Han Shiqun was thinking, not thinking about how to write this poem, but thinking about what friends he had who were good at poetry, who could help Qi Rail to solve the siege quickly, in the entire Wucheng literary circle, Han Shiqun still has some connections and influence.

Seeing Han Shiqun thinking about it, anxious Feng thought that there was a play, and his mentality gradually relaxed, and asked Mei Fengchao, "This is Mrs. Han, by the way, are you here?"

Mei Fengchao pointed to the next door, "We came to see the house, just the small one next door." ”

"Are you sure?" asked anxious wind.

"It's settled. ”

"How much?" asked anxious wind again.

Mei Fengchao was stunned, this person has a lot of questions, but chatting, he still told him, "The total price is 1.5 million, the house is too expensive, it's not easy to bargain." ”

Jiao Yifeng nodded, "As long as Mr. Han can write a poem that satisfies me, that house can be discounted by nine." ”

"Why!" The intermediary brother is dissatisfied, why do you give a nine-percent discount, but his remuneration follows the housing price, so isn't his income also going to be discounted.

"Why?" anxious Feng made a tall appearance and smiled slightly, "Just because the house is mine, if you are not satisfied, I can trade with Mr. Han by myself, and I will not go through your intermediary company." ”

"Ahh

No wonder, no wonder the decoration style of the two houses is so similar, it turned out to be the same family!

The intermediary brother's sweat came down all of a sudden, and he didn't do his homework! He hurriedly whispered, "Mr. Jiao, I, I don't know, don't do it, I didn't say what I said just now." ”

Anxious Feng raised his fat hand, "It's okay, your boss is a nephew of my own family, I will tell him, how much you should mention how much you have achieved, just give Teacher Han's asking price a nine-percent discount, this is my mind, count it on me." ”

Han Wu Feng Han glanced at each other, oh, this time I saved 150,000 yuan! Daddy's poem is sky-high!

However, hearing the conversation between Jiao Yifeng and his wife, Han Shiqun's heart became even more chaotic, he wanted to find foreign aid for a while, and he wanted to solve it by himself for a while, but for a while, he had no idea, and his brain began to sweat.

Now he wants to get this nine-percent discount through his talent, because his wife has paid too much, his own money will be enough for starting a business, and buying a house will definitely cost his wife's savings.

However, the town house must also meet the requirements of the anxious wind, embody his noble aspirations, and stay away from the smell of copper and low-grade determination; this, this, this, this is not easy to say! He does not have the genius of Cao Zhi to write poems in seven steps, and the former Xuanda poet Ji He said it well, the article is natural, and the clever hand can get it! There are some things that really cannot be forced.

Feng Han saw Uncle Han's struggle, and Mei Fengchao chatted curiously with Jiao Yifeng about why he bought two houses at the same time, both of which had already been renovated, but he had to sell the small one.

Anxious Feng explained, "I, I especially like the elegant things of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, when it comes to calligraphy, it must be the first to recommend Zeng Guangxian Zeng, and we are still Dongyang fellow countrymen, I want to ask him for a word, the price is this house, the small one next to it, in fact, it is for myself, when the time comes, I can still be a neighbor with the old gentleman, say it, I have a light on my face!"

"However, the old man is high-spirited and resolute, and he resolutely does not accept it, so I will live in it by myself, and it is useless to keep the house next to it, so I asked my eldest nephew to help me sell it, and Lord Zeng may have been moved by my sincerity, and once told me that if you want his words, somewhere and somewhere, there will be an auction, which is a sub-boutique, and you can fight for it yourself. ”

"And then there is the matter of your 15 million photographs of the "Lanting Collection Preface"?" Feng Han interjected.

"That's right, yo he, even you children know it!" said anxiously, "At that time, Lord Zeng still praised me as rich and benevolent, and we still had a group photo, but they were all in my manor in Lin'an, here, it is still too simple, after all, it is a small place." ”

Feng Han stammered his mouth, it's still small, so how big is your manor in Lin'an, is it poverty that limits my imagination~

After explaining the ins and outs, anxiously asked Han Shiqun, "Teacher Han, how are you thinking?"

Han Shiqun originally had a little thought, but when he asked like this, he suddenly disappeared, looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he hadn't yet, Qi Liang helped him respond, "Mr. Jiao, what are you anxious about, how can this thing be so easy to write, do you think everyone is Cao Zijian." ”

"Who is Cao Zijian?" anxiously puzzled.

"It's Cao Zhi, Cao Cao's son. Qi Rail rolled his eyes, at this level of education, he still thinks that the town house poems he wrote are not good.

Jiao Feng snorted, "You just said that Cao Zhi is not over, the one who became a poem in seven steps, I know, how could I not know, hum." ”

Feng Han glanced at Han Wu and saw that she was clenched into fists with both hands, more nervous than when she was proposed, in fact, Feng Han was the same, it was very rewarding to be able to save such a large amount of expenses for her family.

So, regardless of whether it was appropriate for him to do this, he put his ear on Han Shiqun and said a few words to him, and then Han Shiqun looked at Feng Han incredulously, this, it's impossible.

Feng Han gave him a look: Say!

Han Shiqun gave him a look back: I didn't hear it clearly, I just thought it was quite awesome~

Han Wu leaned over, "What are you two muttering?"

Han Shiqun pointed at Feng Han, "Mr. Jiao, our children have thought about it for a while, can you listen to it?"

Jiao Feng frowned, "Teacher Han, I'm afraid it's not very successful, I can trust your ability, how can you find a child to deal with me!"

Feng Han just guessed that there would be such a possibility, so he told Han Shiqun to say it through his mouth, but he didn't expect him to be so sincere.

Han Shiqun smiled slightly, "Whether it works or not, you listen to it first, you won't waste too much time anyway, right." ”

Jiao Yifeng looked at Feng Han with distrust, "Then listen to it~"

Helpless, Feng Han had no choice but to stand up and prepare to recite, before speaking, he confirmed to Jiao Yifeng again, "Do you think this house is a little too simple compared to your house in Lin'an?" ”

Anxious wind: "Compared with Lin'an, it's actually good, if it is compared with the one in Shanghai, it's really much simpler." ”

This forced pretend, sealed cold clothes, so he was not polite, "Since you think so, I will miss it." ”

Feng Han cleared his throat, "The mountain is not high, if there is an immortal, it is famous, the water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it is spiritual." ”

"Hmm!" Erlang, who was anxiously cocked, suddenly lowered his legs and sat up straight, which is a bit interesting.

However, Qi Rail is a little disapproving, this sentence is obviously borrowed from the famous sentence of the hermit Mr. Song Ju in the late Tang Dynasty and early Zhou Dynasty, "The mountain is not at the top, the immortal dwelling is famous, the water is not in the abyss, and the dragon is spiritual." ”

"Si is a burrow, but I am Dexin. This sentence, Feng Han finally overcame himself and said it, it was embarrassing to say that it was a burrow, how shameless it must be, Liu Yuxi wanted to beat someone when he heard it!