attention to him for a while, and felt that it was because his colleagues deliberately went to talk to him before he met him. He needed more attention. There are many partners, but everyone needs money, so he pulled Quan Wei into the group.

This is an opportunity that many real estate speculators can't ask for. It's good if the administrator doesn't have T people. Who knows that Quan Wei is shameless, and it's fine if he doesn't abide by the group rules. Later, he even opened the group.

Although there are tens of thousands of QQ groups in China, the group leader is an official anyway, not to mention other places, he is the boss in the group anyway, Zheng Fei is a little swollen when he is called "big brother" and "big brother", and he can't remember when he doesn't meet A person like Quan Wei, when he thinks about it, he can't swallow his breath anymore, wishing Quan Wei would capsize in the gutter.

It’s just that the ship capsized, it’s not that bad, today was at most a bit unlucky, Quan Wei stood under the sun for a while, and divided the anger generated in this building into two equal parts, half of which was counted on Yang Zhen’s head, and the remaining half , He went to find the culprit, Sun Shaoning, for a drink.

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After Huang Jin sent Yang Zhen into the CT room, the only feeling he felt was that he wanted to kneel down on the spot. The weight of a comatose person was equivalent to a mountain. Fortunately, the manager had foresight and sent a colleague to help him run errands.

It was a hot day and I had a lot of exercise. My colleagues went downstairs to buy water. Because Yang Zhen lost consciousness, Huang Jin didn't dare to go far, so he had to stand at the door of the radiation room and wait.

During the interval between swiping his phone, he belatedly remembered to ask himself, when did he have such a good relationship with Yang Zhen, and he actually carried him here in a panic.

At that time, it was purely an impulse to save people, but now I can't think of a reason. Huang Jin's nature is almost that of a fool.

Fifteen minutes later, the doctor in the observation room opened the door to call Yang Zhen's family members, and Huang Jin followed in, only to realize that the situation was not optimistic.

Yang Zhen had a slight concussion, which was not a big problem. The troublesome thing was that there was a small piece of blood in his brain, which needs to be checked again when he wakes up.

For Huang Jin, the biggest question is when Yang Zhen will wake up. Fortunately, reality is full of hope most of the time. In the fourth hour after being admitted to the hospital, Yang Zhen opened his eyes.

Waking up from a dream is still a dream.

The top of the head and the wall were still white. Zhang Shuyu stared at the transparent round tube in front of him, and saw the water flowing along the tube wall to a needle in his hand, and then was covered by the white cloth, but no water stains came out. .

The water can't disappear out of thin air, that is, there is a small mechanism at the bottom. Zhang Shuyu raised his hand to look at it, but a burst of pain immediately appeared on the back of his hand.

The blood line quickly flowed upwards along the infusion tube, not to mention the leakage of the infusion needle, their ancient people had no information, and they had never even seen a dragon sucking water. Zhang Shuyu was stunned for a moment until the blood color rose halfway up. Mi, the stinging pain in his hand was so severe that he couldn't accept it, so he pushed the person who was sleeping on the bedside.

Huang Jin rarely had the opportunity to take a nap. He was not particularly willing to wake up after being pushed, his head was arched in his arms, and he was willing to lift it up after 3 yawns. Then he saw Yang Zhen sitting up by himself, with the corner of his mouth still Grinning away, the other party pointed his index finger horizontally and said, "This..."

Huang Jin looked at the point, and was immediately frightened by the hanging blood and said "Damn", he complained and cursed "Why didn't you say it earlier", and immediately jumped up and ran out of the ward.

Looking at his anxious back, Zhang Shuyu felt a little warmth in his heart. He had no experience in dealing with it. He held his hands up and put them down, and he sat down like a sculpture. The elder brother in the next bed couldn't stand it any longer. I couldn't stop opening my mouth to remind him: "Put that hand down, it's back to blood, don't raise it so high."

Zhang Shuyu said "Thank you" to his lips, and suddenly remembered that others might not understand, so he nodded politely.

The nurse came very quickly, drawing out the needle while giving a lesson, especially Huang Jin, as the caregiver, contracted most of the artillery fire.He was wronged as Dou E, spread his hands and hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't dare to quibble, and expressed his helplessness to Yang Zhen through the nurse.

Zhang Shuyu looked at the badge and knew that his name was Huang Jin. This man looked innocent and his eyes were clean. Looking at the people around him, regardless of gender, everyone dared to look directly into each other's eyes when talking, raised their chests, and strode forward. Walking away, Zhang Shuyu has never seen such a willful and open-minded look in any piece of land in the Central Plains.

