"Dog-fed renovation company."

Emgrand Yipin, Eight Buildings, 1603.

Zhang Liang squatted in the rough house, holding the real estate certificate that had just arrived, feeling very unlucky.

Just now, a renovation company came to him, and the renovation budget was opened to eight million.

Zhang Liang said that he would design it according to a budget of 500,000 yuan.

The decoration company said that taking half of the house price for decoration is the low-end level of this community. The cheapest household of Emgrand Yipin also spent six million on decoration.

Zhang Liang said that someone else is someone else, he is him, and 500,000 yuan can't design a house?

The decoration company said that they came in good faith and asked Zhang Liang if he was the owner? took out a good cigarette and asked Zhang Liang for the owner's contact information. Zhang Liang didn't pay attention, the man smiled meaningfully and left.

"500,000 is not money?"

Zhang Liang stood up and glanced around.

Two bedrooms and one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, separated by cement pillars.

At first glance, it is spacious and airy.

The doors and windows are very high-end, the load-bearing walls are scraped with white ash, the floor is smooth cement, and there are unused toilets and faucets in the bathrooms, all of which are brand goods.

It's not that you can't live? Decorate with a hammer!

Zhang Liang decided not to decorate, he found someone to change the locks, clean the house, and let the property have network cables, water and electricity.

For 19,000, I ordered a camping bed that looked like a big truck from the surrounding malls.

For five thousand two, I ordered a set of battlefield sofa coffee tables.

There are also scattered things, such as tables, chairs, curtains, which cost less than 40,000 yuan in total.

Things were sent over one after another, and the people who delivered them to the door thought that Zhang Liang was doing decoration and wanted to live at the construction site.

They all envied Zhang Liang for meeting a good owner, and said that he didn't need anything anymore and could sell them again.

Zhang Liang didn't explain either.

Even if it is explained, who believes that the house of Emgrand Yipin is his?

"The three caves of the cunning rabbit, this cave is much more luxurious than the garage of labor and management!"

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Liang arranged the house, and the wild atmosphere of camping in his face made his mood instantly better.

I lit a cigarette, walked to the window, and looked down at the brightly lit luxury street, which felt so cool.

Fuck everyone!

Everyone who fucks also spends a minimum of six million on decoration.

He spent less than 40,000 yuan, lived, bit him?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The little housekeeper of the building knocked on the door, and Zhang Liang had just finished taking a shower, wearing a purple and gold belly pocket, breeches, and flip-flops.

The little butler was stunned outside the door for two seconds, disdainfully teaching, "After five o'clock in the afternoon, you are not allowed to decorate, don't you know?" Tomorrow, let the owner come to the property and pay the decoration deposit of 100,000 yuan. Otherwise, there will be no water and electricity. ”

"You wait for me a moment."

Zhang Liang went back and took out the real estate certificate, took the ID card together, and handed it to the little housekeeper.

The little butler stared at a pair of round beautiful eyes, "You...... Are you an owner? ”

"Don't pretend, I'll look for you in the afternoon to pay the property fee, open the water and power grid, and get the access control card."

Zhang Liang took back the real estate certificate and ID card, and the door was closed halfway, "How much benefit did you take from the decoration company and come to me for trouble?" ”

A dead driver actually took a house book to her and pretended it?

The little housekeeper hurriedly bowed and apologized: "Mr. Zhang, you misunderstood, some residents complained that someone was decorating at night and occupying the elevator." ”

"Four elevators? Is one of the freight elevator signs white-posted? Who is the fool? Zhang Liang didn't want to say more, "The family is simple, so I won't invite you to sit at the door." ”

"Excuse me." The little butler glanced into the room with disdain. The unfinished building where the beggars live, it should be like this, right?

Zhang Liang closed the door and went to play the game.

The little housekeeper sent a message to the owner of 1601 outside the door, saying that she asked the neighbor not to move things at night, so as not to disturb the neighbor, but Zhang Liang let it go, saying that he had the ability to let the neighbor buy 1603 with 100 million, otherwise he would shut up.

After provoking, the little housekeeper cried again: "Although he is the driver, the property right of 1603 is in his name, and the property fee is also paid by him, he moved in the middle of the night, and I ...... I ......"

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

The owner of 1601 replied with a message.

The little butler greeted two more times with tears in his eyes, and left gloatingly.

The owner of 1601, Zhang Qin. Financial tycoon, the majority shareholder of two large financial groups.

The real estate company that developed Emgrand Yipin demolished the aborigines of this land into billionaires.

The original demolition money of Emgrand Yipin was borrowed from the financial group in which Mr. Zhang held a major stake, and now it still owes more than 80 billion yuan.

It's a borrowing relationship, but what about the reality? Mr. Zhang is one of the bosses behind Emgrand Yipin.

