Qingyun Tower is a four-storey small building, backed by the Bianhe River and facing the long street, which is extremely luxuriously decorated. At this time, it was early in the morning, so the gate was deserted, the red vermilion door was tightly closed, and there were few passers-by. Occasionally, a few light women leaning on the hook bar covered their faces charmingly and watched the pedestrians, sometimes letting out bursts of delicate laughter.

If it is at night, the countless red lanterns are hung high, and there is an endless stream of carriages and horses, scholars, drinkers, and merchants who spend a lot of money here, and lie drunk in this gentle country, which is another scene.

It was at this moment that a notice had just been posted, attracting some people's attention.

It turned out that the owner of this drunken cloud building wanted to sell the hen that laid eggs, which was quite a sensation. Pan Ren is a well-known iron rooster, such a person would be willing to sell the drunken cloud building cheaply, which is really strange.

However, there were many people watching, but there were few people who were tempted, and until noon, no one stood up to inquire about the price, and Pan Renjiading, who was guarding in front of the notice, was also a little impatient, looking listless in the face of the big sun.

This was expected, those who were really rich would never buy Zuiyun Building, and those who had some thoughts had no money. There are many of those who spend a lot of money in Bianjing, these people are either rich or expensive, what are they doing in the next Jiyuan? Don't lose face.

In any era, those who eat pork are called well-off, and those who kill pigs are obscene. In the same way, ** is suave and uninhibited. But if you open a record hospital, it will naturally not be in the stream.

There is also a kind of small businessman who doesn't care about such a name, and there are also tempting people, but it is a little difficult to teach them to come up with thousands of dollars within three days.

So although there is a lot of movement, at most it is just a conversation after dinner, and talking about it is talking about it, and it doesn't help.

On the second day, Pan Ren was a little anxious, and another notice was posted, and even the price was announced, 3,800 yuan, and he was afraid that it would be nothing more than that.

However, this price is still not popular after all, and there are many people who see it, and there are few applicants.

Pan Ren was a little ruthless, the time was getting closer and closer, and if he couldn't get 5,500 yuan, everything would come to naught.

On the third day, the notice was posted again, and this time the price became 3,500 yuan, when Pan Ren made this decision, he beat his chest and was reluctant, but when he thought of the 300 Yang Jie's paintings, he suddenly forgot everything.

At noon, there was finally a son-in-law with a few servants swaying left and right to remove the notice, Pan Ren's family immediately reported, Pan Ren was overjoyed, and hurriedly invited this son-in-law brother to the house in person.

This son-in-law is naturally Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng sat down, closed the fan in his hand, and said: "Three thousand guan, if it is three thousand guan in the drunken cloud building, this son will immediately pay for it, and if there is one more penny, this son will turn around and leave." ”

Pan Ren had already pinched a handful of cold sweats, and invited Zhou Heng to drink tea with a smile, but he changed many ideas in his heart, his Zuiyun Mansion was at least worth more than four thousand guan, and now this son only offered three thousand guan, and this counteroffer was too ruthless.

But Pan Ren had no confidence, seeing that the period of three days was coming to an end, he finally came to a customer, but he couldn't be offended. But the price of this son is too dead, which makes him a little unwilling. Pan Ren has been in business for so long, what he is best at is observing words and feelings, he is determined to play Tai Chi with this son, first look at the direction of the wind, and then talk about it, if he does not retreat to the point of helplessness, it is absolutely impossible to sell Drunken Cloud Building for 3,000 yuan.

"Childe, please have tea." Pan Ren smiled and poured water for Zhou Heng's tea in person, very enthusiastic.

Zhou Heng didn't drink it, shook the fan impatiently, and said, "Is the Drunken Cloud Building for sale or not?" You can tell me accurately, my son has a lot of things, and I don't have the time to rub shoulders with you. ”

Pan Ren smiled even brighter, and hurriedly said: "Sell, sell, it's just ......" Halfway through his words, Zhou Heng had the intention of getting up to leave, and said, "It's just what?" It's just a little more expensive, isn't it? Okay, since you are not sincere, then this son will leave now. After saying that, he really stood up and turned to leave.

