A 1970s mom raises a cute baby, and a crazy boss spoils her

Cheng Fusheng's eyes sparkled as he smiled and said, "If Comrade Gu's looks are considered ordinary, then there are no beautiful women in this world!"

Niu Zhuang widened his eyes in surprise. When did his boss actually praise someone?

What kind of magic does Gu Qinghuan have?

Mr. Yang also smiled slightly. He saw the man's determination to succeed in his cousin's eyes. It's great to be young!

Gu Qinghuan dealt with it with an awkward smile and didn't say anything else. She was not interested in discussing her appearance with an unfamiliar stranger.

In just a few words, the chef had sliced ​​the duck and served it.

Mr. Yang said, "Eat it while it's hot!"

Niu Zhuang was about to grab it, but when he saw the actions of the others, he could only put his hands down awkwardly.

Damn it, I really don’t like having dinner with these literati, they are so picky.

Gu Qinghuan was worried about the house and just ate a little.

Mr. Yang had not tasted the authentic flavor of his hometown for many years. He tasted it carefully and even had tears in his eyes.

Cheng Fusheng seemed to be eating, but his eyes never left Gu Qinghuan. Seeing that she was not interested, he roughly knew what she was thinking.

Mr. Yang only tasted a little and didn't eat too much. The three of them put down their chopsticks and talked about business, leaving Niu Zhuang alone to eat heartily.

"You guys don't want to eat anymore? Then I'll start eating!"

Cheng Fusheng glared at him unhappily.

"Comrade Gu, the two houses cost a total of 100,000 yuan. If you agree, we can go to handle the formalities tomorrow." Mr. Yang wiped his hands calmly, and said 100,000 yuan as if it were as easy as ten yuan.

This number almost choked Niu Zhuang. What! One hundred thousand? He thought two big houses would cost at most ten thousand, but he didn't expect it would cost one hundred thousand! He couldn't afford it even if he sold it.

Cheng Fusheng was knowledgeable. He glanced at Gu Qinghuan calmly and observed her reaction.

Although Gu Qinghuan had been mentally prepared, he still didn't expect it to be so expensive, much more expensive than an ordinary house.

But you can understand it if you think about it.

The shapes of these two houses are based on the royal palaces of the past. Not only are they made of fine materials, but they were also built by skilled craftsmen of the time. Every detail is perfect and there is no comparison with ordinary houses.

Moreover, its function is not only to live in, it is also ornamental and researchable. It is a presentation of history and has extraordinary significance.

Although they look a little dilapidated now, once they are repaired, they will be restored to their former glory.

To be honest, 50,000 yuan a set is really not expensive.

In the future, their value would be estimated in billions, and you might not even come across them.

Because ordinary courtyard houses are not expensive, after buying more than 20 houses, plus the money Liang Zhiqiu gave her, Gu Qinghuan actually still had a little over 100,000 yuan in her hands, which was more than enough to buy these two houses.

But not bargaining is not her style.

"Mr. Yang, you see I am very sincere. Taking two sets at one time will save you a lot of trouble. Can you be more flexible on the price? Lower it a bit?" She said after careful consideration.

Mr. Yang frowned.

He already felt that he was selling at a loss for 100,000 yuan, and he actually had many other channels to sell at a higher price.

It was just because his nephew happened to introduce Gu Qinghuan to him, so he came to meet her. After meeting her, he thought this girl was not bad, so he offered this price which was neither too high nor too low, thinking that he was giving her more face.

He was about to say something when Cheng Fusheng spoke before him.

"Uncle, your two houses are in such a dilapidated state. You should have renovated them from top to bottom after you bought them. And you still have the nerve to charge them one hundred thousand! I think fifty thousand is the maximum!" Cheng Fusheng said this deliberately.

He could see that Gu Qinghuan was determined to get the two houses and just wanted to bargain for the price, so he went along with it and helped her.

Upon hearing this, Gu Qinghuan was instantly grateful to Cheng Fusheng. She couldn't say these words in case Mr. Yang thought she was belittling his ancestral home.

But it's okay when Cheng Fusheng says this.

Mr. Yang glared at Cheng Fusheng.

You little bastard, your elbows are sticking out.

He was planning to save the money from selling the two houses for Cheng Fusheng, since it was his fault for not going with him.

Leaving him some money is the last kindness I have as an uncle. We are so far apart that it would be difficult to see each other again.

He slowly straightened his cuffs and teased him deliberately: "Really? I said I would sell these two houses and leave the money to you! Are you sure you want 50,000 instead of 100,000?"

Cheng Fusheng didn't regret what he had just said, but he was a little surprised. This uncle was so generous, it seemed that he was indeed very rich.

However, he did not regret his decision. Going to the United States was impossible.

Gu Qinghuan was a little embarrassed.

It's so embarrassing that people helped her with good intentions but ended up harming her own interests.

Seeing that Cheng Fusheng did not fail and was as calm as before, Mr. Yang felt relieved for some reason. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to leave him alone.

"Okay, no more jokes. Fifty thousand is definitely impossible. Considering that Fusheng interceded for you, I can lower the price to ninety thousand at the lowest. It's up to you to decide whether it will work or not!" Mr. Yang looked at Gu Qinghuan and said.

Gu Qinghuan immediately made the decision: "Deal, Mr. Yang."

It was already good enough to save ten thousand yuan, and this was a reduction Mr. Yang made for Cheng Fusheng's sake. She was very satisfied.

Mr. Yang raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"It's getting late. Old people get tired easily and can't handle it like you young people. I'm going to go back and rest first.

Meet me at the Overseas Chinese Hotel at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

That’s what it means to agree to a deal.

Gu Qinghuan nodded hurriedly: "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

Mr. Yang said meaningfully: "You should thank Fusheng. He lost 10,000 yuan in vain in order to help you bargain."

After saying that, he laughed and left.

Niu Zhuang scratched his head and said, "Boss, we've lost a lot."

Cheng Fusheng rolled his eyes at him.

You want all the money, don’t you have hands and feet?

He had no intention of taking money from anyone, as he thought it would be most practical to spend the money he earned himself.

Gu Qinghuan was indeed a little embarrassed to face Cheng Fusheng.

Who would have known that this uncle was so generous that he would give the money from selling the house to his nephew Cheng Fusheng.

"Um, I'm sorry!"

Although Cheng Fusheng had no intention of accepting the money, he accepted Gu Qinghuan's apology very naturally.

"Comrade Gu, are you just going to send me away with just a word of apology? This is 10,000 yuan, how are you going to compensate me?" he said with interest.

"Well, I'll treat you to a meal next time!" Anyway, it's impossible to give more money.

Cheng Fusheng said readily: "Okay, one meal is not enough, you have to treat me to at least ten meals!"

Gu Qinghuan secretly did the math. Even if a meal cost ten yuan, ten meals would only be a hundred yuan, which was much more cost-effective than ten thousand yuan.

"Deal!" She took out a hundred yuan and slapped it on the table: "Here's a hundred yuan, which should be enough for ten meals."