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The market has revived recently. Before halfway through January, Huang Jin signed three purchase orders. Money is the best blood, and he is full of energy every day.

It's been a long time since we parted, and Yang Zhen has long been left behind by him. When we met here unexpectedly, Huang Jin was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yang Zhen calmly. In this way, I can't say that there has been any change, but I feel that he seems to be doing well.

His hair is black, his face is refreshing, and his clothes are monotonous black, white and gray. Under the astonishment on his face, the original smile has not faded. At first glance, he looks like a very gentle person, and it is easy to make people feel good.

Huang Jin met Yang Zhen's gaze. At this time, the latter had recovered, and nodded to him with a surprised smile. Huang Jin's mood suddenly became complicated. If he deceived others by himself, he would never be able to do it. It's like a normal person.

He narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly in his heart, turned his eyes away and walked away, so as not to let his revenge flare up, he couldn't help but sneer at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen hit a snag, felt a little depressed, sighed secretly, sent the couple to the subway entrance, and gave them a business card for more contact.

Coincidentally, what Huang Jin took to see today happened to be the house represented by Yang Zhen, and he formed a competition with Yang Zhen invisibly and ignorantly.

Fang Siyuan has been very busy recently.

His adoptive father's surgery fee needs to be paid first, and he can only apply for medical insurance after the treatment is complete. However, his stepmother is also a full-time housewife, and she needs money for hospital infusions, crying all day long for money.

Fang Siyuan lives day by day, he doesn't have a lot of money, and he takes a bunch of orders every day, and his youth hostel landlord Jiang Li is a troublesome person. Going to the comic exhibition to join in the fun, applied for a booth to sell peripherals, Fang Siyuan went to sleep after playing, and received the courier when he woke up, too busy to go to Yang Zhen to play.

But Fang Siyuan suddenly came to WeChat in the afternoon: Brother Yang, I beg you for something. My friend wants to buy a house. You understand this. Can you accompany us to see it?

Yang Zhen typed in with a smile: What is there to ask for, I dare not explain it clearly, it is no problem if time permits.

It took a while for Fang Siyuan to reply, probably because he had asked the person involved: this Friday morning.

Yang Zhen hasn't rested this week, so he can adjust it: yes, let me know which real estate.

Fang Siyuan: Half-degree Junshan.

Yang Zhen searched and found that it was a new real estate outside the third ring road. The two agreed on a way to meet, Fang Siyuan's friend would drive to pick him up, and the matter was settled.

Quan Wei was as quiet as a chicken in the afternoon, and he must have been very busy. Yang Zhen got on a whim when he got off work, and suddenly got on the subway opposite, and went to the suburbs by car. of.

The house was very remote, and it took 40 minutes to change to the bus after getting off the subway. Yang Zhen felt that it took too long, so he took an express bus.

The more Quan Wei went down the renovation, the less he wanted to sell it.

Most of the people who decorate him are his own people. There are masons and electricians among the villagers in the Chaorui market. The cobbler did it in a mess.

In the end, he didn't know whether it was because he contributed a part of the labor force, or he wanted to have a home more after he had a partner. Before the kick was finished, he felt that this was one of the most pleasing houses he had ever seen.

The space is large enough, quiet, and bright. There are 3 large parks in a row after the back door, and the natural sanctuary for the elderly is gone.

If you don't want to sell it, then you won't sell it. After Quan Wei makes up his mind to come here with Yang Zhen for the elderly, he will do it more personally.

When Yang Zhen arrived at the door, the cutting machine in the room roared and spit out thick dust like blowing sand. He was carrying waste materials out with a master, with his back to the door, and he didn't notice anyone coming.

Yang Zhen didn't call him, and when he stepped back and walked to the door, he saw feet outside the threshold from the corner of his eyes, and turned around with a surprised expression.

"Why did you come here? All the way away." Quan Wei smiled and raised his head at him, signaling him to give way in the direction of his head.

Yang Zhen stepped aside to open the door: "Let me see how you are doing."

"Busy a flower, go in and see for yourself," Quan Wei and the master temporarily carried the waste to the elevator door, and when they came back, Yang Zhen had already gone in.

The dust in the room was so thick that it choked the nose, Yang Zhen came in in a suit, and immediately attracted everyone's attention, but everyone was busy, and the noise was too loud, so no one asked about him for the time being.

Yang Zhen tried his best to avoid places with people, tools and materials, and walked around the living room. The house is more than 90 square meters, and it only has two bedrooms. Each space is very grand. If this layout is placed in the second ring road, There is no 2 million that can't come down.

Quan Wei leaned close to him, put the peaked cap used to block dust on his head better than nothing, took off the gloves and wiped the tip of his nose with the back of his finger to claim credit: "How is it, leader? Give me some guidance."

His nondescript attire was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yang Zhen smiled and said, "I have no objection, whoever has money is the boss, you are my leader."

