Fangro

Based on the large number of fans, the comment section of the proprietress and customer service of the second-tier Hanfu store and the second-tier Shenzhou series coser [Emperor is the next] is in full swing.

[The little handsome boy who sells mushrooms]: nice er

[Wei Jinfeng]: Are you looking for a writer for the new style?suitable.

[Lan Zhuju]: Please forgive me for being blind, I didn't see which father this is.

[Guan Guan Zhunji]: Touching the head upstairs, but my old eyes have already seen everything, Xiao Huang, you actually made an appointment with my aunt in the village! ! !

[Sister of Suhuan Village]: What the fuck!But wuli's four limbs are not diligent, didn't the stupid big brother hurt his hand by knocking on walnuts hahahaha

[I'm a fan because I'm a fan]: Upstairs +1, Xiao Huang 123, please unravel the mystery of big hands.

[Eleven Tong]: Wake up upstairs!Not a male god, the strokes are different!But also roar!

[Heaven and earth]: My mother!This cursive is quite a hero!I like me!

[Chop your hands together and calculate what you want]: Generation after generation of talented people come out, and every one they come out is better than me!

[Unhappy every day]: Jealousy makes me a fan orz

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16 fans quickly contributed to the comments, and the village aunt who was repeated Aite is the one with the largest number of fans among writing bloggers. She has a good temper, can withstand ridicule, looks like a boy face enough, and can write several fonts , is a big hit on Weibo.The village aunt is considered a very approachable one among the great gods known on the Internet, and she immediately came to join in when she saw the excitement.

[Suhuan Village]: Oh my god, who wrote this, it’s the one with the thumb, thumb.jpg.

Another wave of enthusiasm exploded in the comment area.

[Orange Fat is the cutest]: It’s thundering, it’s raining, and it’s coming to kick the gym. Will the village fight for one?

[Four I don't know]: Seek to fight

[Song Xiaoqing]: please

[Not washing hair for three days]: Our village aunt is modest and cute, and she praises everyone she sees.

[How deep is the tea]: Even the village aunt is boasting, I'm going to betray my friends.

[Indulging in learning]: Don't fall for now, save it in the pre-fan wait-to-observe column.

[Chestnut Shell Roast Chicken]: Don't make trouble upstairs, I didn't even see a ghost.

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Before midnight, this Weibo was forwarded to Fang Siyuan's homepage. He didn't have the eyesight to recognize that it was his brother Yang's handwriting at a glance, but Fang Siyuan also forwarded it, because the original PO girl was from China like him. The famous player on the list is just that he is a technical streamer, and that one is from the local tyrants.

[Xuemandao] also has a lot of fans, so the word Yang Zhen has a high degree of attention.

The local tyrant Xiao Huang asked for characters to prepare for the new Hanfu in the store. This version is chivalrous, but the girl who designed it suddenly had a fit and wanted to show the name of the series on the clothes. For this reason, the studio has become a big problem. It looks good and fits the design, and the difficulty goes up immediately.

But Xianyu also has to have a dream, and the concept is also very interesting. Everyone hurriedly harassed the gods from all walks of life. The first one to make an appointment was the village aunt, but this right hand is currently "disabled", and in reality she is also a very busy person. , declined very firmly.

The studio had to switch to other bloggers, but either there was no schedule, or the style was not suitable, and it was so difficult to produce that it was shelved for two months, and it was picked up again because of boredom.

There are not a few cuties who ask to reveal Yang Zhen’s vest, [Emperor Benedict] sees it, and finds it a bit difficult. It’s not that she is reluctant to bring Yang Zhencao’s traffic, but this Weibo history definitely breaks girls’ fantasies, but They are three-dimensional people who are willing to share, and they can't cover up good people and good things, and other people's writing is really beautiful.

Xiao Huang struggled for a while, and decided to look at this person's strength and integrity first. If it was all right, then she would ask Yang Zhen when the manuscript was received, and if she was willing to play on Weibo, she would bring him out, but she had to remind him to delete it first. history.

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The person involved, Yang Zhen, was far away from the Internet, unaware of the waves he caused on the Internet, and was washing dishes virtuously.

In fact, Quan Wei wasn't so exhausted that he couldn't even wash a soup bowl. He just enjoyed the feeling of Yang Zhen accommodating him, and blatantly stood at the kitchen door to take pictures.

Yang Zhen caught a glimpse of him making small movements, turned his face sideways cooperatively, and made a scissors hand to the camera.

It was pitch black outside, and there was no good light when the lights were turned on. Yang Zhen's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the photos he took were still pockmarked, but Quan Wei was very satisfied with the natural atmosphere in the roughness. Like anything deliberate.

Fortunately, Yang Zhen is still quite photogenic. Most of the photos are just ordinary, and there is still a little distance from the material of the emoji.Quan Wei will take a picture from time to time, and when I save enough, I will wash it out, seal it in a photo album and put it away.

From finishing the meal to washing the dishes, the talk of the house continues.

Quan Wei no longer has traces of being born in a wealthy family, shopping festivals will collect bills, go to the supermarket to look for more discounted items, and drive a low-end Chevrolet, but none of these can erase the fact that he has gold in his mouth Spoon was born.

When he was a child, he was picked up by a good car when he went to school. When he had nothing to do, he saw his grandma counting money at home, and then lent it to others in bundles.Moreover, Jiang Rui intends to train him to be his successor. When he entered junior high school, he took him to play in shops, clothing stores, small commodity stores, food stalls, and then real estate speculation.

Jiangzhou real estate speculators carry a bag of cash each, and Quan Wei has witnessed the grand occasion of sweeping the entire real estate like cutting leeks, and then he moves a bench to guard his own floor, waiting for the agent to bring someone to see the house and pay the money .

