"Ding dong ding dong——"

The doorbell rang.

"Who?"

Xia Jing climbed up from the bed sleepily, wearing silk pajamas, and opened the door carelessly.

"Hello, we are from Huihuang Group and would like to ask if this house of yours is for sale."

In front of the door, a young man wearing a suit and tie, who looked like an elite in the workplace, asked with a smile on his face.

"What the hell?"

Xia Jing rubbed her head and frowned cutely.

She even wondered if she was hallucinating.

"We want to ask about your house..."

"Do you know that my house will be demolished soon?"

"I know……"

"I knew you were still here?"

Xia Jing said angrily and funny.

This house, however, became the basis for its demolition.

At this time, she still sells the house because she has a mental problem.

Not to mention a professional elite in a suit, even if a Middle Eastern prince came to ask her if she wanted to sell her house, she would give him a big offer without hesitation.

However, before Xia Jing could close the door, she saw the young man taking two steps away.

A little follower-like character following behind him put down his suitcase and opened it.

Stacks of hundred-dollar bills appeared in front of me.

It should be the kind that has just been taken out from the bank, and the seal has not been broken yet.

These people robbed a bank?!

Xia Jing felt her mind buzzing, as if she had been hit hard by a huge hammer.

This was the first time she had seen so much money.

In other words... it's the first time I've seen so much cash.

After all, in today's society, digital currency is already highly developed, and basically no one carries a wad of hundred-dollar bills.

Firstly, it is inconvenient, secondly, it is unsafe...

The shock of seeing such a box of cash is self-evident.

"Now, can we talk?"

Zhang He was smiling.

At the same time, I also have some emotion in my heart.

Over the years, he has seen a lot of things in the world.

But this is the first time to do such a thing.

Cash slap in the face.

He would be lying if he said he was unhappy. He had seen this kind of scene almost ten times this morning that made people's eyes almost pop out.

But I still feel...very happy.

And it’s incredibly enjoyable.

Although the money is not his, he is just a wage earner.

But it still couldn't stop him from feeling happy.

"Is this money real?"

Xia Jing rubbed her eyes, no matter how hard it seemed, this didn't seem to be true.

After all, although TV dramas often appear in various plots about using money to photograph people's faces.

But they also use bank cards, not cash!

A breeze blew by, and the bundled RMB in the box made a "shuzzy" sound.

It's like the sound of turning a book.

But there is no doubt that this sound is much better than the sound of turning a book.

"It must be true,"

Zhang He smiled and said, "I just took it out from the bank. If you have a banknote detector at home, you can check it."

To be honest, the money in the box is not an astronomical figure.

At least compared to the housing prices in Magic City, it's nothing.

After all, the house price of 100,000 yuan per square meter is considered ordinary in Shanghai.

Not to mention that this is a place that is about to be demolished.

This suitcase is 24 inches. Even if it is stuffed to death, at best it will be less than 3 million.

Comparing the housing prices in Shanghai, even the down payment for a house of 100 square meters is barely enough.

But the problem is that the impact of having three million in cash in front of you is simply too great.

Originally, many people thought that this group of people were fools, or that they were people who wanted to make a fortune.

But when this group of people took out their own prices and boxes of cash, the thoughts in everyone's minds involuntarily moved closer to the first opinion... Maybe these people are really stupid!

The price they gave was actually more than the demolition fee.

It's just that whether these people are stupid or not, it obviously has nothing to do with them. Anyway, the money they give is real, real money.

…

"It turns out that buying a street is not that difficult."

Lin Chu was sitting in an SUV, looking at the messages that were being delivered one after another, and couldn't help but let out a smile on his face.

Originally, he thought this was a project that would take a lot of time.

I didn't expect it to be so simple in the end.

"Nonsense, people think you are the one being taken advantage of."

Wang Jiajing, who was sitting next to him, was smoking a cigarette and making an angry sound.

After living for so many years, he has seen all kinds of people, but this is the first time he has seen someone like Lin Chu.

It's not like he has never seen people who don't use money as money. A friend of his, who was in Aofu at the time, got so jealous that he lost four of their family's factories in one night.

He originally thought that he was a complete loser.

Who would have thought that I would see a bigger one today.

How much money is wasted?

Wang Jiajing has not calculated it.

But at the very least it has to be several small goals.

"What's wrong with being taken advantage of?"

Lin Chu took a cigarette from Wang Jiajing and said, "What's more, the world laughs at me for being so crazy. I laugh at me and the world can't see through it."

"Money is something you won't bring with you when you are alive, and you won't take it with you even after death. What's the point of holding on to it?"

"It's better to do something meaningful."

"I think what I did today is quite meaningful."

Money is cold.

And when money reaches a certain level, money becomes more like a number.

In the past few months, he has already made money that many people cannot make in a lifetime, or even several lifetimes.

But most of the time, he becomes happy because of spending money, not because of making money.

Since you already have more money than you can spend in a lifetime, then spending some money to make yourself happy shouldn’t be considered a big deal, right?

"Dingling bell——"

While the two were chatting, the cell phone in Lin Chu's pocket suddenly rang.

"Qin Lang, this guy..."

Lin Chu's brows raised slightly.

Without thinking much, Lin Chu directly answered the phone and said teasingly, "Hey, Xiao Qin, how is your relationship with that boy Zhao Qingcheng going?"

"Do you need me to prepare a gift or something for you?"

"...Boss Lin, are you deliberately making me uncomfortable?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then Qin Lang's voice came over, full of helplessness.

If someone had said this to him, he would have slapped him right away.
Chapter completed!