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As soon as the army left, the woman who led the dance came over again, and when she saw V60, her eyes lit up, one arm wrapped around Jiang Xuan's neck, and she said greasy and crookedly: "Brother Xuanxuan, it's good enough, I use the same mobile phone as Mr. Song, borrow me for a few days." ”

This woman has a lot of makeup on her face, and her eyeliner can be drawn to the sky, but Zhao Zejun estimates that she is in her early twenties at best.

Jiang Xuan laughed, "Don't come to this set, it's almost the same to borrow me from you for two days, this thing was given to me by my brother, not borrowed." ”

"Yo, such a baby, shouldn't it be a token of love." The woman turned her head and threw a wink at Zhao Zejun, eating and laughing, she reached out to touch Zhao Zejun's face, "This brother is handsome enough, no wonder ......"

"You two continue to spend the first step, I'll go first!" Zhao Zejun tilted his head with a smile and avoided the woman's hand, stood up and said.

"Don't go, watch my sister dance at night, and when I get off work, my sister will take you to open a meat ......"

"Don't, I have something important to do at night!" Zhao Zejun said solemnly.

"Why?" The woman was stunned.

"Go home and do your homework!"

Zhao Zejun threw down a word and turned around to flash people, and the woman rolled her eyes at his back angrily, "Scholars are fake and serious!" Jiang Xuan laughed, and a hand went down the woman's open neckline, "I am the real scripture, come on, let's talk about life, talk about ideals......"

As soon as the fake serious reader entered the house, he saw his father Zhao Tao and mother Zhou Ya in his room.

The two Nokias were unpacked, they were placed on the table, and the parents sat at the desk facing each other, staring at the two brand-new mobile phones on the table, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Son, what's the matter with the phone?" Zhou Ya's expression when she looked at her mobile phone was like looking at a time bomb that would explode at any time.

"I bought it, I bought one, you and my dad have one." Zhao Zejun said.

Yes? And another one? Three?

Zhou Ya gave her son a straightforward answer in her stomach, Zhao Tao coughed and said, "You bought it?" How much? ”

"Add up to six thousand."

Zhou Ya got up from the chair and stared at Zhao Zejun, her eyes were obviously bigger, and her face was incredible. Zhao Tao was also quite surprised, and said strangely: "Where did you get so much money?" ”

"Didn't you say it last time, it was to help my classmates online, my classmate has money at home, and he is the head of the industrial and commercial bureau."

Zhao Zejun took out the last set again to talk about things. Meals to eat one bite at a time, surprises to come little by little, first reveal the willingness to make money, and then come to a mobile phone, so that the family gradually improve their confidence in their ability to make money, and so on in the future to really profit from the demolition, parents will accept it more smoothly, otherwise when the time comes, it will really take out a lot of houses at once, I'm afraid only surprise, no joy, don't let the family think that they are doing evil outside, scared out of a good way.

The Zhao family's parents don't know much about things on the Internet, and everyone talks about the Internet economy in the Internet era these days, but not many people know how to make money from the Internet.

Zhao Tao specially looked for Yu Zhe's novel on the Internet and took a look.

The content,I don't dare to compliment.,But it's really hot.,A novel website that looks very beautiful.,The top is a big advertisement for this novel.,It looks very popular.。

It was night, Zhou Ya and Zhao Tao talked at night.

"I didn't expect my son to have talent in this area, and he can be a screenwriter in the future!" Zhou Ya said as she played with her mobile phone.

Zhao Tao studied the timer alarm function of the mobile phone, and said proudly: "That's not it, don't look at what your husband does, my son's talent for novels is definitely inherited from me." By the way, isn't the eldest sister in your unit showing off in front of you with a domestic mobile phone at the end of three days, you go to the unit tomorrow, and bring the mobile phone that my son bought for you, and when you eat together at noon, I will call you and shame her. ”

"Hey, I don't have the same knowledge as her, her mobile phone is only 1,000, and her son bought this one, one top her two."

Zhou Ya put down her mobile phone, leaned on Zhao Tao's arm, and said, "You said, I'm going to be laid off, but I don't feel uncomfortable at all, but I feel that the days are getting happier and happier." ”

Zhao Tao thought for a while and said, "My son has grown up." ”

……

In the first week of winter vacation, Zhao Zejun began to wander around Gaogang Village.

The start-up capital has been put in place, 400,000 yuan, deducting the purchase of mobile phones, leaving a part of the emergency, Zhao Zejun can use at least 350,000 yuan to buy a house.

In 2002, the average house price in Yijiang City was about 1,200, and the specific price varied greatly due to factors such as location, housing structure, age, and community environment.

For example, the price of Amber Villa of Xia Yubing's family has exceeded 4,000, and the government community of Yu Zhe's family is also close to 3,000.

The building of Zhao Zejun's house is located in the first ring of the city by the river, only a river away from the city park, and it is only half an hour's walk to the pedestrian street.

But it was dragged down by the urban villages behind, and it was never sold at a high price, which was slightly higher than the average price, about 1,300 yuan per square meter.

But the housing prices in Gaogang Village have always been a mystery.

It is also strange to say that Zhao Zejun has lived in Yijiang City for so long, and he has not heard of how much a square meter is in Gaogang Village.

According to his estimates, the environment in Gaogang Village is bad, the houses themselves are of poor quality, most of them are bricks and bungalows, which are in disrepair, and the property rights of many houses are not clear, so it would be good to sell them for five or six hundred and one square meters.

If it weren't for the demolition, no one would have lived in such a house in vain.

As a result, I wandered around Gaogang Village for a few days, and heard a lot of useful news, but I never heard about the housing prices, and asked several households around the corner, and the other party was either noncommittal, or vague, and some closed the door directly.

This is not right, Zhao Zejun clearly remembers that there are many houses sold and sold in Gaogang Village every year.

A few years ago, some people had the same idea as him, wanting to wait for the demolition to make a profit, but they bought a few houses, but they were never demolished, and they couldn't rent them out, so they were trapped.

This shows that there should be a lot of houses for sale in Gaogang Village, but why can't they find out?

Zhao Zejun pondered for a long time, and finally figured it out.

There are probably several reasons for this.

First, there are particularities in the residents of urban villages, this group of people, on the one hand, is more xenophobic and closed; On the other hand, there are also various large and small contradictions among the residents of urban villages.

As an outsider, he rashly inquired about money-related things, of course people didn't want to say more;

Second, many of the residents in Gaogang Village are tenants, not owners, and the houses are not theirs, so how can they worry about buying and selling. What's more, these tenants are mixed with dragons and snakes, and I heard that there are fugitives, and these people are not too wary of outsiders, so of course they will not talk deeply.

In addition, the most important point is that I am still too young.

In the eyes of others, he was a student at all, with a young face, a circle of fluff on his lips, and a beard that did not even grow stiff.

Who would treat a student seriously among the residents of an urban village who they don't know each other?

Zhao Zejun pondered that what he wanted to buy was not a set or two, and it would definitely not work to go from house to house by himself.

Professional things are left to professional people.

Find an agent.