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Chapter 276 Buying property!

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    Zhou Ze came back with Bai Yingying on her back. Bai Yingying put one arm around Zhou Ze's neck, and held the ice cream in the other hand to lick it from time to time. Zhou Ze could smell the fragrance from the girl and the sweetness of the ice cream.  taste.

    "Boss, are you tired?"

    "No."

    "Is that because Yingying is very heavy?"

    "No."

    "Then why does the boss always slide Yingying down and lift her up again?"

    "No."

    "There are some."

    "Yingying."

    "Ah, boss."

    "Why don't you wear a chest logo?"

    "Boss, Yingying has always been wearing chest signs before."

    "Then why are you wearing a bellyband today?"

    "The boss changed Yingying's clothes today."

    "Oh, my fault, I thought you were from the Qing Dynasty and used to wear bellybands."

    "Boss, do you like bellybands?"

    "like it all."

    Casually chatting about some anecdotes about "Paris latest fashion week",

    Zhou Ze walked to the door of the bookstore with Bai Yingying on his back.

    Songs are playing in the bookstore.

    "Has he lost contact with whoring in Guangdong?"

    Bai Yingying hummed along with the song, and then asked:

    "Boss, what song is this, so exciting."

    "It's a man who has been wandering in Guangdong for ten years. It's called "Guangdong Love Story", sung in Cantonese."

    "Oh, Jiang Zi."

    Pushing open the door of the bookstore, Zhou Ze found that there was a stranger in the bookstore. This man was wearing a white suit, mille-soled cloth shoes on his feet, holding a writing brush, and was waving at the white paper on the bar counter.

    The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, and every time the other party made a stroke, he would applaud beside him and shout "OK!"

    Zhou Ze put Yingying on the sofa and walked over to have a look.

    "Boss, you are back. This guest is a great calligrapher. He came to our store to drink a cup of tea without bringing any money, but he had a pen, ink, paper and inkstone with him. Pindao asked him to keep a piece of calligraphy as tea money."

    Zhou Ze nodded, and didn't say anything about it. A cup of tea doesn't cost much, and it's reasonable for someone to leave a sentence.

    "Huh!"

    finished writing,

    Signed, with seal.

    The gentleman in white, who was nearly fifty years old, took two steps back and looked at his own handwriting.

    The old Taoist also leaned over and kept shouting "good words, good words! The meaning is far-reaching, the words are sonorous, boss, how about hanging them in a bookstore?

    It's just hanging under your sign that says "I'll listen to you, I'll hear it like this"?  "

    "Sing Yan City generously, and be a prisoner of Chu calmly. With a knife, you will be quick, and you will live up to the boy's head."

    Every word is written with charm, and it is not an exaggeration for the old Taoist to comment that the words are sonorous. Zhou Ze doesn't know calligraphy very well, but from the perspective of the people who eat melons, it is indeed a good calligraphy.

    But when he heard the old Taoist say that he wanted to frame this picture and hang it outside, Zhou Ze said directly:

    "Don't hang it outside the door, hang it in your own room."

    "What?"

    The old Taoist was terrified in his heart, there must be a demon if things go wrong!

    Once the boss treats you well, it means that he sees a pit in front of you and is about to watch you jump into it.

    This is the experience that Lao Dao has repeatedly tested on the edge of 404.

    "Hehe, what the boss said is that this picture is not suitable for hanging in the hall. This is an excerpt from Wang Jinwei's "Generous Chapter"."

    "What, a traitor's poem?"

    The old Taoist immediately pointed to the five-year-old man and said:

    "I said, brother, you are so mean. I think you didn't bring any money, so I agreed with you to exchange a picture of words for tea money. Are you writing this picture to scold me, brother?

    Do you know where this is?

    Even if the kid passes by here, he has to leave a part of it behind!  "

    "The calligraphy is good, so it's fine. If you hang it out, it's free. My calligraphy is not that cheap. You can't exchange it for a cup of tea."

    The old man in white began to pack up his pen and ink, then turned and walked out of the bookstore.

    "Who is this?" The old man is still brooding over this matter.

    "She Wenyuan." Zhou Ze looked at the inscription and said, "Maybe it's because he thinks that you exchanged a cup of tea for a picture of him.  Balance it out."Was it during his coma?

    Zhou Ze remembered that he often fell into a coma for half a month a while ago.

    Is it during this time?

    "I know, we've known each other for almost a year," said the young man.

    Almost a year?

    In other words, not long after she just woke up, did she know each other?

    I have been lied to for almost a year?

    Zhou Ze's breathing suddenly became rapid,

    At this moment,

    He had an urge to pack the guy in front of him and send him to hell,

    Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, whether it is appropriate or not, or even whether it will be punished or not, this kind of impulse is becoming more and more intense.

    "Excuse me, where is Miss Bai?" the young man asked.

    "Old man, prepare the meal." Zhou Ze shouted.

    "What?" The old man was confused.

    "Cuiji Pork Head Meat, Dried White Potato Tea, Xiting Crispy Cake, Dried Hai'an Mantou, Rugao Old Yellow Rice Wine, on top."

    "this¡­¡­¡­¡­"

    The old Taoist thought to himself, isn't this something that was prepared in the store when it entertained the dead from passing by.

    "Don't be so polite, don't be so polite, I've eaten, I've eaten." The young man looked flattered.

    He had no idea that what he was going to eat was the hell set meal.

    "It's like this. I have negotiated the townhouse that Miss Bai asked me to see. The price is almost a quarter of the market price. But I came to see Miss Bai to confirm the last thing, because that  Someone died in this villa before, I want to ask Miss Bai if she knows about it"

    "Wait!" Zhou Ze interrupted the other party's words, and asked directly: "What do you do?"

    "Oh, I forgot, this is my business card, I am the sales manager of Tongcheng Lianjia."

    "A house seller?" Zhou Ze asked doubtfully.

    Is this an intermediary?

    "Yes, Ms. Bai is our golden VIP client. In the past year, she has purchased more than ten sets of high-end real estate in Tongcheng through our branch."

    "" Zhou Ze.

    "" The old Taoist who was going to eavesdrop on the gossip with his ears pricked up.

    "Is there any misunderstanding here?" Zhou Ze asked.

    I know my maid is rich,

    But I really didn't know that my maid was so rich!

    "It's like this. Miss Bai said that her husband has a mistress and has been seducing her husband with the fact that he has more than 20 flats.

    So she plans to surpass her in the number of properties, and Ms. Bai said that she doesn't want resettlement houses, only middle-to-high-end ones.  "(Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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