Zheng Qian and others returned to the sales department, Dou Liqi took out the calculator and explained in detail to Zheng Qian, the unit price is still 9800 yuan per flat, but the total price is in accordance with the Dragon Boat Festival preferential price, giving a 3% discount on the total price, because it is a villa, so the down payment is at least 40%, seeing Zheng Qian pay the 100,000 deposit on the spot, Dou Liqi's smiling eyes are invisible, the service is very thoughtful, promising that all the procedures will be handled on his behalf, and then nodded and sent Zheng Qian to the car and left.

Wang Gang watched the whole process, and was a little surprised by Zheng Qian's boldness, he said hesitantly while driving: "Brother Qian, I think there can be less ...... in the total price."

"There's no need. ”

Zheng Qian said: "I don't plan to live in this villa at this stage, purely for investment, and I don't plan to decorate, I buy it now, and it can at least triple in two years. ”

Wang Gang thought he had heard it wrong, and he was stunned.

Triple in two years? Villas with a total price of nearly 5 million will be tripled in two years?

This is simply beyond his level of cognition.

Looking at Brother Qian's determined expression, he didn't dare to speak, for fear of exposing his ignorance.

Zheng Qian's fingers tapped on the seat, and a sense of urgency surged in his heart.

You should make more money.

The house in Shencheng is really good, after the development of NS District in a few years, the house is even more expensive, but the house in Beijing, Donghai and other super first-tier cities is also more worth buying.

As soon as he thought of this, Zheng Qian felt in his heart that the source of struggle had come.

In the evening, Zheng Qian and the company commander Zhang Peng converged, had a meal, contacted the feelings, and learned that Zheng Qian was going to enter the camp tomorrow to participate in the Dragon Boat Festival condolence performance, several comrades-in-arms were a little excited, and sang a red song on the spot, asking Zheng Qian how he sang and whether he had the potential to transfer to civilian work.

Zheng Qian's face was speechless, and a group of rough men roared with red faces and thick necks, which was commonplace in the army, but it was too child's play on the table.

He didn't take it seriously, and shook his head with a smile.

Zhang Peng directly patted them on the back of the head, and scolded with a smile: "Just a few of you old guns, can you compare with Zheng Qian?

A group of people laughed, but their eyes were full of envy, it is easy to change jobs and difficult to change jobs, for civilian cadres, many comrades-in-arms are actually very envious, high salaries, good treatment, and the speed of promotion is also obvious to all.

That night, Zheng Qian and others couldn't drive because they were all drinking, so they found a hotel in the city to settle in.

Before going to bed, Yang Hongyi, an officer of the Konghai Political Art Troupe, called and asked Zheng Qian to report an address, and he would drive to pick him up and join the camp early tomorrow morning.

In the early hours of the next morning, Yang Hongyi arrived on time, and he drove an SUV to pick up Zheng Qian.

Yang Hongyi was on this business trip, wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue trousers, and a sacred epaulette on his shoulders.

When I walked out of the hotel, it was quite eye-catching.

However, before going to the barracks of the Airborne Army, Zheng Qian had to pass by Gongming Town first, and the large bags of northern specialties in his suitcase could not be stored for a long time, so he had to take them home first.

The performance was in the afternoon, and there was enough time, so Yang Hongyi readily agreed, and by the way, he also visited Zheng Qian's parents.

Zhang Peng and others are also going to return to the team today, not enough to report on the day of registration, they are not very particular, they can return to the team sooner or later, especially last night, they drank too much at the wine table, and talked a lot of nonsense, and several people's feelings deepened, so they also shouted to go to Zheng Qian's house for morning tea together.

What could Zheng Qian say, he could only agree, he called home in advance, and learned that his mother Liang Rong was at home, so three cars with Guangdong Provincial military plates drove into front of Zheng's house one after another.

At this time, it was seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and the neighbors were still wandering around the morning exercises, exchanging neighborhood gossip.

"Zheng Wei has recently had a second spring in his career, and he often doesn't see anyone, but I heard that someone from the food safety supervision department is investigating him!"

"Isn't it?Uncle Wei's Duowang fresh milk we have been drinking for several years, it's very safe!"

"Yes, it's much better than those boxed milk on the market, and it doesn't have diarrhea!"

"That's right, we have been drinking for a long time when Uncle Wei's house was a small workshop, and at that time, Uncle Wei hired a few people to deliver fresh milk to our neighbors door-to-door, and now he has directly become the general manager of Duowang Dairy, not to mention, his milk is better than those so-called big brands!"

"Haha, I saw him the other day, his big back combed, shiny and shiny. ”

"You don't know yet, Zheng Wei seems to be ready to take out a loan to build a factory, and it's really getting bigger and bigger!"

At this time, everyone suddenly stopped, because they were far away, they saw three military vehicles parked at Lao Zheng's house, and this scene immediately caused a burst of discussion among the neighbors.

However, when Zheng Qian, who was dressed in military uniform, stepped out of the car, the entire street seemed to pause, and some people couldn't help but talk to each other.

That young officer, it looks a little familiar!

An old man in Chaha rode a bicycle and swayed past Zheng Qian, only to see him jump out of the car seat, staring at Zheng Qian up and down: "How many are you?"

Zheng Qian turned his head and saw an old man pushing a bicycle with a wrinkled face looking at him with some excitement, and said with a smile: "Yes, I'm Duoduo, good morning, second uncle!"

"That's a lot!"

The old man's excited mouth was a little trembling, he parked the car, stretched out his hand and shook Zheng Qian tightly, looking at Zheng Qian's military uniform, his slightly cloudy eyes lit up: "I haven't met you for several years, are you actually going to be a soldier?"

Second uncle, how are you doing lately?"

Zheng Qian completely remembered the identity of the old man.

In the early years, the second uncle, who had been selling morning tea on the street, although he was not related by blood, was also a neighbor who watched Zheng Qian grow up.

"Good, good!"

The second uncle saw that Zheng Qian still remembered himself, and he couldn't close his mouth happily, "You kid, good!

The bustle outside the door obviously also alarmed the Zheng family, and her mother Liang Rong opened the door and saw a group of soldiers standing together, her heart jumped, but when she saw Zheng Qian, she was relieved a lot, especially when she saw Zheng Qian wearing a military uniform and leather shoes, she immediately remembered what Zheng Qian said when she went home last time.

Her eyes are bigger than the second uncle's stare!

My precious son, he really joined the art troupe!