Han Qiuyang's face that had been cold as frost for many years couldn't help but twitch. Moved.

Song Mu didn't care about these at all, and she didn't wait for Han Yangqiu to react, so she bowed her head and said, "Okay, then I'll give the money." ”

She placed her backpack on a table, crouched down herself, and began to dig out the money from the inside.

It wasn't until she pulled out a total of eighteen bundles that she zipped up her backpack and carried it on her back.

"Uncle, the money is here, count it." Song Mu smiled sweetly.

The middle-aged man said "no, no" with a smile on his face, but his hand was very honest and counted the money as fast as he could.

"No problem, let's write a note." The middle-aged man laughed.

He took pen and paper and wrote down the same in two copies. Now in this era, there is no three-in-one certificate or anything, and there is no three-in-one certificate, as long as there is such a note. The son is enough.

Song Mu and the middle-aged man signed their names respectively, and each of them put away a copy, which was considered the transaction completed.

The middle-aged man promised to vacate the house before the New Year, and he would hand over the key to the house to Song's mother at that time.

Song Mu said that he was not in a hurry, and withdrew from the bungalow after a few more greetings.

Han Yangqiu opened the lock of the bicycle and drove Song Mu to the next family non-stop.

The next thing they went to was the house with more than 60 square meters on the third floor.

Although this house is not large, the owner of the house wants to sell it for 8,000. In terms of square meters, it is several times more expensive than the old bungalow!

Song Mu was a little surprised, if you want to follow this routine, wouldn't it be more cost-effective to buy an old house than to buy a building?!

However, after thinking about it, she was relieved again.

You must know that in the early days of China's real estate take-off, many old houses were demolished at will, and the subsidies for those old houses were pitiful.

Song Mu knew that the bungalow she bought now had not been demolished in the future, but what about other places? Either people don't sell it at all, or they sell it, but she doesn't know if she can keep it until it appreciates.

Instead of gambling, it is better to buy a more reassuring house.

Thinking that the location where this house is located now will become one of the centers of Haishi in the future, Song Mu finally made up his mind.

Buy it!

After some bargaining, Song Mu handed over all the money in his hand, and finally completed the transaction at a price of nearly seven thousand.

She still has the reputation of Han Yang Qiuhua's bad language. He generously signed his name.

The owner of the house has long since stopped living here, and the furniture in the house has been moved, and Song Mu got the key as soon as possible.

Holding two deeds to buy a house and a bunch of keys, Song Mu laughed out loud.

As long as the housing reform policy comes down, and then pay some money to buy them all out, and when they are demolished in the future, the old lady will become a demolition generation! From now on, even if you don't do anything, you can live just by eating a house!

Han Yangqiu couldn't bear to look at this kind of nervousness, he coughed dryly and said, "There is another one?" ”

"Ah, that's not going." Song Mu also realized that she was wrong, she restrained her smile awkwardly, and shook the backpack she hadn't carried yet: "There's no money." ”

After being reminded by Han Yangqiu, she was going to find a public phone and tell her father that her colleague's room would not be seen first.

Who knew that Han Yangqiu stopped her as soon as he took two steps, he patted his bag and said, "Go, I have money." ”

This domineering president-style speech made Song Mu's cheeks red, and he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart: This Han ...... Han Yangqiu, difficult to ...... Is it a happy ...... Cheer me?!

Can...... I already have Shen Chang! What do I have to say to be able to refuse him without hurting him? Send him a good guy card? Or is it ...... work-oriented?

Song Mu couldn't help but think crankily along the way, but when it came to the house, the ripples that had just risen instantly calmed down......

Han Yangqiu changed his silent style in the first two times, and looked at every corner of the house very carefully, and the price went from 6,000 to less than 5,000 all the way.

Seeing him take the deed and key to learn from himself, Song Mu was angry.

The meaning of co-authoring that you have money is not to give me flowers, but to buy them! Then you should be clearer! Why do you say something that misunderstands, bastard!

