Crossing 1992: Contracting a barren mountain and becoming a huge demolition household

Simply put, I hope the style of the room I live in can be the same as in France.

Wei Qi'an was so angry that he wanted to curse his father. "If you want to go back home, go home! What's the point of running to someone else's territory?"

Four days was definitely not enough time to redecorate the house, so Wei Qian'an took a fancy to Ye Ke's unconventional method.

Ye Ke was bewildered when he found him. After hearing what he said, he quickly refused, "No, no, I was just playing around."

Wei Qi'an: "One thousand, and three thousand for positive reviews from foreign guests."

“But you can try it once in a while.”

Seeing Ye Ke's attitude change so quickly, Wei Qian raised his eyebrows and snorted.

Sure enough, this time he is a ghost again.

Ye Ke thought that since he was free anyway, he might as well earn some money to spend.

He followed Wei Qian'an to the hotel. Looking at the cleaned-up suite, Ye Ke nodded secretly. The government's choice of Jun'an Hotel was not a blind decision.

After all, most hotels in Ancheng are decorated in traditional Chinese style, while Jun'an Hotel itself is decorated in European style, and it is obviously better suited for renovation.

"Okay, let's go to the flea market first. The store where I bought tableware before was of this style."

Ye Ke returned to the familiar place and stood in front of the mirror blankly.

"Brother Wei, how come this is also your store?"

She even praised the boss to the shop assistant at that time, saying that their boss had great taste. She didn't expect that the boss was him!

Ye Ke was filled with admiration, his eyes widening as he stared at Wei Qi'an, "You're amazing! How do you manage to be so energetic?"

She really admired Wei Qian'an. Unlike her, he wanted to retire at such a young age.

Wei Qianan stood up straight, and his usually nonchalant expression suddenly became serious. No one had ever praised him so directly before, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"Oh! I just opened this one to sell the stuff I found at the junkyard."

Tsk, how humble! Ye Ke gave a thumbs up and praised, "You can easily build something so big, Brother Wei, you are really outstanding!"

"Ahem." Wei Qi'an cleared his throat awkwardly. Little Ke was so enthusiastic! He couldn't handle it!

Wei Qi'an quickly pointed at the mirror and quietly changed the subject, "How about this mirror? Can it be used?"

Ye Ke was led along by his train of thought and thought for a while while looking at the mirror in front of him.

It can be used, but you have to first find a suitable table or cabinet. If not, you can only remove the base, modify it, and hang it on the wall as decoration.

Wei Qianan glanced at Ye Ke who was immersed in thought in front of him, then glanced at his face in the mirror whose blush had just faded, and let out a breath quietly.

In the next few days, Wei Qian'an took Ye Ke to run around Ancheng during the day, whether it was a second-hand market or an import mall, as long as they could buy European-style items, no matter how big or small, the two of them went there.

From the sofa bed to the carpet, to the candlesticks, fruit bowls and paintings, they tried every possible way to integrate and piece together the pieces. The two of them would go out to select and buy products during the day, and then return to the hotel to make modifications and adjustments with the team at night.

When he finally saw the finished product, Ye Ke touched his flat stomach. The flesh that Ye Wenhui had gained some time ago had all disappeared in the past two days.

"Well, I don't know if the foreign guests will be satisfied, but I am very satisfied anyway. Thank you for your hard work these past two days!"

Seeing the bloodshot in Ye Ke's eyes, Wei Qi'an took out three thousand yuan and handed it to her, "You've been exhausted these past two days, go back and rest."

Ye Ke was stunned for a moment and looked at him puzzledly, "Didn't they say that the number of good reviews was only 3,000? No one has come yet?"

Wei Qi'an waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's already been arranged like this. If he's still not satisfied, then he's just nitpicking. It has nothing to do with you."

In fact, he felt a little guilty. He only helped for three days and was so tired that his chin became pointed.

Alas, Sister Xiao Ke is just like Uncle Ye, too honest. He will have to protect her more in the future.

Ye Ke did not refuse and accepted it without hesitation. She felt that Wei Qi'an was right. If he was not satisfied with this, then he was deliberately looking for trouble!