"What secrets can you have? Do you have a mine or a factory at home? Or you have a piece of land!" He Xiaoyu patted Zheng Dao's shoulder coldly and smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth, "I'm happy to die. I feel like I've known you two for a lifetime, and I haven't found any secrets. Uncle Zheng is really funny. Did he drink too much last night and get up early in the morning to make a joke for you?"

Zheng Dao and his father live on the second floor of a three-story building, while He Xiaoyu and her father He Buwu live on the third floor. The first floor is the Tianxia Zheng Psychological Clinic run by his father, and it is also his and his father’s only source of income.

He Buwuwu’s ownership of the three-story building, Zheng Dao and his father are just tenants. Although they have been rented for 15 years, they are still living under someone else’s roof. On the surface, their relationship with He Buwuwu is pretty good. He calls him brothers and brothers as soon as he drinks, and talks endlessly about the past, but whenever he pays the rent, He Buwuwu’s nose is not a nose, face is not a face. If he doesn’t get the rent for a day, his face will be like a horse’s face every day.

Zheng Dao was very surprised that my dad and He Buwuwu had a decades-long friendship with two single old men. Even if they were not as close as brothers, they would at least be considered an old friend and a friend. What's the big deal about renting a few days?

What's more, why don't you realize and not lack money!

He Buwu usually has no friends and relatives. Since he was dumped by his wife more than ten years ago, he has pulled He Xiaoyu alone. Otherwise, people often say that good and bad things depend on each other. As soon as he divorced his ex-wife, the urban village where he lives was demolished. Each family allocated new houses or cash according to the area of ​​the original house. Many people chose cash, but he asked for a three-story building and a building.

A few years later, He Buwu took out his previous savings and the income from renting out one or two-story small buildings and buildings, and bought two more houses for rent. It was around Gengchen year, and the house price was only more than 2,000 yuan per square meter. By the year of Yiyou, the house price rose by more than 5,000 yuan per square meter, and he already owned at least seven or eight houses!

Now, why don’t you understand? Although he is not good-looking and stingy, he is an absolute millionaire. Not long ago, he bought two more houses. In addition to a small building, he now has nine residential buildings and two apartments, with a market value of at least 20 million yuan. Some of the demolition households who received cash had spent all their money long ago, and now they can only rent houses.

Sometimes, there are differences in life due to a single thought.

"Old Zheng..." He Buwuwu's hoarse voice came from the upper floor, followed by a burst of coughing like a broken gong, and the cough was accompanied by spitting. It was a common symptom of itchy throats and phlegm when people who like to stay up late and smoke frequently wake up early. "Old Zheng, it's what time, why haven't breakfast been delivered yet? If you want to starve to death, I don't have to pay the rent, right?"

Every day, the breakfast my dad bought is served for four people and will be delivered. In the living room or terrace on the second floor, Zheng Dao and his dad, He Xiaoyu and He Buwu, the four of them sat together and had breakfast together like a family.

He Xiaoyu pulled Zheng Dao and ran away: "Go away quickly, don't let the old man He find that Uncle Zheng is missing, otherwise he will have to say it all over again. It will make you feel sorry for the rent one day later and I am sorry for the world and the air. I am so annoyed..."

"Wait for me." He Xiaoyu made a face and turned to the stairs. After a while, she changed into a long skirt and swayed in the wind like a butterfly passing by in the sun. She was as light as the wind and as elegant as smoke. Especially her toned calves and tight figure made her almost fly like a light feather - Xiaoyu's name is like her own person.

"Let's go out for breakfast. Today is your birthday, and I don't want him to drive a bad head early in the morning."

"What are you saying? He Xiaoyu, you say bad things about your father behind your back. Don't you feel that you are unkind, unfaithful, unfaithful, and unfilial, and sorry for the world. The air is in the middle..." He Buwu's hoarse voice suddenly sounded. When he said the first sentence, the man was still upstairs. Before the last sentence was finished, he had already arrived at the second floor, blocking the way Zheng Dao and He Xiaoyu.

The short and fat He Buwu looks so pretty. No, it should be said that he is much worse than his appearance, almost extremely ugly. In addition to his red rosacea, he is also bald and has a pair of big wind-catching ears that are very eye-catching. Overall, He Buwu's appearance almost combines the characteristics of all ugly people, and is a great ugly old man.

In fact, it’s okay to be ugly in appearance. As people get older, they will be kind-hearted when they get older. Even if they are ugly when they are young, if they keep a good mind, they will be kind-hearted and kind-hearted in their later years, and they will become lucky in the future. Of course, if a person is still very old, he still looks extremely vicious, which shows that this person has been bad since childhood.