Han Yangqiu naturally didn't know what was in Song Mu's heart, he stuffed the deed and key back into his backpack, and asked Song Mu very suspiciously after stepping on the bicycle, "Why don't I feel like laughing?" ”

Song Mu: "......"

She wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

But there was no crack in the ground here, so she could only quickly jump on the back seat of the bicycle and pat Han Yangqiu's back to divert the topic: "Let's go, in order to thank you for your help in the afternoon, please go eat something delicious!" ”

The bicycle was still parked, and Han Yangqiu's voice came from the front: "The few I know haven't opened." ”

Song Mu: "......"

After listening to Han Yangqiu's words, she remembered that it was still the New Year, and few restaurants were open.

Song Mu thought about it for a long time but didn't come up with it, so he had to say to Han Yangqiu: "Let's go first, and go to wherever there is an open door." ”

Han Yangqiu didn't say anything more, and stepped on the bicycle on tiptoe.

Song Mu was carried by Han Yangqiu like this, and the two of them shuttled aimlessly through the sea market.

Although it is the new year, after all, it has reached the sixth day of the new year, and the hotel is still opening one after another.

However, the two inquired about a few houses, and they were either ready to close or were already full.

Foolishly walking out of an open restaurant again, Han Yangqiu said to Song Mu: "Otherwise, forget it, I'll send you back." ”

"How's that going to work?" Song Mu was a little unhappy: "You helped me so much today, how can I do it without thanking you?" I still don't believe it, and now I'm going to find a place to eat! ”

Han Yangqiu saw that he couldn't get rid of it, so he had to sigh helplessly: "Otherwise, go to me." ”

“？？？” Song Mu looked at Han Yangqiu with some confusion: "Didn't we eat up all the inventory you had on the first day of junior high school?" What are you doing here? ”

Han Yangqiu's eyes couldn't hide a look of looking at a fool: "In the past few days, can't I not eat or drink......

Song Mu was instantly embarrassed.

Yes, if the first day of junior high really eats up all the inventory for Han Yangqiu, then is he living by drinking the northwest wind these days?

In order to hide her embarrassment, she shook off Han Yangqiu and ran towards the bicycle: "Then what are you waiting for?" Walk! Let's go to your house! ”

Han Yangqiu's reserves are actually very large.

This time, instead of the first two barbecues, he made a small rice-style barbecue.

The large pieces of meat and vegetables became extremely delicious under Han Yangqiu's smoke, which made Song Mu very happy to eat.

It's just that while feasting, Song Mu couldn't help but secretly think that he had originally said that he was thanking Han Yangqiu for inviting him to dinner, but why did he invite himself again?

But the delicacy is in front, and Song Mu doesn't bother to think about it anymore. After having dinner at Han Yangqiu's house and playing games for a while, she returned home satisfied......

After a few more days off at home, it's finally time for the studio to start.

Song Mu overcame the habit of lying in bed during this time, and came to the studio after eating early.

She still entered the office of the elite group with the clock ringing at work, and the other four members of the elite group also arrived at the office long before her.

"Happy New Year, everyone!" Song Mu opened his mouth to greet him.

"Collar. Good New Year. ”

"Team leader, too."

"Collar. Lead. ”

All kinds of greetings came one after another.

Song Mu threw his bag onto his table and went directly to the long table where they had gathered.

"Early in the morning, what are you talking about?"

As soon as she said this question, Liu Xiaoping showed a twisted look, Li Xuelin rolled his eyes, but still explained to Song Mu: "Lead. Director, isn't our "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother" a great success? Even a few songs written by you are on fire. Just a few days ago, someone contacted Xiaoping and said that he wanted her to be a singer! ”

"Oh?" Song Mu looked at Liu Xiaoping with some surprise.

To be honest, she has no doubts about Liu Xiaoping being a singer, after all, she has a good voice.

"What do you think? Want to change careers? ”

Hearing Song Mu ask this, Liu Xiaoping's face changed greatly, and she said in a hurry: "Lead. Guide! You can't do without me! I was born as a member of the elite group, and died as a ghost of the elite group! ”