"Spring comes, do you really want to buy this broken house?"

Liu Jiuwa, who was flirting with chickens, looked up at Liu Chunlai.

Liu Chunlai nodded.

Without explaining, I went out.

The landlord obviously didn't want to come in.

A middle-aged woman in her forties, with short hair fluffy and fluffy hair, wearing a yori shirt and a pair of flowery yori pants, was standing under the shade of a tree not far from the house.

Keep blowing the wind with your hands.

"You want to buy this house?" Seeing Liu Chunlai come out, the woman frowned and looked at Liu Chunlai and spoke directly.

Liu Chunlai doesn't look like he is rich.

He was wearing a homemade cloth jacket, a pair of homemade cloth pants, patches on his knees, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet.

"Yes, sister, I don't know how much your house costs." Liu Chunlai nodded, "If the price is right, I hope to go to the Housing Management Bureau to handle the transfer tomorrow."

The other party didn't want to talk nonsense, and Liu Chunlai was too lazy to say anything more.

If you cannot transfer the property, it is useless to buy it.

The Hongya Cave will take about twenty years to develop. Although it is not a stilt house along the riverside, it is close to Jiefangbei and not far from Chaotianmen Wharf, so it is more suitable as an office.

"1,200 yuan, you can transfer the property tomorrow." The woman spitted out a scary price in her scary mouth.

Zhang Erqiang looked at her, "Aunt Qiao, didn't you say that this house is only 400 yuan?"

This price increase is so outrageous.

They didn't rent this house for a long time. They only charged 72 yuan a year for rent. How many years would it take to make it back?

"It's just this price. If you want to buy it tomorrow, you will go and transfer it." Qiao Xiulan looked at Liu Chunlai with a firm look on her face.

That's the price.

Liu Chunlai frowned and looked at her.

The price suddenly tripled.

Although you won’t suffer any loss when you buy it at this price now, and it’s still so cheap.

Who is willing to endure being blackmailed?

There should be more than one company in the vicinity who is willing to sell a house.

"Sister, can you ask why the price has suddenly increased so much?" Liu Chunlai was still patient. If there was no reasonable explanation, then forget it.

The other party moved into the newly assigned dormitory, maybe there is news?

If this is the case, it will be difficult to buy a house in this area.

"Actually, we didn't plan to sell it. The house is a bit dilapidated and can be built with a few hundred yuan. However, my child either works or is in college... Yesterday, a complete set of high-end combined furniture appeared at the Light Industry Bureau..."

Qiao Xiulan explained the reason.

My son had just gotten married before, and there was one son who was about to get married, so the family didn't have much money.

Liu Chunlai looked weird. What's the fuck caused by himself?

The other party wants to buy furniture!

But even so, the cost should not be passed on to others.

Too unauthentic.

"Sister, although I understand you, is this a little bit..." Liu Chunlai didn't know what to say.

"Actually, this house is worth more than 400 yuan, you can ask. In recent years, many people have gone to the city to do business, and the rent is at least several times. The rent is because Carpenter Zhang has no business, so it has not increased."

Qiao Xiulan's explanation made Liu Chun come to Zhang Erqiang.

Zhang Erqiang nodded and said that this is indeed the case.

Is there a good person opposite to the relationship?

"Sister, did you see that set of furniture at the Light Industry Bureau?" Liu Chunlai didn't remember having such a personal reservation yesterday.

And, if she was on the scene, she should know herself.

"No, I love a friend at home..."

"Professor Tan?"

"You know each other?" Qiao Xiulan was a little surprised.

Zhang Erqiang finally understood, "Aunt Qiao, that set of high-end furniture is sold by Brother Chunlai, and he is the representative of Bayi Furniture Factory..."

Originally he wanted to say it was made by his father.

But if it is said, Liu Chunlai bought it directly for 120 yuan and sold it for a sale price of 918 and a reservation price of 860 yuan, so it cannot be concealed.

"What do you sell?" Qiao Xiulan didn't believe it.

"Yes, I accepted the reservation yesterday at the Light Industry Bureau, and Professor Tan's home was also what we sent to him last night." Liu Chunlai nodded affirmatively.

"This will be easy. Give me 400 yuan, a set of furniture, and this house will be transferred to you."

"Sister, isn't the price too high?" Liu Chunlai wanted to bargain.

"You just go and find out the price of the houses around you. In fact, you can sell three houses as long as you change the roof. There is also a yard..."

Qiao Xiulan felt that the price was very conscientious.

"Or what if I can use a set of combined furniture to replace it? When the furniture comes, I will install it for you first?" Liu Chunlai suggested.

Zhang Erqiang next to him widened his eyes and his mouth slightly opened.

Liu Chunlai's pussy is too dark.

A set of furniture worth 120 yuan, just exchange it for three rooms and a yard?

No matter how dilapidated the house is, it is more than that little money.

Moreover, furniture can't be used for a lifetime, and you can live in a house for many years. If you rent it out, you will collect more than this price per year.

"No, I have to add 400, otherwise I won't sell it. I tell you, this house is not just you want to buy it, someone has paid 800 yuan before, and I didn't sell it."

Liu Chunlai was not sure whether Yang Xiulan used this to increase the bargaining chips or if someone really paid 800 yuan.

This price is cost-effective anyway.

"Okay, this way, a set of high-end combined furniture will add 300 yuan to you... Let's sign a contract first, and when the furniture is delivered, you will go to the Housing Management Bureau to handle the transfer?" Liu Chunlai gritted his teeth and made a painful expression.

Qiao Xiulan agreed to this plan, but did not agree to sign the contract now. He did not determine Liu Chunlai's background.

I don't know if what they said is true.

You have to wait until you see the furniture, sign the contract on site, and go to the transfer.

Liu Chunlai really wanted to ask her, what about the trust between people?

Even if he is willing to give money, Qiao Xiulan will not do it if she gives money to buy furniture.

Qiao Xiulan's attitude is very clear. She must be the second person to get high-end combined furniture, otherwise...

"Sister Qiao, why don't you leave after dinner?" Liu Chunlai warmly invited Qiao Xiulan to have supper.

Unfortunately, people look down on the supper of the older men at all.

Thinking that a big rooster that was bought for more than five yuan could not be ruined by Liu Jiuwa and others, Liu Chunlai rushed in at an extremely fast speed.

"It's stewed, the water hasn't boiled yet!" Liu Jiuwa, who was sitting in front of the earthen stove, reported proudly.

Such an expensive big rooster will definitely not let Liu Chunlai harm you.

"Check it up and just think it's blanched." Liu Chunlai didn't want to stew the chicken.

It's okay to drink soup in winter.

Have to eat meat.

The dish stewed with chicken is not that good.

Despite Liu Jiuwa's objection, he directly picked up the chicken in the pot, then removed the bloody foam from the chicken soup, and then put the soup aside for later use.

"Zhiqiang, don't stand there, help peel garlic, more; Hongbian, wash the potatoes and prepare the green beans..."

Liu Chunlai started to direct people because he was quarreling with Liu Jiuwa.

"Uncle Chunlai, why don't you do it yourself when cooking?" Although Liu Zhiqiang didn't stop, he was still questioning him, "Or why don't you mess around?"

Liu Chunlai knew that he doubted his cooking skills and glared at him, "Where did the chef who did these small things do you see? Master, just take charge of the spoon..."

When Liu Chunlai thought, it seemed like the masters who hold banquets in rural areas were like this?

But Liu Chunlai is not a master.

Didn't say it out.

Soon, the pot was dried and blue smoke rose from the iron pot.
To be continued...