Gao Qingsong had already learned about the general situation at home before deciding to leave.

didn't leave in a hurry, but stayed at the music scene to the end, because after understanding, he knew that he couldn't reach out and couldn't help.

Even if he decided to come back later, he gave himself an explanation, and when he came back, he found that he really didn't have any fart, so he went back to the countryside and stayed at his grandfather's.

If there are no accidents, within twenty days, the already predestined end will happen.

But after selling melons for a few days, he found that such a day was not bad.

Usually losers comfort themselves like this...

Gao Qingsong is not a failure, because after all, the company and family business are not what he struggled for, but the sense of disparity is still obvious enough.

He knew that what he used to buy casually would not be able to afford in the future.

He knew that he might have to rely on himself to support himself in the future, and the money he earned from selling melons... He always felt that selling for a month was not enough to go out for a meal.

Of course, the biggest sense of gap comes from Su Yu.

I used to be able to chase, but now I can't.

But I really like it, it's so annoying.

Annoying, life still has to go on, Gao Qingsong drove a small truck on the dirt road of his hometown, wore GUCCI, and sold melons for several days.

Then a phone call, fate suddenly reversed.

Su Yu stepped on his small high heels, grabbed his collar, kissed him violently, rubbed the lipstick on his cheeks, and went home to wash for a long time, but it was so fragrant.

Zhang Xiaojian sat opposite him with a little wine, and said to him: "I can really take 10 billion." ”

Don't blame it at this moment, Gao Qingsong, who is sitting cross-legged at the low table, not only has some numbness in his legs, but also a little numb all over his body, after all, happiness comes too quickly and too suddenly.

It's just that moving is moving, for Su Yu, he can fight in the future, but how dare he ask for Zhang Xiaojian's 10 billion?

After coming back to his senses, Gao Qingsong hurriedly shook his head and said, "You really dare to give it, and I don't dare to take it." ”

Zhang Xiaojian blinked, ate a peanut, and said while chewing, "What don't you dare to take?"

"I really can't take it. Gao Qingsong replied solemnly.

Zhang Xiaojian raised his wine glass, the three old men took another sip, and he said, "I definitely can't take money for nothing, I have a concept." ”

"What's the idea?" asked Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong in unison.

Zhang Xiaojian's cross-legged cross-legged was also a little numb, and it was changed to squatting.

Squatting on the kang, he was a little addicted to eating peanuts, and he was not in a hurry, so he threw another one into his mouth, pointed out the window and said: "I think the important thing for a real estate company is not to see how much profit it can make in a year." ”

"What are you looking at?" asked Poplar, tilting his head.

Zhang Xiaojian replied: "It depends on whether the quality of the house is good, whether the property in the community is in place, whether the scenery can make people happy, and whether the price can not be so high." ”

Gao Qingsong and Bai Yang glanced at each other, and suddenly felt that these words were somewhat familiar.

The more Zhang Xiaojian thought about it, the more he felt right, and slapped the table with one hand: "Yes, that's it, be a real estate company that doesn't make money, only serves the people!"

Really..

and a routine for the special music scene.

Gao Qingsong rubbed his temples and asked rhetorically, "Zhang Xiaojian, why don't you like to make money so much?" ”

As soon as Zhang Xiaojian heard this, tears almost fell, remembering that he was weak and dying after winning 10,000 yuan from Hong Xinshu, it was really uncomfortable.

Of course, he couldn't say this, so he had to hold back his tears and pretend: "Because there is too much money to spend..."

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Zhang Xiaojian's money is indeed inexhaustible.

In the past few months, his small-scale peasant thinking has improved, because he has become the owner of Jianxing Entertainment, opened a foundation, and invested in Shanghai Magic Energy.

Sometimes Zhang Xiaojian thinks, what else can he do with his money?

When he heard Gao Qingsong say that his family was engaged in real estate development, Zhang Xiaojian's eyes lit up.

Because he used to be very poor, very ordinary, ordinary to the dust.

At that time, what crushed him was not because of the reality that he might work hard, but he didn't have any use for it, but because he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to afford a house.

In contemporary society, it seems that every young person from an ordinary family is in debt, housing loans, car loans, and all kinds of loans.

Everyone seems to have gotten used to it...

I'm used to deducting half of my salary every month, I'm used to borrowing from Huabei to survive this month, and I'm used to paying the minimum repayment on my credit card every month, and the more I repay, it seems that I will never pay it back.

Zhang Xiaojian can't solve so many things.

But he felt that building a building seemed to be something he could do.

How low house prices can be kept down is a professional aspect, and he doesn't understand.

But he hopes that he can build a good quality house, a garden-like community, some preferential policies for young people, and some warmth that makes them feel as if they can really buy a house if they grit their teeth.

This can be done and seen.

But he needs absolute control.

Because I am afraid that no board of directors of a real estate company will approve of him doing such a thing.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaojian felt that this matter was not a help or charity for Gao Qingsong, but just his own whim, and it involved many professional things, of course, it had to be considered in the long run.

There is no need to think about it in the long term tonight, Zhang Xiaojian said to Gao Qingsong: "Drink first, call your father tomorrow, let's talk about it, maybe your father still doesn't agree." ”

Gao Qingsong raised his glass: "Let's drink first." ”

The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

The homemade small plastic bucket of Nongfu Spring burned half down.

The old lady's yard is big, there are many houses, after drinking, Gao Qingsong arranged for Zhang Xiaojian and Baiyang to sit in a room facing south, neat and clean, except for the kang is a little hard, everything else is good.

Su Yu was arranged in a nearby hut, and Gao Qingsong talked to her inside.

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang poked their heads out of the window and waited for a moment before watching Gao Qingsong walk out and close the door.

Of course, they whistled.

Poplar said, "It's coming out so soon?"

"It's so fast, it's not even a minute. ”

"You can't do it either, Lao Gao. ”

"I see that in addition to the small burn and medicinal wine in the house, I don't know what kind of whip is brewed, let's drink this tomorrow. ”

Gao Qingsong smiled, turned around lightly and said, "I won't disturb you two tonight, see you tomorrow." "After saying that, it's called a chic.

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang scolded a few more sentences and went back to the house, lying on the hard kang and couldn't fall asleep, Zhang Xiaojian picked up his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Ye Mozhu.

Then I saw the reply from the second aunt in WeChat.

At this afternoon, Zhang Xiaojian reported his safety to his second aunt, saying that he would not go back at night in the provincial capital today, and the second aunt did not return at that time, and she didn't know what she was busy with. ’

Brother and sister-in-law?

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned for a moment, thinking of his brother, but he didn't remember that his sister-in-law was that after all.

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