He was attracted by the huge amount of transactions and profits, so that although the family property was wiped out later, his concept could not be changed, and he couldn't care about money.

"I'm not used to sitting in an office, I can't stand other people's orders, and I don't like the fixed salary," Quan Wei said with self-knowledge. 100% subsidy, and there is also a subsidy for those above 90 square meters. I think the property market is about to rise, so I borrowed a set of big two-bedrooms that can be converted into three-bedrooms in the best location in the city center."

A student who has just graduated dares to put all his eggs in one basket to bet on the bullish property market that has not risen. If this kind of courage fails to succeed, he can only lose his crotch.

But Quan Wei was sure that it would go up at that time, maybe Jiang Rui taught well, or maybe he was born to eat this bowl of rice. After a year, the real estate in the city center was wiped out, and the price began to slowly spread to the surrounding area .

Yang Zhen was keenly aware of the key points, and asked curiously: "House speculation is the same as doing business, you must first have capital. Didn't you just start working? How did you get the down payment for the first house?"

It’s a bit sad to say this, but time can dilute all emotions, Quan Wei doesn’t feel so heartbroken when he mentions it now, it’s just that time flies, and in this flash, the two old people who brought him up have passed away for more than 10 years.

Quan Wei: "My old man gave it to me. On the first day of his death, he gave me a passbook with a little over 30 yuan in it. He said it was stuffed into him by my grandma for my school use."

When Jiang Rui passed away, the Quan family had already sold out all the money. No one thought that the old lady would secretly save a sum of money for her grandson in preparation for a rainy day.

It is said that the cunning rabbit's three caves, this money is her private money and some gold bars that she didn't pay attention to. When Jiang Rui saw that the money invested in the real estate market was lost, he took the money away before the debtor came to the door. The gold bars were bundled with newspaper and foam, stuffed into a snakeskin bag of millet, and delivered to Luo Ruisheng by someone.

Luo Ruisheng had never been in contact with their rich family in his whole life, which was the main reason why the money slipped through the net.

However, Luo Ruisheng is poor and has a lot of ambition. Children from other families have sponsored one after another, and his grandson goes to school, and he doesn't need this arrogant old lady to pay for it, so Luo Ruisheng kept the money in a low-key manner for 4 Years, it was not until he was diagnosed with cancer that the time was running out before he took out the booklet.

When Quan Wei saw Yu Yu back then, his vision went dark, shock, anger, and laughter were all intertwined, which made him tremble so much that he didn't know what to do.

He put down his self-esteem and went around to borrow money, but it turned out that he had such a sum in his hand. He asked Luo Ruisheng loudly why he didn't take it out earlier, but the old man had his own consciousness about illness, life and death, and he just explained where he needed the money More to go.

Quan Wei went to work with that money in his pocket. He had a bad personality, and the leaders he met were mean. After earning his first pot of gold, he resigned and entered the real estate market.

Looking at his current status, Yang Zhen knew that he must have hidden sweetness in his first test of gold, but real estate speculation is a kind of speculation after all, and he has to pay back when he comes out. Yang Zhen smiled and said: "You speculated from the beginning. Up to now, have you ever paid any compensation?"

Quan Wei: "Walking and wrestling, how can you not pay? The rule is to earn and lose."

Yang Zhen poked his sore spot and said, "Which time did you lose the most?"

"14 years," Quan Wei said while thinking, "The preferential policy in that year was that the down payment was reduced to 20%, and the leverage was 1:4. As a result, the market fell infinitely, and the house price fell below 20%. A lot, the house is sold, not to mention the principal is gone, and I owe money to the bank."

Yang Zhen: "Then how did you get your money back?"

Quan Wei said without changing his face: "I went to the bank and bought a few auction houses with very low prices. I held them in my hands and watched them for a few months, and the market changed again."

Yang Zhen: "What is an auction house?"

Quan Wei: "It's the kind that after the housing price falls below the leverage, the buyer sees that the principal is gone, and they are not ready to repay the loan. The house becomes a bad debt, and the bank takes it back to auction at a reduced price."

Yang Zhen digested for a while. He didn't know whether to say that he had foresight, or he made a blind move with his eyes closed. Just after losing money, he didn't even slow down, so he went to the tiger mountain of the real estate market again. Aren’t you afraid that the property market won’t bounce?”

"I'm afraid, but I'm still greedy. I want to spend the least amount of effort to make money. It's definitely not as much as doing a big business, but it's much better than doing a small business and going to work honestly." Quan Wei winked at him, "Now the house is too. It's yours, and you'll feel it soon."

"Refused," Yang Zhen said with a smile, "I'm timid, so just do my agency business honestly."

Seeing that he finished wiping his hands, Quan Wei came over and led someone into the bedroom, playing hooliganism while walking: "I don't know, you've already slept with me."

Yang Zhen pinched the back of his neck with his free hand from behind: "Hey, do you still have a face?"

Quan Wei touched the back of his neck and held his wrist, pulled it to the front and pasted it on his face: "Also, touch it yourself."

The temperature of the skin on his face is lower than that of his palm, and the touch feels cool and delicate. Yang Zhen subconsciously scraped it twice with his fingertips, feeling a little distracted. He pretended to be surprised and said: "Yo! It's really there, I really didn't think about it." ..."

Before he finished speaking, Quan Wei suddenly pulled down the hand that was sticking to his face, and at the same time bent down suddenly, pushing him up with his back.

"If you tease me again, I'll throw you over the shoulder."

Yang Zhen lifted his feet off the ground, and with a smile in his voice, he begged for mercy plainly: "Don't dare, the good man spares his life."

The "good guy" thought he was more sensible, so he threw him on the bed.