He Buwuwu is not because he is extremely vicious, but because he is so ugly that he is so ugly that he is fun. Although he is ugly, he is not disgusting. However, his complexion is not very good, not only his lips are black and purple, but his face is also covered with black air.

It is the symptoms of poor heart and frequent staying up late and excessive drinking.

After only seeing the eyes, Zheng Dao suddenly jumped a few times. His eyes were swollen and his feet were floating, and he didn't realize that he had an unbearable breath between his eyebrows. "Look at the external response to know his internal organs, then he knew what was sick and what was sick and what was sick and what was sick and what was sick and what was sick and what was sick and what was sick and what was sick and what was sick." It's not good, why not realize that the condition has worsened.

Why not realize the three major hobbies in my life, one is alcohol, and I like drinking as my life. The second is cigarette, and I never leave cigarettes, and I have more than three boxes a day. The third is stingy and extremely stingy, and I am a super-stern supervisor who wishes to break a penny into half and half as a dollar.

Out of kindness, Zheng Dao told He Buwuwu more than once that alcohol harms the liver, but nerve cells. Nerve cells are the only non-renewable cells in the human body. If you drink too much wine, your nerve cells will be seriously damaged. You are afraid of Alzheimer's disease.

Not to mention cigarettes, three packs of cigarettes a day are almost 100% of the chance of causing lung cancer. Too stingy can also lead to narrow-mindedness, which can easily lead to insufficient qi and blood, and thus illness.

He Buwu just sneered when he heard this, ignoring Zheng Dao's good words and advised him, but instead accused Zheng Dao of meddling in other people's business or being uneasy in kindness.

"Uncle..." Zheng Dao wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by He Buwu.

"Uncle, you are a uncle, if you have money, you are a pig. If you don't have money, you are a pig. It's time to pay the rent, take it!" He Buwu stretched out his fat right hand, and the palm of his right hand was rosy, and the redness of the big orchid was deepened, which was a few more than a while ago.

The palms are red, and there are many fever symptoms, while the deepening of the orchid red is a sign of hypertension or cirrhosis. If the red aggravates in the short term, it is a red flag for cerebral hemorrhage. Combined with his vision of He Buwuwuwu just now, a strong thought suddenly flashed through Zheng Dao's heart...

"If you don't pay the rent, you can move immediately, there is no need to discuss it." He Buwu rolled his eyes when he saw Zheng Dao not speaking, "Don't think you have known me for more than ten years. What kind of friendship has you been with me? Let me tell you, no! I only recognize money but not people. What is friendship? Can you spend it as a meal? Friendship means that only when you pay money, you will be favored. Do you understand?"

What Zheng Dao originally wanted to say was to make He Buwu pay more attention to his health. The illness often started from a small amount and became a big problem. He was urged to rent and was anxious: "Didn't it be paid on the 5th? A few days left, it will definitely be in place before the 5th. I promise Xiaoyu!"

"Don't mention Xiaoyu, let alone Xiaoyu's idea. Did you hear that? Xiaoyu and you are not friends, she is your landlord." He Buwu reached out and grabbed Zheng Dao's collar, "Xiaoyu can only marry a rich man!"

Zheng Dao took a step back slightly, but he didn't see how he dodged. Why Buwu grabbed Zheng Dao's right hand and fell into vain.

Zheng Dao was originally standing in the south of He Buwuwuhu, but he was at a disadvantage. When he turned around, he changed his direction and stood in the north of He Buwuhuhu, showing a high position.

Originally, why Bubuwuju believed that he was the landlord and was higher than Zheng Dao, so he was very imposing. Unexpectedly, when the direction changed, he suddenly felt as if his aura had been broken, and his aura was immediately extinguished.

Zheng Dao, who was calm and confident, was not commensurate with his 25-year-old age. While calm and calm, he was filled with a calm and restrained aura. He nipped his toes and stayed away from him. Why don’t you realize that he was two meters away: “Uncle, don’t be angry, it’s a big upset. If you get sick, don’t spend money on medicine? Once my dad leaves, it’s time for me to take over the clinic. Don’t worry, with my ability, the income of the clinic will increase by more than ten times!”

I thought why I would continue to be as stubborn as usual, but his expression stopped and suddenly sighed heavily: "Old Zheng left too hastily, and he didn't say hello to me. After all, the old guy who has been decades old, so heartless! Forget it, for his sake, it's okay to give you a few more days of grace."

He Buwu looked lonely: "He thought he would not be discovered by hiding in the kind village, but he didn't expect..." Realizing that he had said too much, he suddenly braked and waved his hand impatiently, "Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's keep my tranquility from quarreling with him."

"You remember to bring me two fried dough sticks and a bowl of tofu brain."
Chapter completed!