Chu Hao didn't know much about antiques, so he nodded and said that he would leave some money even if he collected it and left.

However, before leaving, Chu Hao asked indirectly about his questions:

"Uncle, what's the holiday with Bei Ye next door? The neighbors on the streets and alleys look up and see each other. Why don't I come forward to mediate with you and there..."

When he heard about Mr. Bei, Old Man Zhu's face suddenly turned dark and said:

"Mediation is barren! The courtyards on this street were originally owned by my old Zhu family. Who doesn't know that when my father was building it, the craftsman master I hired came from the palace. Who told me that the old Zhu family was rich and powerful? The Qing Dynasty was about to lose weight. Dog Beile's father was so poor that he could not get out of the way. He wanted to do business with my father. My father disliked him, a powerless Beile, and ignored him and offended this grandson. But in the Republic of China, warlords fought melee. The dog ri was an adjutant in the Zhao family, and he hooked up with the deceased dog Beile's father. Dog Beile's father took personal revenge and encouraged the Zhao family to seize my property..."

"I was so angry that I decided to abandon Wen and join the army. I was betrayed halfway and entered the national army in a daze. Later, I was held hostage and retreated to Baodao. Unexpectedly, after this, I almost never saw Shuyun again. After the reform and opening up, I found the descendants of the Zhao family and Lao Beile many times, indicating that the courtyards on that street were all the property of my Zhu family, and were occupied by the Zhao family. I asked for a return, but in the end I returned to the Zhao family. Damn it, if it was placed on you, can you swallow this breath of bird's breath and reconcile??"

This grudge was too deeply involved, involving the grudges between wealthy and nobles of the Republic of China. Chu Hao did not intend to help reconcile, but after hearing this, he felt that these two groups of people would not fight in the future.

The fight was a little bit. If Old Man Zhu was angry and grabbed the antique treasure and threw it over, the scene was too beautiful. Chu Hao felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe when he thought about it.

Especially when both sides are neighbors, they are only separated by a wall, throwing things and smashing each other is not a fantasy at all.

As for whether Bei Ye and Wang Sanxi are good or bad, he won't comment. He won six courtyard houses adjacent to the Forbidden City for 30,000 yuan. It cannot be said that it is worth the money, it can only be said that it is a huge profit...

However, at present, Chu Hao really has no good way to stop the fight between the two sides. The grudges and entanglements over the years cannot be resolved by a few words.

Farewell to the old couple, he and Shen Aoxue parted ways. Shen Aoxue wanted to buy some furniture and daily necessities, while Chu Hao knocked on the gate of Beiye's courtyard next door.

The door opened by Mr. Wang Sanxi looked bad, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Chu Hao's acceptance of Old Man Zhu.

Chu Hao smiled and pretended not to see it. He tactfully stated that he wanted to buy more courtyards in Sihe. He asked Wang Sanxi and the others how many courtyards in his hands. He planned to buy them all in one go, and the price could be higher than before.

Without asking Mr. Bei to decide, Wang Sanxi waved his hand impatiently and sneered:

"Boy, stop turning a corner. You want us to get out of this street so that the person surnamed Zhu lives comfortably. What benefits does the person surnamed Zhu give you? You are so backless, but if you want to buy it, it's not impossible..."

He raised two fingers and said lightly:

"Two million per set, bring two sets on this street, and three sets on the next street, a total of ten million. If you buy it or not, you will now pay a deposit of two million..."

Mr. Wang Sanxi obviously didn't want to sell it, so he deliberately teased Chu Hao that the price was almost a sky-high price.

"Bang" closed the door, Chu Hao shook his head, his idea of ​​spending money to let Bei Ye and others move away was shattered.

This group of old feudal survivors is the most difficult to serve. Perhaps because their ancestors were once rich and powerful, it is the most difficult to settle them with money.

Chu Hao called a tricycle and then went to People's Park. In less than a week, he was about to start school and some of the things he had to do need to be properly arranged.

After a few days, the traffic volume of people setting up stalls in the park is no longer as terrifying as before. Other stalls are jealous of Chu Hao's money, and they follow the example at all costs, successfully diverting most of the traffic volume.

In addition, there are many stalls outside the park, and now the game of throwing balls and winning money is blooming everywhere. This alternative game mixed with the smell of gambling is really eye-catching.

The revenue has dropped sharply within Chu Hao's expectations. Now he no longer needs to rely entirely on setting up stalls to obtain income. When the national agents on Chen Aoxue gather in Yanjing, it is time for him, the largest middleman, to harvest.

Chu Hao doesn't care about this little mosquito meat, which does not mean that Mr. Zhang, who has been poor for eight generations of ancestors, is not interested.

These days, Mr. Zhang has already tasted the sweetness of his daily salary of 50 yuan and additional overtime subsidies.

My wife, several children in the family, as well as a group of grandchildren, can eat meat almost every meal.

Even if Chu Hao's street stall income has declined sharply, in his eyes, it is much better than selling ball popsicles. Now he only hopes that he can keep setting up a stall and keep it forever.

Uncle Zhang even brought his grandson over to help him see the stall.

Seeing that Mr. Zhang had this idea, I thought that at the beginning, this kind-hearted old man took the popsicle factory he found and accompanied him to set up a stall in the park on a hot day.

Chu Hao smiled and said his plan. He would hand the stall over to Mr. Zhang to take care of it. The income was all from Mr. Zhang, which was equivalent to giving the stall to the old man for free.

After all, Chu Hao always shook hands in front of the boss, and this stall itself did not have any value or cost. If Mr. Zhang was willing, he could set up one by himself.

Uncle Zhang was obviously a little stunned. After a while, he waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that this was the stall made by Chu Hao, so how could he take it away for no reason?

Mr. Zhang's reaction was within Chu Hao's expectations. After the two discussed the last time, Mr. Zhang reluctantly agreed.

The stall is still owned by Chu Hao, and he helped to take care of it. The income is half the money, which Mr. Zhang insisted on.

In the eyes of Mr. Zhang, who is simple and perverted, if Chu Hao hadn't brought him to make a fortune, he would probably be sweating profusely now, selling popsicles all over the streets and alleys of Yanjing.

He always remembered this favor in his heart. Although he was used to being poor and afraid of poverty, he adhered to the old truth of not forgetting the well digging man when he drank water.

This kind of stubborn and simple idea was rare even in the 1980s.

In fact, if Mr. Zhang agreed without any hesitation, Chu Hao was somewhat disappointed. After all, Mr. Zhang was the first worker he exploited after he was reborn, so fate was placed there.

However, Mr. Zhang chose a different route. Chu Hao felt that he could change his fortune with his ancestors who had been poor for at least eight lifetimes in the future...
Chapter completed!