"How about this, we can state in the contract that after a quarter, if there are other tenants in this office building, I have to rent it for the next nine months, how about that?"

Half an hour later, they were already gesturing at the elevator entrance, and the intermediary nodded like garlic. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's it, I've been moving the company over in the last few days, remember what I asked for to change. In addition, although it is only us, I hope that the service in the building will keep up. ”

The intermediary stood at the door of the building and looked at Li Yingjun suspiciously.

"You didn't drive? Do you want me to send you? ”

This sentence clearly has the meaning of cross-examination.

Li Yingjun hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't hurt me!" I haven't driven for almost a year, and I walk everywhere, so you see I'm in good health now, right? I used to have three highs, and I had fatty liver, but now it's all gone, and I can't buy it with money, and I'm in good health! ”

The intermediary nodded again and again, drove the car slowly behind Li Yingjun, and looked at the customer's calm posture walking on the suburban avenue like a walk in his own back garden, and couldn't help but sigh: "This is really the style of a rich man!" ”

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"So busy, so busy!"

Li Yingjun ran here and there non-stop, and the things on his back and shoulders in his hands gradually increased. The one-meter-eight man who walked like a fly sighed while running: "It's good to have a good body!" ”

Li Yingjun put the things in the corner, turned around the room again, very satisfied, and walked on the way home, while blowing the warm spring breeze, he dialed the phone.

Gao Lu hung up three times, and finally answered: "Hey? ”

"Gao Lu, it's me, are you busy?"

"Uncle, why are you? I usually don't answer unfamiliar numbers when I see them. Did you buy a mobile phone? ”

"Well, I bought an eighty yuan, I don't know if I can use it, so I'll call you and try it."

"Uncle......

Li Yingjun wanted to get Gao Lu's expression.

"Uncle, don't be so shabby, right? I knew I was going to knock me out of that one for you. ”

"As long as it works. By the way, don't give out your number to anyone else. ”

"Isn't it okay for Reporter Yu?"

Li Yingjun smiled: "Xiaoren can, Yu Qing can't, don't you know that there is a freak in her family?" ”

Gao Lu said: "Uncle, you don't want to accept that others can, but you can't discriminate against others." ”

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Li Yingjun hung up his phone, hummed a beautiful song that he couldn't hear himself, and walked home.

When I walked to the entrance of the slum street, I found Da Le and Er Le squatting at the entrance, writing big characters on the ground with tree branches.

Si Le was looking at Da Le with admiration: "Da Le, you know so many words!" ”

Li Yingjun walked over: "Da Le, why did you come out?" No reporters coming? ”

It shouldn't be! Supposedly, there should be a lot of reporters coming to interview today! Li Yingjun muttered in his heart.

Da Le stood up and pointed lazily inside: "Come on, it's inside." ”

"Oh." Li Yingjun asked, "I gave up interviewing you so soon......"

"Dale confessed in the morning, and he was not allowed to say anything. The reporters didn't ask anything, they just asked the neighbors in this area! Look, Dad, our mouths are strict. After Erle finished speaking, he pursed his mouth vigorously.

"Ten bucks." Sanle added.

"What ten bucks?"

"Uncle Zhai said, talking about information fees, ask a question for ten yuan." Sile said.

Wule held a ball of things high for Li Yingjun to see.

Li Yingjun saw that it was a hundred yuan that had been crumpled by Wule.

"Where did this come from?"

When Da Le heard him ask this, he was furious and said, "What, they broke the door panel of our house, and I made them pay for it." Our door frame is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, a hundred, and I don't know if I can match the right board! ”

Li Yingjun was happy: "One hundred yuan, you can even change the door frame." ”

"Dad, what do you have to do with those reporters? They are probably scattered around the house now. Da Le said.

Li Yingjun looked inside, squatted down, and shook his head: "It's okay." ”

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At this time, the paupers were in the middle of the street.

Reporter A asked, "Uncle, what is your surname?" ”

Lao Zhai Tou said, "Ten yuan." ”

"Okay, ten yuan is ten yuan, I will have a good relationship with you first, and I am afraid that I will not reveal something valuable?" Reporter A began to pay for it with wishful thinking in his heart.

"The old man's surname is Zhai."

It's still old! Reporter A was disdainful.

"What is your relationship with the children in the FE group?"

"That's a long story, but you can make it short, do you want to listen to a long story or a short story?"

Reporter A was about to speak, but Lao Zhai Tou said again: "By the way, I ask you a question, don't you ask me to collect money, right?" ”

"No, no, no." Reporter A can't stand it anymore.

"Oh, that's good, but the FE group is famous now, and I know that they are made up of five children, so this question is going to count five." Lao Zhai opened a dirty palm and shook it in front of Reporter A.

Reporter A gritted his teeth and took out another fifty and put it in Lao Zhaitou's hand.

