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Chapter 50: Strange Uncle

"You said so!" He Daqi nodded indignantly, and then continued, "You also said that the dividends would at least be enough to buy a building in Beijing."

“There is such a thing!?” Zhou Huimin exclaimed.

Unfortunately, she didn't even bother to pretend to have a mischievous expression, which made He Daqi feel like he had been taught a hard lesson by society.

Now he feels extremely ashamed of chasing Zhou Huimin for dividends.

Damn it! You can’t believe a single word a beautiful woman says.

He has been looking forward to this little bit of money for the past few months. He plans to follow the example of Zhou Huimin in Hong Kong and buy a building in Hong Kong to collect rent after he has money.

It doesn't have to be a lot, just thirty houses will be enough. This way I can collect money every day, and I can even give myself a day off when the month comes with thirty-first day.

These days, he collects a pile of house listings clipped from newspapers every day. He has his eyes on several properties and fantasizes about a wonderful life over and over again.

Now it’s all gone! It’s all gone!!!

If he had known that Zhou Huimin was not going to give him a share of the profits, why would He Daqi have accompanied this woman to the concert for that month and served her like a princess every day?

Facing Zhou Huimin's playful eyes, He Daqi gave up on himself: "If it's not true, then it's not true."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Zhou Huimin. He went up to the second-floor bedroom with a sullen face and lay down, carrying his small bag.

He originally wanted to save up some emotional points to train his skills, but now he just wants to squander them. He feels that what he needs at this moment is Teacher Yang Rong or Senior Son Ye Jin to hug him tightly.

The idea is good, but unfortunately Zhou Huimin did not give him the opportunity to enter the simulation training space.

Before he could close his eyes, Zhou Huimin hurriedly caught up with him and sat on him.

"Are you angry?" Zhou Huimin asked, lying down and pinching He Daqi's face.

"No." He Daqi didn't want to look at her and turned his head away.

"I was just kidding. How could I not give you a share of the profits? Don't worry, the accounts haven't been settled yet, so the money hasn't arrived yet. I'll take you to buy a house once the money arrives. But first, I'll make it clear that you can't control yourself yet. After you buy the house, you have to sign a contract that you can only collect rent and can't sell it for ten years. After that, I can give it to you for safekeeping."

Zhou Huimin smiled and straightened He Daqi's head, speaking face to face.

After a moment of silence, He Daqi asked expectantly, "Then is the rent mine?"

"Of course it's yours, and the house is in your name, but you can't sell it for ten years."

As Zhou Huimin spoke, she began to undress He Daqi.

"Don't worry, let's talk about which property to buy..."

Poor He Daqi was hooked and after trying for a long time, he pulled Zhou Huimin to continue talking about the house, but Zhou Huimin started to control him and refused to talk about this topic with a smile.

After all, there is still some hope. Every day on the way to school, looking at the tall buildings on the roadside, He Daqi couldn't help but imagine having one of his own.

He was a dreamer, and sometimes he would rub his hands together with excitement just thinking about something, which made several aunties on the bus who secretly wanted to introduce their daughters to him feel sorry for him.

This child is good-looking, but he has some mental problems, which is a pity.

Time flies and it is Saturday morning.

He Daqi lay on the bed watching his cell phone beep. It took him a while to realize that it was a memo.

What are you going to do on Saturday?

Before he could figure it out, He Bing called. "Are you up yet?"

"I got it. I was just about to call you, but you called me first." He Daqi remembered what this memo was for.

"Come to the Color TV Center. Do you know where it is?"

"I know." Even if he didn't know, he had to know. He Daqi didn't believe that there was something that the taxi drivers in the old city didn't know.

After chatting with the driver all the way in the taxi, He Daqi got out of the car with a smile and finally realized where he was.

He called He Bing, and after waiting for about ten minutes, He Bing came out of the building and led him in.

"Wait a minute, keep your mouth shut. If someone asks you a question and you don't know how to answer, just laugh and act dumb, okay?"

"Yes." He Daqi nodded.

He didn't know why He Bing wanted to take him there. He was quite afraid of his uncle, so he simply didn't ask and just followed him up the elevator.

He Bing led him to a chair at the door of a conference room and sat him down without saying a word, fiddling with his cell phone.

A meeting was going on in the conference room. He Daqi sat next to He Bing and looked around curiously. After a while, he felt bored and took out his mobile phone like He Bing did and started reading the news online.

About half an hour later, the door of the conference room opened and there was a commotion inside. He Bing heard the noise and stood up suddenly, staring at the door.

He Daqi also stood up, not knowing what He Bing was going to do.

A middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses walked out of the conference room, smiling and chatting with the people next to him. Behind him followed a large group of people who all looked like they were listening attentively.

The middle-aged man accidentally saw He Bing and He Daqi standing nearby, and waved with a smile: "Bingzi, why are you here?"

"Leader, I'm here to report my work to you!" He Bing's face lit up and he trotted over.

He Daqi curled his lips in disgust. He felt that He Bing would be more like a eunuch in his current state than himself.

He followed He Bing obediently, with a silly smile on his face, looking honest and dutiful.

"Bingzi, this is your nephew, right? He looks really handsome!"

"Oh! He just has a good face, but usually he is stupid and doesn't understand anything." He Bing was afraid that his words would come true, so his skill in supporting the main role was quite good.

Looking at his uncle who was eloquent and talkative, He Daqi felt unfamiliar with He Bing's current appearance.

The middle-aged man obviously enjoyed chatting with He Bing. After chatting for a few sentences, he realized that the occasion was not right as there was a large group of people around.

"Everyone go back to your work. I want to talk to Bingzi about something. You all know Bingzi, right? He's from the People's Art Theater's Youth League Committee, and it just so happens that I have some connections there." The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the people around him slowly dispersed.

"Let's go over there and have a good chat."

He Daqi followed the two of them like a minion, grinning foolishly. These two were really good at chatting. They stood in front of the window, smoking and chatting for more than an hour.

"How old is your nephew? Can he be in that improvised play? I've always felt that this guy looks familiar, but I don't know where I've seen him before."

Upon hearing this, He Daqi thought secretly: You didn't also criticize the idea that form is emptiness, did you?

"This kid is just eighteen this year and has never been reliable. He might have acted in some messed up movies. You should have seen it." He Bing said cheerfully.

"I remember now, young man, did you make a cameo appearance in the now very popular Infernal Affairs in Hong Kong?"

(End of this chapter)