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Early the next morning, Chen Jing went out and called the head teacher for a day off.

He didn't tell anyone the truth, so he boarded the high-speed train to the provincial capital to redeem prizes.

At the same time, his second uncle Chen Yisong's house received a call at this moment.

"Hey..." Chen Yisong was lazy, taking a rare day off, before he got up.

"Boss Chen hasn't gotten up yet?" There was a young man's voice on the phone.

As soon as Chen Yisong heard this voice, he judged who it was, and immediately felt refreshed: "It turns out that it is Young Master Wang, who is calling me so early, what can I do?"

Wang Dashao, whose full name is Wang Yaohua, is the son of Wang Yongxin, the real estate king of Mingyang City.

It is also the person who most wants to buy the old building of Chen Jing's house.

"I heard that Chen Yiyuan came to you to borrow money yesterday. You shouldn't borrow money?" Wang Yaohua's voice was cold on the phone.

"Of course I won't borrow, how can I borrow?" Chen Yisong said with a smile, "You have spoken with Young Master Wang, even if I am a brother, I can't borrow."

"That's good." Wang Yaohua was relieved, and then said: "However, this alone is not enough, you'd better help persuade."

"Understand, I will try my best." Chen Yisong promised.

Why is he so polite to Wang Yaohua?

The reason is that he himself was also in the real estate business, and he made a fortune in his early years by buying land and building buildings in partnership with others, and then selling commercial houses.As a small developer, he made his first pot of gold.

But if you want to do real estate in Mingyang City, you still have a chance to make a small mess before.

But now the basic pattern has been taken over by predators, and it depends on the Wang family's face that small developers want to get oil and water.

For the old building of Chen Jing's family, Wang Yaohua also promised Chen Yisong. If he can successfully persuade Chen Yiyuan's family to sell the old building, then Chen Yisong will have the opportunity to acquire another piece of land and make another profit.

"Speaking of which, Chen Yiyuan is your own brother, Boss Chen. I asked you to do this without embarrassing you?" Wang Yaohua asked tentatively on the phone.

Chen Yisong said: "What's the dilemma? My brothers still settle the accounts. Besides, my brother is really too greedy. I am also a real estate agent and understand the market. Wang Dashao, you paid 6 million, which is really interesting. But he still wants to sit on the floor and raise the price. This kind of insatiable cheek, even my own brother can't see it."

"Yes, Boss Chen has a heart of justice."

"Where, it's just a matter of fact."

After chatting a few more words, Chen Yisong hung up the phone and got up.

Thinking that Chen Yiyuan went to several places last night and didn't borrow any money, he couldn't help but sneer.

"In these years, if there is no benefit, who will lend you money?"

Putting on his clothes while talking to himself, Chen Yisong looked at a bedside table next to him-the real estate king's Wang family. In order to win him over, he had already sealed a big red envelope for him.

A full hundred thousand.

What Wang's family has to do is to let Chen Yiyuan's family sell the property.

It's not about doing harm to others, so Chen Yisong took the money with peace of mind.

"Helping outsiders can get one hundred thousand, and afterwards I can get a piece of land for me. But if you help your family, you won’t be able to get a dime. You have to lend him money. Even if you have a little brain, you will not choose People. So, I’m not to blame."

After Chen Yisong put on the clothes, he opened the cabinet door and prepared to save the money.

But when he opened the door of the cabinet, he saw that it was empty. There was no one left of the original new bag of money.

Bang!

Chen Yi was so relieved that he kicked it and broke the cabinet door: "Where is the money?"

His wife Jian Yunchun was awakened by surprise: "What's wrong? So angry in the early morning?"

"What about the money, where is the 100,000 yuan in the cabinet?"

"How do I know, can you fly if you put it in the cabinet?"

Jian Yunchun also got up, and she also knew that there were 100,000 yuan in the bedside table, but when she got up, it turned out that there was no one left.

"This... there is no reason. There were people in the house all day yesterday, and it is impossible to be thief." Jian Yunchun said.

Chen Yi exclaimed his son again.

He has a son and a daughter under his knees, and his daughter is Chen Yin, 20 years old, sophomore in university.

His son is 19 years old and his name is Chen Jian, one year older than Chen Jing. Last year, because he failed to enter a good university, he went back to school for another year and is now a third year in high school.

He was also at home yesterday.

"What's the matter, Dad, why did you call me up so early in the morning?" Chen Jian looked tired in his pajamas, with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Have you moved the money I put in the bedside table?" Chen Yisong asked directly.

"Money? What is it? How much?" Chen Jian asked.

Seeing that he didn't know anything, Chen Yisong immediately removed his suspicion. After all, he was his son, and he believed he would not do such a thing.

"There were people in the house yesterday, and it was impossible to be a thief. How could that one hundred thousand yuan disappear?" Jian Yunchun had never doubted his son at all, but kept thinking about other possibilities.

"What? One hundred thousand? Dad, you lost one hundred thousand dollars? Where did you lose it?" Chen Jian's sleepiness seemed to disappear suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Where else? At home, I put it on the bedside table. I watched it yesterday morning, but it was gone this morning!" Chen Yisong was full of anger.

At this moment, Jian Yunchun thought of a possibility: "Yisong, your brother brought Chen Jing to our house yesterday, maybe it was..."

"Probably not." Chen Yisong was also skeptical, but he also knew that his eldest brother Chen Yiyuan was loyal and should not do such a thing.

"But apart from them, there is no other person here at all. Can't this 100,000 yuan be taken away by the ghost?" Jian Yunchun said, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.

"I heard that the uncle's family is very short of money recently." Chen Jian also added another word at this time.

Jian Yunchun nodded: "Yes, in normal times, he might not do such a thing, but now their family is short of money, so what about it? Even if your brother can't do it, what about Chen Jing? That kid has been a ghost since childhood. What a ghost, maybe he did it?"

Chen Yisong thought for a while, and said with a sullen face: "Don't talk nonsense in advance. At noon, I will go to his house to check out the wind. If it is really theirs, huh, then this relative won't have to do it."

Jian Yunchun was even more emotional: "How can you just not be a relative? This is stealing, so what can relatives do? Isn't relatives stealing theft? If it is really done by their family, then you should call the police and catch it. Catch. If Chen Jing really did it, then he will never be tolerated."