This little driver, don't look at what kind of place Emgrand Yipin is? Even if his boss comes, he has to be a man with his tail between his legs.

This dead driver, dare to fake the tiger in front of her, I really don't know how to write dead words!

In fact, as Zhang Qin, he will not personally deal with this kind of thing.

But Zhang Qin's relatives came, emotionally unstable, and heard that the next-door neighbor was talking wildly, and knocked on Zhang Liang's door in anger, "You said you wanted me to buy ...... for 100 million"

Zhang Liang has a purple and gold belly pocket, big pants, and flip-flops, standing under the entrance.

Zhang Qin saw the scar on Zhang Liang's shoulder that could be left by a special sharp weapon, and he was stunned halfway through his words.

I saw the small peace card hanging around Zhang Liang's neck again, engraved with a word.

This...... Could it be her eighteen-year-old son who had no choice but to abandon the hospital?

Both Scar and Ping An told her that, yes, that's right. This is her son.

It came too suddenly, and Zhang Qin didn't dare to face it.

Frightened, he turned around and left.

"Neurotic!"

Zhang Liang closed the door.

After nearly half an hour, Zhang Qin knocked on the door again and said cautiously: "Mr. Zhang Liang, hello, I am your neighbor, my name is Zhang Qin." It is said that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, not to mention that we are all surnamed Zhang, and we were a family five hundred years ago, I think there must be some misunderstanding between us, can you invite me to your house to sit? ”

"Little sister, you ......"

Zhang Liang stepped aside, looked into the room and said, "If you don't feel dirty, whatever!" ”

"It's not a young lady, I'm thirty-seven, look at how you look twenty years old, you have to call me Auntie!" Zhang Qin nervously entered the door and walked nervously to the coffee table in the living room and stood still.

Thirty-seven?

Well, the fitness and beauty industry is too developed these days, thirty-seven and twenty-seven, and it is impossible to distinguish at all.

But aren't all sisters happy to be shouted at younger?

Well, real beauties are confident and not afraid of being called old!

Zhang Liang complained in his heart, took a bottle of beer, and put it on the coffee table, "Sit casually, the house I just bought today, I just moved over, and there is no water." ”

"Thank you."

Five yuan a bottle of inferior beer, in another situation, Zhang Qin will definitely not touch it, she sat down and took a big sip, "Your house is quite stylish!" ”

"Go to the grave and burn newspapers to fool the ghost!" Zhang Liang looked around at the four rough walls.

Zhang Qin was calm on the surface, but said nervously in his heart: "Really, really tasteful." It had a camping feel. ”

Zhang Liang could feel that this woman did not dislike him, but the credibility of this statement was almost zero.

He opened a bottle of beer and said in return: "Little sister, don't worry, I will definitely not cause you any trouble if I live here." ”

"It's Auntie!"

Zhang Qin was completely embarrassed and immediately corrected. She played the words of the little butler's complaint, "You have a very short temper! ”

Zhang Liang listened to the little housekeeper's discord, "I didn't say such things to the housekeeper in the corridor, if you don't believe it, you can confront her face to face." ”

"The housekeeper lied to me?"

Zhang Qin thinks that she is not a good person, if it weren't for her son's special habits and wearing a belly pocket. If she hadn't seen the scar on her son's shoulder, she wouldn't have recognized it as her son. The consequences, she did not dare to think.

Zhang Qin made a phone call to the little housekeeper, "Within a minute, it appeared in 1603." He hung up.

"Haha, Mr. Zhang is furious, that little driver is going to suffer."

The little housekeeper happily rushed to 1603 and shouted respectfully when he entered the door: "Mr. Zhang." Glancing at Zhang Liang, the afterglow was full of disdain.

Zhang Qin turned on the voice of the little butler's complaint and played it again, "What did he say?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Zhang." The little butler was twenty-five or sixteen years old, sweet-looking, dressed in professional attire, and stood there slim, not at all like lying.

In the face of such slander, Zhang Liangwo said angrily: "The decoration company asked for my boss's contact information, but I didn't give it." When I moved, I must have thought I had found another renovation company. You deliberately came to find fault, to cut off the power and water, when I don't know that you are a raccoon dog? ”

"Mr. Zhang, what do you think of him as he is dressed? It's simply psychopathic. I don't know how my parents taught me, so I will come when I open my mouth with blood......"

The little housekeeper hurriedly mended the knife with a weak heart.

Zhang Liang glared angrily, "My father is the Jade Emperor, my mother is the queen mother, and labor and management are born to raise, so I can't talk about you." Get out, give it to the special and give the labor and management to get out. ”

Zhang Qin's heart was sour.

The little butler looked afraid of the murderer, and he was pitiful and didn't speak.

A dead driver, fight with her, eat!