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Before Gao Qingsong decided to leave, he had known the general situation of his family.

Instead of leaving in a hurry, he stayed at the music scene until the end, because he knew he couldn't reach out and couldn't help.

Even if I decided to come back later, I would give myself an explanation. After I came back, I found that I really didn't use any farts, so I went back to the countryside and stayed with Grandpa.~⑧~1~ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

If there are no accidents, within twenty days, the predestined ending will happen.

But after selling melons for a few days, he found that such days were also good.

Generally losers will comfort themselves like this...

Gao Qingsong is not a failure, because after all, the company and the family business are not his struggles, but the sense of gap is still obvious enough.

He knew that the things he bought easily before, could not afford it in the future.

He knew that he might have to rely on himself to support himself in the future, and the little money he earned from selling melons...he always felt that selling for a month was not enough to go out for a meal.

Of course, the biggest difference comes from Su Yu.

I could chase before, but now I can’t.

But I really like it, so annoying.

Trouble to trouble, life still has to go on, Gao Qingsong drives a small truck on the dirt road of his hometown, wearing clothes and selling melons for several days.

Then there was a call, and fate suddenly reversed.

Su Yu came with a little high heel, grabbed his collar, kissed him violently, rubbed his lipstick on his cheek, and went home to wash it for a long time, but it was really fragrant.

Zhang Xiaojian drank a little wine and sat across from him, and said to him, "I can really get 10 billion."

Don't blame at this moment, Gao Qingsong sitting cross-legged at the low table not only has some numbness in his legs, but also a little numbness all over his body. After all, happiness comes too quickly and suddenly.

But, moved to moved, he can fight for Su Yu in the future, but how dare he want Zhang Xiaojian's 10 billion?

After regaining his senses, Gao Qingsong shook his head quickly and said: "You dare to give it, but I don't dare to take it."

Zhang Xiaojian blinked, ate a peanut, and chewed, "Is there anything I dare not pick up?"

"I really can't take it." Gao Qingsong replied solemnly.

Zhang Xiaojian raised the wine glass, and the three masters took another sip. He said, "I definitely can't take the money for nothing, I have an idea."

"What idea?" Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong asked together.

Zhang Xiaojian was also a little numb cross-legged, and changed to squatting.

He was addicted to eating peanuts while squatting on the kang, and he was not in a hurry. He threw another one in his mouth, pointed out the window and said: "I think the important thing for a real estate company is not how much it can make a year."

"What do you think?" Bai Yang tilted his head and asked.

Zhang Xiaojian replied: "It depends on the quality of the house, whether the property in the community is in place, whether the scenery can make people feel happy, and whether the price can be lower."

Gao Qingsong and Bai Yang looked at each other and suddenly felt that these words were familiar.

The more Zhang Xiaojian thought about it, the more he felt right, and he slapped the table with one hand: "Yes, that's it, to be a real estate company that does not make money but only serves the people!"

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Gao Qingsong rubbed his temples and asked, "Zhang Xiaojian, why don't you like to make money so much."

As soon as Zhang Xiaojian heard this, his tears almost fell. He remembered how weak and dying after winning Hong Xinshu for 10,000 yuan, it was really uncomfortable.

Of course, he couldn't say this, he had to hold back his tears and pretended to be forced: "Because the money is too much to spend..."

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Zhang Xiaojian's money is indeed endless.

In the past few months, his small peasant thinking has improved, because he became the boss of Jianxing Entertainment, opened a foundation, and invested in Shanghai Magic.

Sometimes Zhang Xiaojian would think, what else can he do with his money?

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes brightened when he heard Gao Qingsong say that his family is engaged in real estate development.

Because he used to be very poor, very ordinary, ordinary to the dust.

At that time, what crushed him was not because of the fact that he might have worked very hard, but it was useless, but the fact that no matter how hard he tried, it seemed that he could not afford a house.

In contemporary society, it seems that every young person from an ordinary family is in debt, housing loans, car loans, and all kinds of loans.

Everyone seems to be used to it...

I am accustomed to deducting half of my monthly salary. I am accustomed to borrowing points from Huabei to survive this month. I am accustomed to paying the minimum monthly payment on my credit card.

Zhang Xiaojian couldn't solve so many things.

But he felt that building a building seemed to be something he could do.

How low house prices can be reduced is professional, he doesn't understand.

But he hopes that he can build a good-quality house, a garden-like community, with some preferential policies for young people, and some warmth to make them feel as if they can really buy a house by biting their teeth.New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

This can be done and done.

But he needs absolute control.

Because I am afraid that no real estate company’s board of directors will agree to him to do such a thing.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaojian felt that this matter was not a help or charity for Gao Qingsong, it was just his own whimsical, and it involved many aspects of professional matters, of course, it should be considered for a long time.

There is no need for long-term discussions tonight. Zhang Xiaojian said to Gao Qingsong: "Drink first. Call your father tomorrow. We will talk about it after talking. Maybe your father still disagrees."

Gao Qingsong raised his glass: "Drink the bar first."

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Nongfu Spring’s self-made plastic buckets are half burned.

The old man’s yard is large and there are many houses. After drinking, Gao Qingsong arranged for Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang to sit in a house facing south, which was neat and clean, except that the kang was a bit hard.

Su Yu was placed in a small room next to her, Gao Qingsong talked to her in it.

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang leaned out the window and waited for a moment, then watched Gao Qingsong walk out and closed the door.

Of course they whistled.

Bai Yang said: "You came out so soon?"

"It's too fast, it's not even a minute yet."

"Neither can you, Lao Gao."

"I think there is medicinal wine in addition to the small burn in the room. I don't know what whip is used. Let's drink this tomorrow."

Gao Qingsong smiled, and turned around lightly and said: "I won't bother you two having anal each other tonight. See you tomorrow." After he left, he called a chic.

Zhang Xiaojian and Bai Yang scolded a few more words and went back to the room. They were a little awake lying on the hard kang. Zhang Xiaojian picked up the phone and sent Ye Mozhu a WeChat.

Then I saw the reply from the second aunt in WeChat.

When I drove there this afternoon, Zhang Xiaojian reported to my second aunt that he was safe, saying that he would not go back tonight in the provincial capital today. The second aunt did not return at the time. I don’t know what I was doing. Your brother and your sister-in-law.'

Brother and sister-in-law?

Zhang Xiaojian was taken aback, thinking of his brother, but after all, he didn't think of who his sister-in-law was.

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