PS: I have been writing. Yesterday I wrote 10,000 words, but I didn’t dare to upload it. I felt that I had lost all my energy. I could only delete and rewrite, which is a bit of a vicious cycle. Sorry.
Zhao Song's root has always been a house! With a house, there is everything. This is the most important thing he learned after living for more than thirty years in his previous life.
But he didn't expect that the first house he owned would be a shop. One shop supports three generations, and a shop is better than a house. But Zhao Song still wanted a house more.
"We have 18 apartments in our house, and we can't even spend the monthly rent. What's the use of studying hard." The fat guy who graduated from elementary school in the news made a deep impression on Zhao Song.
That little fat man despised 99% of the people in the world, and Zhao Song wanted to be the 1%.
……………
Thursday, May 11, 2000, light rain.
After taking professional classes, Zhao Song hurriedly ran into the leisure club, took the towel handed over by Xiao Yu, wiped it carelessly, and sat down opposite Bai Li.
"What's up?"
"Can't you sit over here? Isn't it awkward to talk like this?"
"I just observed the enemy situation and there are at least 5 of your suitors in the club!"
Bai Li rolled her eyes at Zhao Song and saw that his heart was racing. She quickly took a few deep breaths to steady her mind.
"Zhao Song, I quit the student union." Bai Li said.
Nod.
"Zhao Song, I don't want to live like this for four years without doing anything."
Nod. You lived like this in your last life, playing tricks on the rich second generation and being very happy.
"Zhao Song, I need you to give me some advice."
Nod.
"What?" Zhao Song reacted and said in surprise.
"During the Chinese New Year, one of your words had a great impact on me. My mother also said that you are a very insightful person."
Your mother not only wants to cheat me, but also wants to cheat her daughter?
"Zhao Song?"
Zhao Song came back to his senses and asked: "Are you bored?"
Nod.
"Then let's have a heart-shaking love affair with the handsome man."
A sofa cushion fell over.
Zhao Song hugged him quickly.
After thinking about it, Zhao Song asked Bai Li: "Have you ever made money?"
In a previous life, this girl became a socialite in Kyoto as soon as she graduated. She probably would never have the concept of working to make money in her entire life.
Shake his head.
Zhao Song snapped his fingers and said, "Then try to support yourself without relying on your family first?"
Bai Li hesitated: "Where can I make money?"
Zhao Song sat upright, trying his best to hide Big Big Wolf's eyes, and said sincerely: "You are welcome to the leisure club, three meals a month are guaranteed for eight hundred!"
Senior Du of the student union failed Zhao Song's expectations and underestimated the integrity of other students. Except for Liao Yingzhu, who was pried to Zhonghai by Zhao Song, no one came to report.
Xiao Yu is almost exhausted.
"Then what? I can't support myself with 800 a month."
"When you feel that you have adapted to the role of a waiter, go to Tesla in the Pacific to sell computers. There will be no base salary, only commission.
Do you remember Dong Lingyun?" Seeing Bai Li nodding, Zhao Song continued, "When she made the most, she earned 3,300 a day."
Bai Li thought for a long time and finally said to Zhao Song with a smile: "Boss Zhao, please take good care of me in the future."
Zhao Song nodded, "I'll go explain to Xiao Yu and let's start today."
Xiao Yu had already put aside her grudge against Bai Li. After hearing Zhao Song's notice, she still looked at Bai Li in surprise.
"What? Not welcome?"
He nodded, then quickly shook his head.
Zhao Song was happy and said: "Speak."
"Welcome." Xiaoyu said in a hoarse voice.
Zhao Song breathed a sigh of relief. If Xiao Yu disagreed, he would have no choice but to put Bai Li directly in the position of Pacific Tesla.
"Then you two communicate with each other. Once Bai Li gets used to it, we'll switch shifts. I'm leaving, and Wen Jing will be leaving in a while. I have to stay with her until the end."
……….
Wen Jing was really about to leave. More than a month ago, Zhao Song took over this business worth 250,000 yuan. Although he was unwilling to do so, who knew the secret joy in his heart.
Zhao Song is a dedicated person, a person with professional ethics, and a person who has escaped from high-level interests. In the short time left, he plans to let Wen Jing experience the sweetness of a little girl and the normal love of a young pair.
