"I've already gone through the formalities, paid the agency fee, and hired designers. What do you mean by telling me you won't sell it now?"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the middle-aged man looked embarrassed and turned around frequently to peek at Mr. Huo's reaction from the corner of his eye.
"Mr. Huo, right?" Wen Siheng stood up in time, blocking the owner and the middle-aged man with his body, "I am the designer invited by Mr. Li, and my name is Wen Siheng."
As he said that, he handed over his business card. Mr. Huo took it and looked at it carefully, "UCL?"
"My daughter is also from University College London. She is a freshman studying architecture this year." Mr. Huo turned sideways slightly, revealing the young girl dressed modestly behind him.
"Miss Huo?" Wen Siheng then smiled and extended his right hand, "Nice to meet you, I am Wen Siheng."
"Jeremiah Wen?" The girl looked a little excited, "I heard my tutor tell me about you when I entered school. I heard that the shared space in the lobby of our department was your homework for a certain practical class. The teacher said..."
"Thank you." The girl wanted to say something else, but Wen Siheng took his hand back in time and stood still in front of Mr. Huo.
"Mr. Wen," the middle-aged man said, "my father's current concern is whether he can keep the original appearance of the store as much as possible. After all, I am getting busier and busier at work, and my father is not in good health. This time he comes back to deal with real estate.
It is also a forced choice."
Wen Siheng did not hesitate, "I'm sorry, I can understand Mr. Huo's concerns about the house, but the overall structure of the house is currently in danger, not just for emotional reasons, but whether to keep it or not, but if the house collapses one day, it will endanger the businesses on both sides.
and risk to passers-by."
"Nonsense!" The old man took out the crutch hanging next to the wheelchair and knocked on the floor hard. "This house started with my grandfather. Our Huo family has lived here for a hundred years, and there has been no problem at all for a hundred years.
Why do you come up now and say there is a problem, profiteer! You are here to defraud money!"
Seeing Wen Siheng's embarrassed look, Miss Huo from behind stepped forward and patted Mr. Huo's shoulder gently.
"A hundred years?" The owner became more emotional and his voice doubled as loud as before, "Isn't it only after living here for a hundred years that there are problems?"
The man turned around and ran towards the stairs. He stood on the second floor platform and looked down, "Look, just by standing here, the wood chips from the floor are falling down, let alone..."<
It was still too late. Amidst the creaking sound of the entire floor, a sudden loud noise made everyone subconsciously run out.
Isn’t it? Isn’t it so unlucky? It’s about to collapse?
Jian Anran almost subconsciously closed her eyes, hugged her legs, turned around and ran away.
"Mr. Li, are you okay?" Wen Siheng's voice was heard behind him.
Jian Anran turned around and realized that the floor did not collapse, but the owner stepped on the floor he was standing on, and one of his legs was exposed from the hole in the floor.
With one foot stuck in the floor, it wasn't until Wen Siheng and Song Qi rushed to pull him up that the owner, Mr. Li, came downstairs limping with one leg.
"Mr. Huo, I'm sorry, Mr. Huo. Let's do this for today. I'll take Mr. Li to the hospital for a check-up. If you have any questions, you can contact me at any time." Wen Siheng said, helping the owner to leave.
"Look, I just said it would collapse if you step on it." Before leaving, Mr. Li did not forget to look at the silent Mr. Huo who was sitting in the wheelchair.
The owner's car was parked in a parking lot not far away. After Song Qi drove the car over, a group of them went straight to the Central People's Hospital in Luojiang.
"I said they would demolish everything before, but their old man always disagreed." Mr. Li suddenly broke the silence.
"I was about to give up, but his son suddenly contacted me again and said he wanted to sell it to me. Who knew it would happen again today." His words were full of dissatisfaction.
"Maybe I have more feelings for the store." No one knew what to say, but Jian Anran spoke to ease the embarrassment.
"I have always wanted to buy an old shop and open a cafe. When I saw the agent send me this plan, I already had a blueprint in my head, but the landlord never let go."
"The landlord is an overseas Chinese. Three generations of his family have been in the cloth business. He has never dealt with the old house here since he immigrated at the end of the last century. I heard that it was only recently that he suddenly wanted to go home and take a look. By the way,
The real estate has been dealt with to avoid disputes between his children and his children in a hundred years." Mr. Li explained.
"But judging from his son's intentions, he probably still wants to sell it." Mi Yingying interjected.
"Of course he wants to sell!" Mr. Li said matter-of-factly. "I heard that he also has a sister. Logically speaking, the property should be divided equally. I think what he meant was that after such fixed assets are realized, he might get the cash.
My sister doesn’t know about this.”
When she heard Mr. Li start talking about the landlord's gossip, Mi Yingying immediately became interested. She almost told him about his family from beginning to end, and they soon arrived at the door of the hospital.
After placing them at the door, Song Qi drove to the back to find a parking space. Wen Siheng sat with Mr. Li in the waiting area, and the burden of registration fell on Mi Yingying and Jian Anran.
"An Ran, can you buy me a bottle of water? I've been dying of thirst since the beginning." Mi Yingying said.
Jian Anran said "hmm" and walked to the elevator in a familiar manner. After coming here a few times, she knew very well that the vending machines in this hospital were right next to the elevator.
"Pong!" With a loud noise, a bottle of mineral water fell out of the machine.
Squatting on the ground and taking out the mineral water from the vending machine, Jian Anran thought for a while, then stood up and pressed the plus sign on the display of the vending machine four times——
It’s not good to just buy water for Mi Yingying alone.
"An Ran?" A familiar voice came from behind. Jian Anran turned around subconsciously and saw Su Yiqi who had just walked out of the elevator.
"An Ran, it's really you! I just thought that the back looks like you." Su Yiqi walked forward with a smile.
"Store manager?" Jian Anran was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"
What a coincidence, after her short part-time job ended, her only two encounters with Su Yiqi were in this hospital.
"I..." The other party's eyes flickered, seeming to avoid the question, "There are some things."
"Are you sick?" Su Yiqi deliberately changed the subject.
Shaking her head, Jian Anran immediately denied, "No, the owner of the project was injured. We accompanied him to the hospital."
"Well, the store recently launched a new winter special drink. You must come back and try it if you have the chance." Su Yiqi said.
Jian Anran nodded and said "Yeah", "I will definitely go there when I have time."
As soon as she turned around after being polite, she heard the person behind her shout: "Wait!"
Looking back, Su Yiqi frowned, "Xiangyi...is sick."