Pan Ren was not embarrassed and hurriedly got up, and was about to stay, Zhou Heng said: "Don't stand up, we don't have a relationship, and we don't have to send each other, you can sell this drunken cloud building to others." ”

With a few small guys, Zhou Heng didn't mean to turn back at all, and left quickly.

Speaking of which, Pan Ren is notoriously arrogant and can't afford to lose. But it was really unlucky to bump into Young Master Zhou.

When he was about to get out of the threshold, Pan Ren suddenly shouted: "Sell, I'll sell, Gongzi stays, it's just three thousand guan, this drunken cloud building is sold to Gongzi." ”

Zhou Heng turned around and laughed: "That's right, Brother Pan is refreshing." Zhou Heng turned back to drink tea.

Pan Ren didn't have a good face at the moment, his sleeves waved, and the people understood it, and they hurriedly withdrew the tea. Since he had already suffered a loss, Pan Ren was determined to keep these teas for himself, and he said in a weird manner: "Go, go to the tea room to boil a pot of hot water to quench the thirst of the son." ”

Zhou Heng was very angry, and soon turned his anger into joy, and said, "Take your house deed and land deed, and we will hand it over." As he spoke, he took out a wad of 'money leads' from his sleeves and placed them on the table, and said with a smile: "Brother Pan, do you want to count?" ”

The so-called money citation, in fact, is the Jiaozi or silver ticket, after Emperor Huizong ascended the throne, the establishment of Jiaozi affairs, is the earliest paper money. This type of banknote was originally issued freely by merchants and was specially designed to run a cash custody business for merchants who carried large sums of money. The depositor delivers the cash to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper temporarily fills in the amount of cash deposited by the depositor on the roll made of paper, and then returns it to the depositor, and when the depositor withdraws cash, the interest paid to the shopkeeper is 30 yuan, that is, a 3% custody fee can be paid.

Pan Ren held his stomach, grabbed the wad of money, counted it in public, and taught his family to get the title deed, the house deed, and the delivery diploma.

After signing the letter and drawing fingers for verification, Zhou Heng picked up the contract and stuffed it into his arms, and was not polite to Pan Ren, and took people away.

Although Pan Ren was reluctant, but the wood had already been completed, and the drunken cloud building was sold, he naturally didn't dare to delay any longer, and scraped together 5,500 yuan to lead, so he took Mr. Xu and a small guy out together.

Along the way, Pan Ren's eyelids kept jumping, and he felt a little uneasy, and asked Mr. Xu: "Mr. Xu, in hindsight, I always feel that something is wrong, such a good thing, why did I just bump into it?" Besides, I haven't seen the 300 Yang Jie paintings with my own eyes, so there will be no fraud. ”

Mr. Xu didn't dare to talk nonsense, but said, "Students don't dare to talk nonsense." ”

Pan Ren sighed, and quickly gritted his teeth again: "The Drunken Cloud Building has been sold, it's too late to regret it, no matter what, it's right to gamble." ”

He had lost too much in order to buy Shen Ao's house, and he had already cut off his retreat, so even if he was suspicious, he gritted his teeth and gave it a go.

This is the psychology of gamblers, a part of the money has been pasted in, where is willing to give up easily, until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, it is impossible to let go.

When they arrived at Shen Ao's house, Mr. Xu went to knock on the door, and it was still Wu San'er who opened the door, and Wu San'er saw them and said, "I'm sorry, you're a step late." ”

"Late?" Pan Ren's face changed suddenly, and he rushed up and said angrily: "What? This house has already been sold? We've made an appointment, and you'll make it clear. ”

Wu San'er was very embarrassed and hesitated: "Let's invite you to go in and talk about it." ”