Chapter 8
"Then what do you mean, he really has this ability?" Wang Po narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he spent his whole life wandering around the market. Wang Po's tricks were vicious, but that was a skill that took decades to develop.
Wang Yang, a young man who seems to be still young even in his twenties, is sometimes stupid, sometimes he is slick, sometimes he is outrageous, and sometimes he makes people feel that this guy is made of iron.
"My daughter thinks that if he really has this ability, he might be able to give him some advice for our Yihonglou..." The mother and daughter pondered for a while, then began to conclude in a low voice. At this moment, Wang Yang, who was so idle that he was dozing off by leaning against Fang Zhu, woke him up with a sneeze.
Damn, what the hell, your nose will itch if you doze off? Wang Yang rubbed his nose and looked around and confirmed that no one was plotting against him. Then he rolled his eyelids and continued to sleep.
It was not until midnight that the high-quality customer, who was over 40, walked out of the door slowly, and Wang Po, who had been staring at the room, rushed over quickly, while quietly looking at the guest official's expression, while pleasing and flattering.
"Hold it..." The customer slowly took out a gold ingot weighing about five or six taels from his sleeve and threw it into Wang Po's hand. He was so excited that the fat on Wang Po's face kept trembling, but he had not said a few words of thanks.
The middle-aged man with a calm expression and extraordinary temperament made Wang Po cold all over. "If I had been here... I had been leaked at all. There would be no Yihonglou in Tokyo Bianliang, do you understand?"
Seeing this man who was not angry and powerful, although his tone was gentle, he was irresistible and powerful. No matter how stupid Wang Po was, he understood that this man was probably a very great nobleman, and he was definitely not a great nobleman who could not afford to be a small Yihong Building or even a first-class brothel.
"What did you say? My eyes are dizzy in my old lady. I only know that you are a distinguished guest. If there is a little hoof in the building, you dare to open your mouth, without saying it, the old lady will tear her mouth first..."
"If you don't tear it, I will destroy your Yihong Building..." The distinguished guest looked back at the elegant room with nostalgia. After his face returned to coolness, he walked out of Yihong Building.
Wang Po, who was almost frightened by cold sweat, saw that the man had gone out, and a group of people rushed over at the corner of the street. After the distinguished guest entered the sedan chair, the entire team quickly sank into the mottled night.
Moreover, among those who ran out, there were many people with weapons hanging on their waists. Wang Po slowly took her head back from the door and patted her heart with lingering fear. God, what kind of noble man is my mother's Yihonglou receiving? Maybe one day she will become a vicious and vicious person.
When he arrived at the second floor private room and asked the girl who was still cleaning the room, Wang Po finally believed that Wang Yang had indeed had extraordinary tricks, and his keen judgment was not comparable to an old driver like him.
It seems that my daughter is right, and I should have a good chat with that guy.
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"...How is it? My old man's conditions are quite generous." Wang Po looked at Wang Yang sitting opposite him with a smile, and asked slowly with a sip of tea.
Wang Yang almost laughed so much that he picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip of it. Damn, the strange smell inside almost made this guy spray the tea on Wang Po's old fat face.
Seeing that it was the tea that Liu Damei personally poured for herself, Wang Yang swallowed it with a disgust. "It's only two jin a month, which can it be called rich? I said to Po Wang, even if you sell melons, you don't boast as such. Do you really treat me, Mr. Wang as a free labor? Do you know if I can save a company with one idea, and a thought can make a company... Ahem, in short, the price is too low, don't do it!"
"You don't do two guan, why don't you think it's too little?" Wang Po looked so painful, as if two guan money was taking her life. "You know, in our Song Dynasty, two guan money is enough to live a family for a month. You are just a bachelor, eating and drinking, and you don't have to worry about anything..."
"First, the housing prices in our Tokyo Bianliang are even the smallest house with only two rooms, at least two thousand yuan. Could it be that after I worked for you for several years, I will just be so lonely and wandering on the streets?" Wang Yang said disdainfully.
I have been here for nearly half a month, so I am naturally very familiar with the prices in Tokyo Bianliang. Although the prices of other things are acceptable, this housing price is just the turnover of housing prices in the capital in the 21st century.
Many foreign populations, except for staying in inns, can only rent a house. Wang Yang naturally doesn't want his future and can only be driven away by his landlord like he was in the 21st century. Therefore, his greatest and loftiest ideal and goal at this stage is to try to make up money to buy a property of his own in the past few years.
In this way, we can be qualified to think carefully about the meaning of life and goals that we have traveled through in this feudal socialist country. As the saying goes, if you don’t sweep a house, how can you sweep the world? If you don’t sweep the house, how can you plant the world in cloth? Well... it’s sweep the world.
"Oh, you guy, don't you still want me to buy you a room?" Wang Po rolled her eyes and snorted coldly with disdain.
Wang Yang's eyes turned around with admiration. "Or why don't you just settle the contract for the sale and hire me to be the Xiyiou of your Yihong Building... Well, how about it just a special consultant?"
"Don't think you're really stupid? You're such a slippery boy, you really put this rope for you. I'm afraid you won't see you that day." Wang Po laughed in anger and slapped her thick palm on the table and said viciously.
"Don't talk nonsense. I, Wang, is that character so unbearable?" Wang Yang was furious and did not want to be outdone and gave a few remarks.
"Stop!" Liu Yiyi went crazy, and her slender hands couldn't help but patted the table. "Can you talk well?!"
"Hmph, who made that little brat get more and more awesome?" Wang Po groaned muffled, raised the corners of her eyes slanted, and looked at Wang Yang disdainfully, and Wang Yang also rolled his eyes.
In the end, Liu Yiyi simply reconciled from it and, as an excellent referee, evaluated the demands of both parties. In the end, both parties finally agreed reluctantly that the monthly salary of two cents per month was two cents. However, once Wang Yang put forward suggestions that were beneficial to Yihonglou, he would give a bonus of ten cents and up to one hundred cents according to his suggestions.
Although Wang Po is a bad temper, he has at least kept his word. After careful consideration, Wang Yang finally signed his name on the contract.
Chapter completed!