I am engaged in construction in Datang

The man was puzzled. What was the difference between the bunk beds and his big bunk bed?

It’s not just a group of people staying in one space!

"Madam, are you going to stop me too?" The man looked at Madam Wang and said, "Are you and this guy in the same group?"

"." Mrs. Wang was speechless.

In her opinion, the house was indeed not used to make money, it was just a welfare provided by the women's farm. The one that really made money must be a proper inn.

The capital will become more and more prosperous in the future, with a steady stream of people coming to work, and those who have made money may want to settle here.

The housing prices here will definitely get higher and higher, and the land will also become more and more expensive.

This person occupied such a good position, but he didn't expect it to be wasted.

"Why should I lie to you? What good will it do me?" Mrs. Wang shook her head and sighed. It was difficult to persuade her with kind words, so she just ignored it.

Mrs. Wang walked back, met the salesman's eager gaze, and smiled apologetically: "Little brother, I just came here to take a look today."

"Yinhuan, let's go." After that, a group of people left in a mighty manner.

"Madam, are you going home?" In the carriage, Yinhuan handed a handkerchief to Madam Wang and picked up a round fan to fan her.

It's hot in this weather, and my lady is always sweating.

"No." Madam Wang shook her head: "Let's go back to the mansion to get some things, and then go to the master's house."

"Ah?" Yinhuan was confused. It wasn't even the day to go to the master's house, so why did the lady want to go back?

"Go see grandma." And borrow some money from grandpa.

Mrs. Wang opened the economics book and continued to study. The content was written very well. Things that she had only vaguely understood in the past were actually explained in the most concrete way in the book.

The value of the house would indeed appreciate if purchased, but she calculated that it would be much more cost-effective to build a community herself than to buy a house.

She wanted to borrow some money from her master to train her own engineering team.

Aweng was the head of the Wang family in Taiyuan. Originally, she was not allowed to be called Aweng because of her status as a member of the side branch. But her grandmother loved her and thought she was pretty, so she raised her in her care.

Originally, the clan leaders of each clan were guarding their ancestral lands, but in recent days they have gradually come to the capital to settle down permanently.

Mrs. Wang stroked the book in her hands, a little absent-minded.

"Ma'am, here we are."

The Wang family’s residence was also in the capital, with red gates and high walls. Two majestic stone lions stood at the door, with their eyes wide open and pearls in their mouths.

The news of her coming was not announced in advance, and her family members did not know about it at this time.

Yinhuan went forward and knocked on the door. The servant in the courtyard saw that it was her and ran quickly to tell the old lady. Soon, Madam Wang and Yinhuan stood in front of the old woman.

Mrs. Wang stepped forward to greet the other party, then stood up and walked forward without waiting for him to speak.

She held her hands and said, "Grandma, it's been a while since I last saw you. You're still as energetic as last time."

"You little girl." The old woman said cheerfully, obviously really happy that the other party still remembered her: "You have been married for so many years, and your temper has not changed."

"That's because grandma has good vision and helped me find my ideal husband!" Mrs. Wang said. When teenage girls from wealthy families get married, it's mostly for the sake of interests, not to mention that she is just a member of a side branch.

Being powerless to change the situation, the old lady really found a good one for her, otherwise Old Sun would never have ended up with her.

After the two exchanged greetings, Madam Wang was called over by someone sent by the clan leader.

"Aweng."

Mrs. Wang came in gracefully. She closed the door of the study and turned around with a playful and festive smile: "Aunt, I miss you so much!"

As she said that, she ran over and gave the old man a bear hug. The smell of makeup choked him, and the weight also brought great pressure.

"Oh, come on, let go of Aung!" The old man couldn't stand it anymore and pretended to be angry: "Look at you, you are so unruly every day."

"Your white face, your red lips, your nails, your clothes..."

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Mrs. Wang hated to hear Grandpa scolding people: "Grandpa, you are the best, please forgive me this time."

"And you will do the same next time!"

"Hehe, old man, you know what I like! Could it be that you have the heart to make me unhappy every day?" Mrs. Wang pretended to be aggrieved and just looked at the old man so that he could not say anything harsh.

"It's just that I, the old man, won't bother with you!" After the clan leader finished scolding with a smile, his expression became serious: "What's the important matter this time?"

"Head of the clan."

Mrs. Wang's face was equally serious. "I want to get a piece of land in the suburbs of Beijing and build a residential community like Cuizhu Garden."

The old man couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up and walked back and forth.

He knew about the Bamboo Garden.

"There are enough houses in the city now. If you build that community, will anyone buy it?"

“You know, the houses in Cuizhu Garden in Nuzhuang are just a scam to fool Murong Shun.” The old man frowned. The cost of building a community is not low, the construction period is long, and the houses cannot be sold. How much money will be lost?

"Head of the clan, the inability to sell it is only temporary." Mrs. Wang sat down to drink tea. This discussion would definitely take a lot of time.

"Do you think Master Li would do something useless?"

"In just half a year, the number of migrant workers in Beijing has increased six or seven times compared to the past. In two or three years, how many people will settle down in Beijing?"

"Head, didn't you come here so that you can quickly grasp the political trends?"

Mrs. Wang looked at the old man with a smile: "Nowadays, everyone is looking for opportunities to make a living. What can be done without risks? If you are not careful, you will be left behind."

"I just happened to see an interesting road, so I decided to give it a try."

"This road is not cheap!" The old man glared at Mrs. Wang and asked, "How confident are you?"

"Fifty percent."

"Only 50% and you dare to come to me to borrow money!" The old man yelled, "This is not the shop you opened!"

"With a 50% chance, it's worth a gamble."

Madam Wang said, "Head of the clan, this time I will mortgage all my shops and workshops, plus the shares of the Story Club."

"You know, storytelling is worth a lot."

The clan leader looked seriously at the woman in front of him. Decades ago, she had pulled his beard and made trouble all day long.

But later I always sat down with him to discuss important matters.

The negotiations lasted a whole day.

As she left, Mrs. Wang was smiling widely. She took out a wooden box from the carriage and put it into the old servant's hand.

"Auntie, the red sweater inside is one that I knitted myself. You and grandma each get one. It's warm and light in winter, and it carries my best wishes!"

"You little girl!" the old man scolded, "If the old man didn't lend you the money, would you have kept the clothes?"

"Of course not!" Mrs. Wang was shocked, with an exaggerated and funny expression: "If Grandpa doesn't lend me the money, I will think about knitting two more and sending them together to please Grandpa."

"But now I am not worried anymore. I will give the finished ones to Grandpa first, and then I will slowly knit the remaining gloves, scarves and hats. I will also have time to embroider some patterns, so that Grandpa and Grandma will not feel cold when they go out in winter."

"You're the one who talks sweetly. I'll be waiting for the scarf you knit."