……..
The bustling zoo wholesale market and the dazzling array of products opened Wen Jing's eyes.
"Auntie, you have to bargain. The biggest pleasure of coming here is to bargain, not to buy things." Zhao Song carried two big bags on his back and followed Wen Jing's cheerful footsteps.
"Zhao Song, there are so many things here, they are so beautiful. Also, can I bargain here?"
Zhao Song rolled his eyes, you only shop for contemporary and new world Bai Fumei, you don't understand the fun of bargaining at all.
After buying two sacks of clothes, I guess Wen Jing could only pile them up in a corner. The woman when shopping and the woman after returning home are completely different creatures.
Zhao Song, who did not come here in vain, gave Wen Jing a gift from her boyfriend for the first time - a white silk COS maid outfit, plus Kuang San's ribbon hair accessories, for a total of 88.
Wen Jing was very satisfied with this gift. Zhao Song was heartbroken by the price. The sailor uniform he bought for Xiao Yu only cost 28.
"Zhao Song, I dare to talk to boys."
………
The beautiful Beihai Park.
The two of them were boating on the blue and gentle North Sea. Wen Jing took off her shoes and socks, revealing her crystal clear feet, which she put into the water and kicked up and down playfully.
Pretending not to see Zhao Song's pig-like appearance, he asked happily: "Is this a normal relationship? Zhao Song, you are just fooling me by carrying me around every day!"
"Hehe~"
"Sing me a song!"
"I?"
"Beihai, Baita, you can only sing one song here. If you sing it for me, I'll forgive you."
Zhao Song rowed the boat and pondered for a long time before opening up his tone-deaf gong voice.
"Let's swing the oars, spread the girls' legs, and the white underwear is reflected on the sea..."
"Crack!"
"It hurts~"
"Zhao Song, I don't blush anymore when I talk to boys."
……………
"Zhao Song, where are we? Why are we bringing myna with us?"
"Cuandixia, an old village from the Ming Dynasty. I'm not going back tonight, so of course I have to take myna with me."
"What's fun here?"
“The authentic ancient courtyard house will no longer be seen in the future.”
Three years later, this place was developed into a tourist attraction, and the original scenes of ancient life no longer exist.
Reborn people have this kind of advantage. They can visit some undeveloped tourist attractions in advance and save having to eat dumplings with others in the future.
Of course, Zhao Song's biggest purpose here was to see if he could build a courtyard house. A few years later, Cuandixia in Ximentougou, Kyoto, became a national scenic spot, and the rows of private cars from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain were still fresh in his memory.
Wen Jing, a literary young woman, looked at the screen wall and the courtyard with great interest. Myna, who was bored on the way, retreated early.
"Zhao Song, where did you know about this place?"
…….The future will know.
"Forgot."
"Zhao Song, look quickly, there is a gate tower over there."
There is a stone tablet under the gatehouse with an introduction to the village. Zhao Song in his previous life did not see it at all because there were too many people.
'One kilometer above the village, 100 meters south lake (a line of sky) is like a trumpet, absorbing the purple energy from the east and bringing auspiciousness to your home. Half a kilometer below the village, a beam (mencha ridge) extends vertically from Bifeng Mountain and inserts into the east mountain col, locking in the God of Wealth.
at home'
This was a geomantic treasure, and Zhao Song's spirit was shaken, and his desire to build a courtyard became even more urgent.
Immediately, his face turned dark.
80% are family members of military martyrs. The 93rd person in the village all has the surname Han, and there are 20 people working as officials at or above the bureau level.
Your mother~
This pockmark is not a pockmark, it is a trap. Today Zhao Song dares to take advantage of it and buy a courtyard. In the future, someone will build him a cheap tomb.
Zhao Song completely gave up on taking advantage.
However, the depressed mood did not last long. On the remote and quiet shore of Nanhu Lake, Wen Jing put on a white silk COS maid outfit, which satisfied Zhao Song's eyes and hands.
"Zhao Song, I once had a boyfriend as shameless as you. I will never be shy again."
Thank you for the compliment.
The sound of a text message came, Wen Jing picked up her phone and took a look, her happy eyes turned sad...