Fang Tie looked at his anxious son and sneered: "Fang Dali, if it weren't for your partner's brain, I really wouldn't even help with this. Have you ever asked about the price of the house now? Although Anyang is a third-tier small town, the housing prices in the city center have reached about 6,000, and the commercial housing prices have reached 8,000 or even 10,000. You want a venue worth hundreds of square meters, but you don't want to pay for it. What? Do you want me, an old man, to ask you for a free set?"

The venues he found were all very cheap because he looked at his face.

Otherwise, how could a house of two or three hundred square meters be handled in about one million?

Now my son actually blames him for being incompetent?

He was so angry that he was so angry.

If this plan hadn't touched him, he wouldn't have helped his son even if he had beaten him to death.

Hearing his father's words, Fang Dali's heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly remembered An Mu's words in the restaurant.

Now is the environment of high-pressure anti-corruption, and his father's ability to find this house is already his greatest concession and "help".

Thinking that he had been blaming his father all afternoon, a hint of shame came to Fang Dali's heart.

Seeing Fang Dali fall into silence, Fang Tie thought he was throwing a tantrum and said bitterly: "Son, you always blame me for not helping you, but I have my difficulties. If I really help you, it would be too late to regret it if something happened."

Fang Tie didn't make it clear. He knew that his son was simple-minded, and he couldn't understand it if he said too much.

"Dad, I think less."

Fang Dali lowered his head and said guiltily: "Now there are anti-corruption everywhere, and you must be staring at many people in your position. I'm anxious."

Fang Tie opened his mouth and stared at his son in surprise.

If he hadn't watched him with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that these words were said by his simple-minded son.

His mind moved slightly, his eyes fell on the perfect plan at hand, and he asked, "Is this what your partner told you?"

"Yes." Fang Dali nodded honestly.

"Dad, I'll call her back and tell me about this."

Fang Dali lost his anger and took out his cell phone and went to the balcony.

Fang Tie's heart was uneasy here.

Fang Tie is still a little worried about his son's partner. He is afraid that the other party will plot against him, and even afraid that his opponent will send him to plot against him.

But after hearing Fang Dali's words just now, Fang Tie suddenly felt different.

He is just such a child. He has been spoiled since childhood and has never suffered any hardships. He and his wife will handle any troubles.

This resulted in Fang Dali, who grew up carefree, who always kept doing everything, never used his brain, let alone thought about problems.

He and his wife also tried to teach their son, but the bigger Fang Dali resisted him, and sometimes when he spoke, Fang Dali slammed the door and left.

Over time, he gave up on the idea of ​​teaching and just wanted to pave the way for him and be able to have food and clothing without worries after he paved the way.

Not long ago, Fang Dali suddenly wanted to open a boxing gym, which really made him so angry.

He was not afraid of his son being stupid and having no future. What he was afraid of was that his son had to struggle for a long time until he was old and retreated, but Fang Dali could not even make a living by himself.

Raising a child for a hundred years will bring you ninety-nine years of worry.

Even if he scolds Fang Dali, his purpose is to make it better in the future.

That's his son.

These days, he saw that his son who had been fucking him with could suppress his temper and talk to him, and even apologized just now that he was anxious, Fang Tie felt excited.

He had an idea to meet this partner.

I want this mysterious partner to take care of my stupid son, I want...

The more Fang Tie thought about it, the more excited he felt. He couldn't help but stretched his neck to look at the balcony and called his son with a serious face.

He was as curious as a child. What would the partner react when he knew that the house was so expensive?

...

An Mu answered the phone and said to An Zeyuan, who had a broken face, "Dad, I'll go and answer the phone first, can I talk about it later?"

"Okay." An Zeyuan nodded.

After running downstairs, An Mu said, "Okay, you said."

"An Mu, I just hung up your phone and my old man were talking about our house."

An Mu had guessed it long ago and replied calmly: "Hmm. What's the result?"

"My old man found me a few places in the afternoon. The locations are all in the city center. The venue is also very good, but the prices are too high!"

Fang Dali said depressedly: "Even the cheapest one costs more than one million."

“…”

An Mu's heart sank.

"This price depends on your father's face?" An Mu asked.

"Damn, you are so awesome. You guessed it. At first I thought my old man cheated me, but he didn't expect that he would give it to him because of his face. I was depressed."

Fang Dali is now particularly impressed by An Mu and continued, "An Mu, the sum of money we have is not one million. Even if we have raised so much money, we will have to buy equipment and decorate it later. Why don't we rent a house first?"

After waiting these days, he felt increasingly slim hope of buying a house and opening a boxing gym.

After talking to his father just now, he was even more devastated.

He felt that the boxing gym was getting farther and farther away from him.

"Have you forgotten what I said? You can't rent it. If you rent this money, you will waste it." An Mu insisted.

"But if the venue cannot be implemented, we can't open a boxing gym..."

Fang Dali was a little scared. He was really afraid that his ideal would be shattered, and he was also afraid that An Mu would give up.

An Mu was in a heavy mood, she pondered for a while and said, "You ask me to think about it, can I call you afterwards?"

"An Mu...you don't want to open it anymore, right?" Fang Dali asked with some resentment.

"Won't!"

An Mu said affirmatively: "Since I promised you that I would not go back on my promise."

She has never been a person who speaks without trust.

"Okay! Anmu, I'll wait for your phone call."

After Fang Dali finished speaking, he reminded him: "You think about it quickly. If you have thought about it, contact me immediately. You can call me at any time 24 hours a day."

An Mu smiled and replied, "No problem."

After hanging up the phone, An Mu sorted out his thoughts and sighed.

It's really hard for her, a nerd, to abandon her articles and go to business.

If she had known this now, she would not have been a nerd who turned a blind eye to family affairs in her previous life.

Even if she pays a little attention to the business, she will not open a boxing gym and make mistakes several times.

However, the problem now is ultimately a matter of money.

If she and Fang Dali had sufficient funds, how could they get stuck on the venue?

Money, money!

You are a bad thing. When you have you, you think you are bad, but when you don’t, you can’t get it.

An Mu sighed and threw negative energy aside.

Since this is already the case, what's the use of her being sad about the spring and autumn?

I'd better think about how to break this situation?

"An Mu? Are you downstairs?"

An Zeyuan's voice came from above his head.

He saw An Mu go out for a long time and was a little worried.

"I'm here, I'm here." An Mu hurriedly responded.

After saying that, An Mu smiled bitterly again.
Chapter completed!