"Don't pretend to be low-key at this time, or you will be the one who regrets it in the future," Quan Wei said with a lot of gray on his body, so he didn't put his arms around his shoulders, but just squeezed his elbows and pushed him forward, and opened the four doors to protect his privacy. Behind the frosted glass folding door, there is a large balcony with a depth of more than 2 meters.

Yang Zhen followed his strength and walked into the balcony. After looking over the railing, his eyes were immediately entangled by the beautiful scenery in front of him.

As far as the eyes can see, there is a brocade-like ginkgo forest. In late autumn, the leaves are yellow. Although there is no glowing golden color under the street lamp, it is still amazing enough.

Modern houses are densely packed and pad phones are used. People will travel wildly during holidays. The mountains and plains are full of human heads. If you come and take pictures, you can enjoy it. But in the Central Plains and Kuyu, where technology is backward, people can only record mountains and rivers with their eyes.

Yang Zhen immediately knew that he liked this place, it was very quiet, and the quietness gave off a kind of artistic conception.

But Quan Wei's words were a bit strange, Yang Zhen looked away reluctantly and said, "What's none of my business? Why am I going to regret it?"

Quan Wei leaned on the railing and said, "This is your forest-view house for vacation and retirement, can you have some snacks?"

Lin Jingfang is really an unfamiliar concept, Yang Zhen couldn't keep up with his thinking, he was stunned for a while and said: "Isn't this for sale?"

Quan Wei: "After installing it, I think it is very suitable for living, so I won't sell it."

The wayward brother is awesome.

Yang Zhen's eyes are full of the dim yellow ginkgo forest, the beautiful scenery on a good day, and his heart is completely warm.

"Then don't sell it, ask me to think about it... You can figure it out in the house, your aesthetics is the best in the whole family, you build a row of flower stands here for me, and I will contract the balcony in the future."

This requirement is a piece of cake, which is equivalent to nothing. The two watched Lin Jing for a while, and the romance was romantic, but they still had to eat. restaurant.

People got to know each other after sitting at the dinner table, and before the dishes were served, there was a session of chatting with melon seeds. The master who operated the cutting machine was the foreman of this group, and he was also familiar with Quan Wei, so he said with a smile: "Xiao Quan, who is this? Is it your interior design?"

This is my date, but it might scare the big brother if I say it, Quan Wei took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea that Yang Zhen specified, and said in a low-key way: "No, this is Yang Zhen, live in the same room with me, and take care of my food people."

The foreman was one of the people who sent Quan Wei home when he twisted his waist. Knowing that he had a roommate at home, he didn't think too much about it and introduced the people present to Yang Zhen.

After the meal, the two drove back along the road to the ginkgo forest. After driving for about 1 kilometer, the field of vision returned to the usual green.

Apart from sitting in the office and at home, Yang Zhen’s mobile phone is always ringing. As soon as the two of them entered the parking lot of the community, his mobile phone rang. Yang Zhen turned it up and found that Zhong Haihan had passed his friend application .

The profile picture of Zhong Xiu's cousin is an ugly big-headed dog, which looks similar to Quan Wei's little yellow chicken. Yang Zhen looked very friendly and introduced himself first.

Yang Zhen: Hello, Mr. Zhong, I am Yang Zhen from An Yu, and I was introduced by Zhong Xiu, saying that you need to rent a house at the end of the year.

Zhong Haihan replied quickly: I want to rent, do you have a house?

Yang Zhenxin said that I don't have it, but I know others have it, and he typed: Can you tell me your needs?I'm looking for a house based on your conditions, and I'll send it to you if I have one.

Zhong Haihan sent a lot, basically similar to what Zhong Xiu conveyed, but Yang Zhen couldn't understand immediately, he stared at the English words embedded in the Chinese, Quan Wei parked the car, saw his eyes straightened, When I leaned over to take a look, it was a little hairy.

"Fake foreign devil," he sneered and pressed Yang Zhen's seat belt, then unfastened his own, and said, "Get blacklisted, there are a lot of things to do with less money."

Yang Zhen's way of thinking is different from his. He just suddenly realized that maybe he should learn English internationally, but before that, he should do his job well. He coaxed Quan Wei to translate for him, and then Question: Is there a large demand for transportation and supporting facilities?

Zhong Haihan didn't know that he offended someone by chatting for a while, so he quickly replied.

He left the country after graduating from high school. He studied clinical biology in a pheasant university in the United States. This year is the sixth year. His Chinese has collapsed into a combination of Chinese and Western, and almost every sentence has two words. Unfortunately, Yang Zhen's English reading comprehension is zero.

Yang Zhen stretched out the phone towards Quan Wei again, and Quan Wei rolled his eyes skyward.

I saw the latest one on the screen that said: "Of course it's wonderful if you can have it. If not, it's fine if you can receive express delivery and have a place to eat. Anyway, I will contact you at night sometimes. There is something wrong now."

Zhong Haihan's commission sounds like an impossible task, but the world is full of wonders.