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Chapter 132 Finalizing the Property

 "Brother Zhuzhu, the money you have... I'm afraid it's not enough to buy Uncle Abu's house, right?" Deng Baoying smiled slyly.

As soon as He Yuzhu heard this and looked at Deng Baoying's pretty appearance, he immediately smiled awkwardly as if "the secret has been discovered". He scratched his head in embarrassment and said:

"You are still smart. You can see it at a glance. Here...hey, I am really in a bit of a dilemma..."

When Deng Baoying heard this, she immediately beamed and smiled evilly at He Yuzhu:

"Then I will guarantee you. I will be your creditor from now on. You will pay me back every month. But...

My help is not free, you must agree to one condition!"

When He Yuzhu heard this, he thought, yes, it is not necessary to hand over all the money to her at once.

It will be the same every month in the future. Anyway, he never thought about defaulting on the debt.

At this time, looking at Deng Baoying's triumphant expression, He Yuzhu was in a good mood. He patted his chest and assured the other party:

"Okay, from now on, as long as it's something you ask me to do, I'll guarantee that I'll do it well with quality and quantity.

However, you can't let me do anything illegal, otherwise I won't be able to agree..."

"This is what you said, don't go back on it! I want you to go to my house to cook a meal every weekend, and you have to go every week..."

Deng Baoying's request was a trivial matter for He Yuzhu. He had one day off every week anyway, so he nodded and agreed without thinking too much.

After the three reached an agreement, Deng Baoying quickly drew up a contract, which not only agreed on the time and quantity of food delivery every month.

At the same time, it was also stated in the contract that Abu has the right to live in one of the penthouses until a hundred years later.

Abu took the contract and read it over and over several times before he was completely reassured. After confirming that it was correct, he happily signed and fingerprinted it.

When He Yuzhu saw this, a big stone fell to the ground in his heart, and his face was also overjoyed. However, in order to ensure nothing went wrong, he still reminded him:

"Uncle Abu, let's claim to the outside world that you recognized me as your godson, and you voluntarily gifted me this house.

Don’t dare to tell anyone about the specific circumstances of these transactions, otherwise not only you and me, but also Baoying will be implicated...

Furthermore, you must know the current environment better than I do. You must not show off when you take food. Do you understand the stakes involved?"

When Abu heard He Yuzhu's words, he nodded repeatedly. He patted the other party's shoulder and said solemnly:

"Zhuzi, don't worry. I've experienced more things than you. I can see these things clearly. Isn't wealth revealed in vain...

From now on, we can just close the door and live a good life by ourselves. These days, it seems that we are getting more and more promising..."

"Hey, that's right..."

As soon as he said it was done, Abu went to the subdistrict office to sign the donation agreement without stopping, while He Yuzhu also went out on the pretext of getting food, leaving Deng Baoying alone to look after the house.

Not long after, He Yuzhu arrived at Abu's yard carrying ten ten-pound bags of fine noodles and several bags of "Xiehe" MSG.

He hid nine of the bags in Abu's rice vat, leaving only one bag of fine noodles and three bags of MSG.

As soon as he finished all this, before he could chat with Deng Baoying for a few words, he saw people from the subdistrict office walking in together with Abu, and it was the director who came in person.

He Yuzhu quickly stepped forward and gave the director ten pounds of thin noodles, plus three bags of "Xiehe" MSG, and said with a smile:

"Director, could you please go there yourself? I have more of this seasoning. You can cook it at home and it will taste better..."

These ten kilograms of thin noodles are quite valuable, not to mention three bags of "Xiehe" MSG, which is really hard to buy.

When the director looked at these "meeting gifts", his face suddenly turned into a smile and he said loudly:

"Master He, Abu has already told me that you are his godson, and you deserve his ancestral property. I will handle this matter for you.

This agreement is made in triplicate. You and Abu each have one copy, and my street will keep another copy..."

After He Yuzhu and Abu signed the agreement in front of the director, the matter of buying a house was basically settled.

Then He Yuzhu sent the director a long way away, and told him several times that he would definitely come to thank him. The director understood what the other party meant, and it seemed that he would be able to offer him some benefits in the future.

Abu's donation of real estate to He Yuzhu was reasonable and compliant, and it was not difficult to do. The director did not expect that He Yuzhu would be so "smart", including a meeting gift and a visit to thank him.

Thinking again that this person was listed on the bulletin board of He Yuzhu's courtyard this year, the director immediately praised He Yuzhu greatly and repeatedly promised that "you can contact him if you have anything in the future"...

Looking at the director's retreating figure, He Yuzhu felt very happy. At this time, having a good relationship with the street director has only advantages and no disadvantages.

Besides, he will be a one-man institution in the future. He will not have those trivial matters, nor will he have a "moral man" like Yi Zhonghai to give random orders, so his life will definitely be easy.

After He Yuzhu returned to the yard and handed over the first month's twenty yuan and fifty kilograms of thin noodles to Abu, he took the remaining forty kilograms of thin noodles and prepared to send Deng Baoying home.

"Brother Zhuzhu, you... are you giving me fine noodles? But..."

Deng Baoying looked at the forty kilograms of thin noodles with a surprised look on her face. She had heard He Yuzhu say that ordinary people didn't have enough thin noodles.

Even though He Yuzhu is the chef in the cafeteria of a steel rolling mill with 10,000 people and can get food more easily than others, he still has to support his sister, so his life must not be easy.

Besides, she doesn’t lack anything at home, and she can eat as much noodles as she wants.

Therefore, Deng Baoying was unwilling to accept the forty kilograms of fine noodles from He Yuzhu, for fear that if he accepted the fine noodles, the other party's family would suffer from famine.

"I can't let your help go to waste, right? I know your family is in need of everything, but this is all I have for the time being..."

Deng Baoying looked at He Yuzhu's embarrassed look and felt nervous, fearing that not wanting this "thank you gift" would hurt the other person's self-esteem, so she quickly took the thin noodles from the other person's hand and said "Aojiao":

"You have a conscience! I just want to eat steamed buns, so you can go to my house to make them on the weekend!"

"Okay!"

Deng Baoying happily sat on the back seat of He Yuzhu's bicycle. The two of them laughed and laughed along the way, so much so that He Yuzhu didn't even notice the car following behind him...

But it was said that after Qin Xiaoli got off the bus from the city, she directly followed Xu Damao's instructions and went to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

She asked questions as she walked and came to the gate of the steel rolling mill. She just said hello to the security guard. Before she could ask, she saw Xu Damao walking out of the factory with a serious face.

She excitedly wanted to wave to the other party, but Xu Damao didn't seem to see her. He not only ignored her joy, but even ignored her.

"Girl, it seems you are looking for Director Xu?"

Just when Qin Xiaoli was puzzled by Xu Damao's words and deeds and was stunned on the spot, the security guard leaned out half of his body and said something with a playful smile on his face that woke her up.

Qin Xiaoli rolled her eyes when she saw this, and as if she understood what Xu Damao meant, she said casually to the security guard:

"I'm looking for my cousin Qin Huairu. She's probably at work right now. I'll come see her later..."


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