This is a courtyard with a history of hundreds of years. At present, there are less than 100 old courtyards remaining in Wunan City. And those with clear property rights and able to complete the transfer are really very few.
The original owner of Song Garden was naturally named Song, but after hundreds of years of decline, the current owner's surname was Mao, and his name was Juefu Mao.
It is not difficult to imagine how valuable a person who can own such an old courtyard is.
Under the pavilion of the Song Garden, two people were drinking tea. One of them was naturally the owner of the place, Jue Fu Mao. He was over sixty years old. He looked energetic and gave people a kind of hidden aura.
Feel.
The person sitting opposite him was Zhang Bao. Zhang Bao looked very humble at the moment. He just sat on the side of a chair and was busy refilling tea and water from time to time.
"Ah Bao, I heard that your seafood restaurant was very lively on the day it opened. I am too old and it was inconvenient so I didn't go. The recent business seems to be very good." Mao Juefu said kindly.
"Thanks to you, old man, business is booming. It's almost full every day, and we have to queue up." Zhang Bao showed a flattering smile.
Jue Fu Mao said kindly: "A good business is a good thing. After these years of ups and downs, it's time to take a good rest. If you do good things, you will be a businessman in the future."
"Yes, yes..." Zhang Bao nodded repeatedly.
"By the way, I heard someone say that before you opened your business, you asked someone to help you with Feng Shui. Do you think the person who showed you Feng Shui was reliable?" Juefu Mao suddenly asked.
"It's very reliable...my brother-in-law bought a house with problems..."
At that moment, Zhang Bao told exactly what happened in the house in Jade View Garden.
After listening to his story, Juefu Mao nodded slightly, "Looking at it this way, this man is indeed extraordinary. I remembered one thing. Your Uncle Yao's son recently got a strange disease. The hospital couldn't cure it, and he called many immortals.
It still doesn't work. I think the person who showed you Feng Shui is not a liar at least, so you might as well ask him to help you."
"Uncle Yao..." Zhang Bao was stunned, "His son is sick...he never told me..."
"You are good at fighting and killing, but are you of any use when it comes to treating illnesses and saving people?" Juefu Mao asked in return.
"Uh... yes..." Zhang Bao nodded.
"Okay, you go and ask this Feng Shui master to come to Lao Yao's house..." Juefu Mao said.
…
An'an Real Estate.
Zhang Yu, Zhu Duoduo, and Nie Xin all work in the store.
The decoration of Pengjia Village has been finalized, but because this is not a normal decoration, but a development project of a community, An'an Real Estate cannot handle such a project based on its strength. In terms of construction, the Peng family will be responsible for it themselves, and the Peng family will provide it to An'an.
There is a design fee for the real estate, and Su Ying and Zhang Yu are hired as construction consultants, and they go to the village from time to time for business guidance. Of course, these are also paid.
Winning the Pengjiacun project has indeed had a great impact on the store. Whether they are buying houses or renovating, we have customers coming to our door.
As a result, everyone is very busy today. Wang Ziming, Laoyoutiao, and Jiayuguan went out one after another but never came back. Nie Xin successfully signed an order. Zhang Yu also just came back from taking measurements and is in the process of basic graphic design.
While busy, Zhu Duoduo at the front desk suddenly said: "Welcome... uh... you, you... why are you here..."
Hearing such a voice, Zhang Yu stopped, and before looking back, he heard a very familiar voice, because the voice was a bit stuttering, "Um...Zhang, brother Zhang...are you there...are you..."
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"Come in!" Zhang Yu said directly.
"Haha...Zhang, Brother Zhang..." Master Jia ran in with a bang and stood next to Zhang Yu with his waist hunched over.
"Master Jia, what are you doing in our store?" Zhang Yu didn't have a good impression of this old liar.
"I'm here to report my work to you. Last time... I've already taken care of the donation to poor schools... This, this is the receipt given to me... Please, please take a look..."
As Master Jia spoke, he took out a stack of receipts from his handbag and handed them to Zhang Yu for review.
Zhang Yu didn't answer, but just said: "I believe you, be a good person in the future... Okay, if there's nothing else, just go back..."
"It's... it's true, it's really a bit..." Master Jia immediately licked his face and said.
Zhang Yu took a deep breath and said to himself that most of the things that happened to this old liar were not good.
He asked deliberately carelessly: "What's the matter?"
"I, I have a patient here, but this condition is... a little bit difficult for me... so I was wondering if I could... doctor, cure..." Master Jia looked flattering.
, said stumblingly.
"You, you, you are joking with me..." Zhang Yu imitated the old guy's stuttering and said: "Don't go to the hospital when you are sick, come to me to knit... And you, don't you want to deceive me again?
Looking at Feng Shui, you still dare to practice medicine..."
"I, I don't practice medicine, I was approached by someone else... My employer is very rich. You know the Manhattan Bar? The person who got sick is Yao Xiaopeng, the son of the bar owner Yao Chenggang." Master Jia said seriously: "As long as we can give people to
If it is cured, the medical expenses will definitely be high... I estimate that it will be at least two million... By then we will be 19 cents apart, and I will pay 10% of the agency fee..."
Manhattan Bar…
Zhang Yu immediately remembered that he had been to this bar when the store team was building, and Brother Gua worked there. It was a coincidence that there was such a business.
Treating diseases and saving people, and making money on the way, is naturally not allowed. But the problem is that I don’t know how to treat diseases...
Just when Zhang Yu was about to refuse, the familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind, "Ding dong..."
"Discover the mission character Yao Xiaopeng."
Another virtual panel with a sense of technology appeared in Zhang Yu’s consciousness:
[Task name: Treat Yao Xiaopeng.]
[Task description: Make Yao Xiaopeng recover from his illness.]
[Task difficulty: 3 stars]
[Task reward: Danchen pen]
I……
As soon as Zhang Yu saw the system task, he was immediately confused. I can't cure diseases, so why do you ask me to cure them? I can't be like Master Jia and just rely on words to get things done. However, this doesn't seem to be him.
strengths.
The most important thing is that the mission statement clearly states - make Yao Xiaopeng recover from his condition.
This is not something you can just treat and get over.
"Is my brother here?"
At this stall, a whirring sound came from the door. As soon as I heard the movement, I knew it was Brother Bao's voice.
Brother Bao was also quite familiar with him. He was completely different from Master Jia. He got to Zhang Yu's side in three or two steps.
"Brother, it's great to have you here!"
"Brother Bao, what's the matter?" Zhang Yu turned to look at Zhang Bao.
"The owner of the Manhattan Bar, Yao Chenggang, is my uncle. His son has a strange disease that cannot be cured by the hospital. I suddenly thought of you. Can you come with me and have a look..." Zhang Bao said bluntly.
Holy shit!
It's this thing again...
Zhang Yu could refuse the favor, after all, he really didn't know how to do it. But the task had to be completed, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "Okay, I'll just go."