Lao Zhai bared his teeth and smiled: "Actually, the answer to the five questions is one, what about me, and they are neighbors, they helped me sing on Furong Road for a while last summer." You kid, you're quite kind, you just gave me fifty. ”

Reporter A was dripping blood in his heart, and secretly scolded: "Dead old man, just say that I got a stupid hat ......"

Wang Qiangqiang was holding the money in his mother's hand, and looked at the young man in front of him very eagerly: "Is there any problem?" ”

"There is no information at all...... young reporter B looked at the money in the aunt's hand regretfully, and said helplessly: "Okay, let me ask the last one, what does the Lark's father do?" ”

Reporter B thinks that Skylark, as the only girl in the FE group, is the most valuable thing for him to inquire about her, who is not financially well-off.

"Skylark?"

"This is it." Reporter B shows her the photo.

"Oh, her father, it's the headmaster of the school."

"Headmaster? Skylark lives here and is the principal's father? I have the impression that the principals are very rich! Then why would such a lovely daughter be left in the ghetto? All of the above questions were all questions that Reporter B wanted to ask, but the thick calloused palm that reached out in front of him made him swallow the question back.

The old man in front of reporter C has the demeanor of a man of the world, who doesn't seem to care about the income of ten yuan, wears cloudy reading glasses, and works hard to practice calligraphy and cultivate his sentiments -- uh, no, write home remedies for infertility.

"Uncle, what does Mohuang's father do?"

What happened next proved that the old man was not unmoved by money, and the old man gave his chin to the stack of ten yuan that had been pressed under the paperweight.

Reporter C was ready to pay for it, but found that there was no change.

"Uncle, I have a fifty here, put it there, take four ten pieces, you can take a good look."

Reporter C felt a deep pain in his heart while taking the money: "Grandma's, I didn't expect to invest so much!" ”

"Hmm." Lao Zhang bowed his head: "This is a long story, I asked you for ten yuan for this question, which is really a loss." Mo Huang's father was originally a worker at a construction site, but he was hit by a large cement slab that fell from it. To be honest, when I brought it back, I had a big hole in my head, and I was already out of gas! Thanks to me, who gave him an heirloom plaster, he was alive again. ”

As soon as reporter C heard that this was likely to be a scoop, he immediately took out another ten pieces of pressed paperweight.

"And then?"

Lao Zhangtou pointed to his head mysteriously: "Later, pitiful, here, there is a problem, amnesia is a trivial matter, since then he has been doing things strangely!" It's not easy for a child, you have to take care of your father's food and drink, and you have to accompany him to go crazy. ”

"It's not easy." Reporter C calculated that this was enough to write a headline and was ready to withdraw.

Lao Zhangtou took off his eyes: "Little girl, can you help me make a promotion for this plaster?" Look, the dead can be healed! If you're willing, I'll give you another piece of information, no money. ”

The corner of the reporter's mouth twitched twice: "Uncle, it is my boss who has the final say in doing propaganda and advertising, and it is all advertising space of tens of thousands of yuan for a few words, we are all low-level soldiers, and it doesn't matter if we say it." After saying that, he hurriedly escaped from this room full of strange medicinal and ink smells.

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Erle said, "Hey, it seems that someone has come out." ”

Dale said: "Their faces don't seem to be very good. ”

Sile said: "Maybe I didn't eat in the morning. ”

Li Yingjun said: "You have to send it to others, you must know that your news may appear in the newspaper tomorrow." ”

Wule ran in front of a reporter: "Fat uncle, does your back still hurt?" ”

"My heart hurts more than my back." The fat reporter wanted to cry without tears, and smiled reluctantly: "It doesn't hurt, little dove, this is my business card, if a hundred yuan is not enough to repair the door, call my uncle again." ”

Wule nodded obediently.

Under the warm farewell of the five members of the FE group, the reporters did not notice the most valuable interview subject squatting next to them, Li Yingjun.

Li Yingjun and the neighbors on the pauper's street were chatting happily.

"Handsome, it's a shame for you to let Lao Zhai Tou tell us to collect money, or we will lose a lot today!" Wang Qiangqiang changed his mother's attitude of ignoring Li Yingjun in the past, warmly took Li Yingjun's hand, and patted him cordially.

"Generate income for everyone, you should." Li Yingjun said modestly.

Lao Zhai Tou said: "Handsome, it doesn't matter what we say, right?" ”

"It doesn't matter, just tell the truth, we don't have anything we can't meet."

"You're big guys now, just don't make trouble for you."

The more troublesome the better, Li Yingjun smiled on his face.

"Speaking of which, the handsome family is rich now, right? You're moving away, right? Old Zhang's head was a little sour: "I knew that Handsome wouldn't stay in our place for long." ”

"How come we don't have such good luck!"

"Picking up rags for a lifetime!"

"It's okay to have five children! How can our dead child compare? ”

There are different opinions, but the information revealed is very clear to Li Yingjun.