Mr. He, please respect yourself

He also knows that he is very narrow, but some things have formed a strange forbidden circle in his growth path and judgmental cognition, so that he dare not touch it, and never dare to choose it.

Song Zicheng was inexplicably frustrated. He felt that he lowered his head in front of He Chumo, no, not just lowered his head, but lowered the whole person.

For the first time, he truly felt that he was inferior to He Chumo, and even strongly realized in his heart that the gap between the two of them was not as simple as one star and a half.

He is the president of the company, an elite in the business world, and he himself would never choose this path.

He may be an original artist in a game company in the future, or he may be an art teacher. If he saves money, he will rarely achieve results. He hopes to open a studio and teach children to draw.

The farthest he expected himself to go is here.

It's very ordinary and simple. It's a world of difference from what city A is the largest and has the most industries.

After taking a mouthful of rice silently, Song Zicheng deliberately changed the subject, "I cooked the cauliflower."

"What does this have to do with what we're talking about?" He Chumo was a little puzzled, and followed Song Zicheng's words, "I'll also help heat the dinner tonight."

Song Zicheng was a little frustrated, and pursed his lips, "I mean, wait until you wash the dishes."

He Chumo felt the change in Song Zicheng's mood. Although he didn't understand why he was like this suddenly, he still went to wash the dishes after dinner.

After tidying up, he went out of the kitchen and saw Song Zicheng sitting on the sofa, staring at the pile of documents in front of him in a daze.

He Chumo walked over and noticed that on the topmost document was written in large characters: 'Your pig's nest' transfer agreement.

"Writing about your pig's nest, in fact, the author is also very disturbed, but after investigation, you can't write too formally, you can only write in this way."

"What is this?" He Chumo asked.

"Today's real estate agent gave it to me." Song Zicheng replied: "I went to talk this morning, but because we couldn't agree on the price, he gave me this thing, asked me to bring it back to look at, and gave me the card. "

"Let me take a look." He Chumo said, picked it up and opened it, and browsed it roughly, frowning involuntarily.

"Don't go to this house again." He Chumo closed the agreement, "There are too many loopholes, and the documents are not standardized. Show me the set of 'pig nest' you want to sell."

Song Zicheng heard the words, and handed over the relevant information of the pig's nest.

He Chumo looked at it seriously.Although this "pig's nest" is not a new "pig's nest" in recent years, the real estate developers and property companies are well-known, and the location of "pig's nest" is also very good, near the center of the city.He Chumo remembers that location, surrounded by office buildings, and there are several large new shopping malls, transportation and entertainment are very convenient, it is a new urban area that City A spent a lot of money to build, integrating commerce and shopping.

Now it has become the first choice for young people's leisure and entertainment, and the surrounding "pig nests" have also appreciated in value, and they only earn but not lose. I have to say that Song Suian's vision is very sharp and unique.

According to the data, when Song Suian bought this set of 'pig nest', it cost more than 90 yuan. According to the current average house value, He Chumo estimated that the set of more than 100 square meters owned by Song Zicheng alone has appreciated to at least 200 yuan now. 250 to [-] million, or even higher.

This silly boy was almost cheated.

"Your 'pig nest' must have a market value of more than 200 million. Don't go looking for those intermediaries. It's easy to be deceived. You can ask Song Suian to help you list it for sale. The selling price will definitely be higher than your current price."

"200 million?" Song Zicheng couldn't believe what He Chumo said, but he still shook his head, "No, I can't let uncle know that although my name is written on this property, uncle paid for it , I can’t take it anymore. I just want to let it out secretly, and buy it back when I have money later.”

He Chumo couldn't understand Song Zicheng's thoughts.Song Suian had already given him this 'pig nest', why did he still have the idea that it didn't belong to him?But he didn't ask too much, thought for a while, and said, "Your 'pig nest' is going to be released anyway, why don't you just let me buy it."

"You buy it?" Song Zicheng looked up at him, "Do you want to change the 'pig nest'?"

"The location of this house is very good, and the real estate is also in the appreciation stage. Even if I buy it and sublet it, I won't lose money." He Chumo said: "But I am a businessman. If you want to sell it back in the future, I will only pay according to the market value. If you sell it, I won’t consider giving you a favor card, you should think it through yourself first.”

As he spoke, he handed back the documents in his hand to Song Zicheng.

Song Zicheng took it, looked at He Chumo, then looked at the pig nest information in his hand, and asked again: "Do you really want to buy it?"

"I don't need to lie to you, and this deal is not a loss for me."

"Then, how much can this 'pig nest' sell for?"

He Chumo said: "A conservative estimate, 200 million, but this is only my preliminary estimate. To be specific, I will ask the company's legal counsel to contact you tomorrow to have a look at your 'pig nest' before I can make an accurate assessment."

"200 million..." Song Zicheng still couldn't believe it. He opened the 'pig nest' certificate, glanced at it, closed it with a snap, and handed a bunch of paperwork to He Chumo, "Then sell it to You, anyway, I sold the 'pig nest' to pay for your car, now that you buy it, you don't need me to run away."

He Chumo smiled, "Put these away, and I will let the company's legal affairs contact you."

"Okay." Song Zicheng felt relieved as if something had been resolved, and he leaned on the sofa, "Mr. He, I didn't expect you to be a good person. I didn't realize it before."

He Chumo glared at him.

"Hee hee." Song Zicheng didn't care, he was just telling the truth.In the past, Song Zicheng and He Chumo were bound by a marriage letter, and they struggled until they got tired of each other. Now, without the shackles in between, he was able to let go of his obsession and get along well with He Chumo.

Really.

Could it be that this is what Hong Kong and Taiwan said at [-] o'clock, "God's will tricks people"?

"I'm complimenting you." Song Zicheng noticed that He Chumo's face was still stinky, and shrank his neck in fear, "Don't be angry, angry people have to wash the dishes."

He Chumo glanced at him, annoyed, picked up the suit on the sofa, and went upstairs.

"Are you really angry?" Seeing that He Chumo was about to leave, Song Zicheng jumped up from the sofa and asked loudly towards his back.

It's a pity that He Da capitalist ignored him.

Tsk, if you want to wash the dishes, just say so, expressing it so implicitly.

At night, Song Zicheng cut the peaches, washed the grapes, arranged the plates, took a beautiful photo, sent it to He Chumo, and added, [Mr. He, do you want to eat? 】

Then he sat on the sofa and waited obediently.

One minute passed, and He Chumo didn't reply to the message.

One minute passed, and He Chumo didn't reply to the message.

Ten minutes passed, and He Chumo still didn't reply to the message.

Song Zicheng became impatient and sent an emoji.

Song Zicheng: [Emoji package of secretly observing]

One minute passed, and He Chumo didn't reply to the message.

Ten minutes passed, and He Chumo still didn't reply to the message.

Song Zicheng: [Emoji Pack of Secret Observation] [Emoji Pack of Secret Observation] [Emoji Pack of Secret Observation]

Three in a row.

He Chumo still didn't reply to the message.