"Dingdong Dingdong--"

A doorbell rang.

"Who?"

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

"Hello, we are from Huihuang Group. I would like to ask if this house in your family is sold."

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

"What's the matter?"

Xia Jing rubbed her head and frowned cutely.

She even wondered if she was hallucinating her hearing.

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

"Do you know that my house is about to be demolished?"

"I know……"

"I know you're still here?"

Xia Jing spoke out angry and amused.

This house was the foundation for the second generation demolition.

At this time, she still sells a house, which is because she has a brain problem.

Not to mention the workplace elite in suits, even if a Middle Eastern prince comes to ask her if she sells a house, she will give her a big match without hesitation.

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

A little character who was like a classmate behind him fell down his suitcase and pulled it open.

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

It should be the kind that just took it out of the bank, and the kind that has not yet been opened.

This group of people robbed the bank?!

Xia Jing only felt that her mind was buzzing, as if she was hit hard by a huge hammer.

This is the first time she has seen so much money.

Or... it was the first time I saw so much cash.

After all, in this society, digital currency is already highly developed, and basically no one can hold a stack of 100-yuan bills.

First, it is inconvenient, and second, it is insecure...

When I suddenly saw such a box of cash, the impact was naturally self-evident.

"Now, can we talk?"

Zhang He smiled.

Similarly, I feel a little emotional.

Over the years, he has seen many worldly existences.

But this is the first time I have done this kind of thing.

Cash pat on the face.

It's fake if he didn't say it was unhappy. He had seen this scene that made people's eyes almost pop out this morning.

But I still feel... very good.

And it's the kind that's so cool.

Although the money is not his, he is just a working person.

But it still cannot hinder his mood.

"Is this money real?"

Xia Jing rubbed her eyes, and no matter how she looked, it didn't seem real.

After all, although there are often various plots of using money to shoot human faces in TV series.

But they also use bank cards, not cash!

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

It's like the sound of flipping a book.

But there is no doubt that this sound is much better than the sound of flipping books.

"It must be true,"

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

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

At least compared to the housing prices in the Magic City, it is not much.

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

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

This suitcase is twenty-four inches. Even if it is stuffed to death, at best, it can be stuffed less than three million into it.

Compared with the housing prices in the Magic City, even if you pay a down payment of a 100 square meter house, it is a barely enough.

But the problem is that the impact of three million cash being put in front of me is too big.

Originally, many people thought that this group of people were stupid, or the one who wanted to make a fortune.

But when this group of people took out their own price and boxes of cash, everyone's thoughts couldn't help but move closer to the first view... This group of people might be really stupid!

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

But whether this group of people is stupid or not, obviously it has nothing to do with them. Anyway, the money they give is real, the kind of money they have.

...

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

Lin Chu sat in an SUV and looked at the messages coming over, and couldn't help but release a smile on his face.

Originally, he thought it was a project that took a lot of time.

Unexpectedly, it was so simple in the end.

"Nonsense, people treat you as a sucker, okay."

Wang Jiajing, who was sitting next to him, was smoking a cigarette while making a sound unhappy.

After living for so many years, he has seen any kind of person, but he has seen him for the first time.

He has never seen him who doesn't use money as money. His friend was in the Ao Mansion at that time and lost four factories in their family in one night.

He originally thought that he was a complete prodigal son.

I never thought that today I saw a bigger one.

How much money does this cost?

Wang Jiajing has not calculated it.

But at least there must be several small goals.

"What's wrong with being a sucker?"

Lin Chu took a cigarette handed over by Wang Jiajing, "What's more, the world laughed at me for being too crazy, I laughed at me for not seeing through it."

"What does it mean to hold money if you don't bring it in life or if you don't take it away when you die?"

"It's better to do something meaningful."

"I think what I'm doing today is quite meaningful."

Money is cold.

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

In the past few months, he has made money that many people can't make in their lifetimes, or even in their lifetimes.

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

Since you have already had money that you can't spend in your lifetime, then spending some money to make yourself happy shouldn't be anything, right?

"Dingling--"

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

"Qin Lang, this guy..."

Lin Chu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Almost without thinking too much, Lin Chu just answered the phone directly and said jokingly, "Hey, Xiao Qin, how are you developing with that guy Zhao Qingcheng?"

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

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

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

If someone had said this to him, he would have slapped him with a straight face.
Chapter completed!