Leaving Dayan, leaving Kuyu, leaving He Xingyuan, Zhang Shuyu is already dead, his fate is treacherous, he has no way to retreat, but if he dies nothingness, he will definitely gain something if he survives, and the unknown can give him a little hope , it can be imagined that Uncle Zhao and the others have also come here.

If fate made him wake up instead of Yang Zhen, then maybe he should also try to live for this missing soul, but he and Yang Zhensu don't know each other, even with Yang Zhen's name, he can only live as himself.This will inevitably bring about an unavoidable problem. Yang Zhen's old acquaintance will definitely recognize that he is not himself. How will he explain it then?

However, the boat went straight to the bridge, and modern medicine had long since found a way out for him to avoid being burned to death as a ghost or monster.

It didn't take long for the careless Huang Jin to find out that something was wrong with Yang Zhen. His questions were neither too many nor difficult, but Yang Zhen didn't know what to ask.

Huang Jin: "Brother Yang, how do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Zhang Shuyu said calmly: "My head hurts, but everything else is fine."

Huang Jin immediately felt a kind of strange politeness. Yang Zhen was usually either answering the phone or calling, and rarely looked at him directly. Huang Jin thought it was his helping hand that made a difference, so he said brilliantly : "That's good, by the way, who is that man who pushed you at the sales office? Why did you suddenly fight?"

Only then did Zhang Shuyu realize that Yang Zhen had been beaten to death. He made mental preparations, and then said to Huang Jin, "I don't know."

Huang Jin didn't believe it: "How come you don't know? He asked you to explain, and you said that you have already explained it. This is obviously someone he knows."

That was someone Yang Zhen knew, and Zhang Shuyu said truthfully, "I don't know him."

Huang Jin actually felt strange at this time, but he hadn't come to a conclusion yet. He thought for a while and said, "Then, what about No. 66 in the sales office? How can you and the client work together?"

This was another sentence that he couldn't understand. Zhang Shuyu understood it purely by intuition. He gestured on his neck and said, "No. 66, is that the one with the black iron necklace?"

Xuan, Xuan Tie?

For a moment, Huang Jin felt that he was hallucinating, but suddenly the sentence No. 66 "He said you don't sell houses, but rice and cotton" floated in his mind. He blinked, because the only hobby in normal times is to watch something without thinking about it. He was a little anxious: "Brother Yang, do you still remember who I am?"

Zhang Shuyu shook his head, Huang Jin thought in a daze that it was over and he fell stupid, and then he stood up and was about to call for a doctor, but after taking two steps, he became obsessive-compulsive, turned around and said in a daze: "Brother Yang, that... that necklace is not Black iron is stainless steel."

Zhang Shuyu said "hmm", and the dentist's instinct made him subconsciously ask: "What is stainless steel?"

"that is……"

Huang Jin got stuck, first he found it difficult to define the things that he took for granted in daily life, and then he felt dull that he might, it seemed, he might have made a bad start.

If Yang Zhen really lost his common sense, then the problem of stainless steel alone would have to go from stainless steel to steel to alloy to the periodic table of elements, and then back to Mendeleev to chemistry to natural science, and finally maybe Digging into the origin of the universe, Huang Jin thought that if he had this level of knowledge and the ability to impart it, he wouldn't be used as an intermediary for hard-working people.

You can't just pretend to be forceful, and this wind can't last forever. Huang Jin smiled awkwardly and said, "Uh, um...it's Xuantie!"

After speaking, he rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and slipped away.

If Zhang Shuyu was more advanced and traveled through the system with him, a friendly reminder might pop up in his consciousness right now: Your friend, Mr. Huang, who misunderstood his son, is already online.

It's a pity that he was forced to do it blindly. Apart from Yalang's own experience and eyesight, he didn't even have the assistance of the memory of his predecessor. Zhang Shuyu could see that Huang Jin didn't answer. Keep this name in mind first, and then figure it out when there is a chance. Then he was thinking, and he felt something moving on his right leg, and at the same time, a burst of music came.

Zhang Shuyu lowered her head, fumbled out a small black square from her trouser pocket, it was no bigger than a palm, with one side glowing slightly, with red, green and a bunch of small circles with patterns on it, and three white squares on top. The word: usury.

This is a mobile phone and an incoming call, but Zhang Shuyu didn't recognize it at the time, he just put it on the bed, not only surprised that it could play, but also thinking about how to stop it, because it made everyone look here.

In the end, the elder brother who was resting next to him couldn't take it anymore, and shouted to him: "If you don't answer, hang up, it's annoying to death."

If he asked how to pick up or hang up, the other party's reaction would probably be similar to Huang Jin's. Zhang Shuyu thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry, my hands are inconvenient. Could you please help me pick it up?"