Two big men and a beautiful girl killer stood aside and watched, while another middle-aged and elderly woman, who was obviously not advantaged in age or appearance, sat on the ground and rolled around, begging for sympathy. Forget about bullying women, why don't you? It's very unfair to bully the few with more people. This goes against Wang Bushit's inner moral standards. Otherwise, just obey her and give him a little more.
Just as Wang Bushit wanted to speak, Liu Mei stopped him, so Wang Bushit shut up. Kindness can sometimes be the most deadly weapon. If you want to live longer, it is necessary to be evil.
As a relative of Liu Yujing, Liu Mei has the most say in Liu Yujing's daily behavior. In order to achieve her goals, her aunt will do whatever it takes. She cries, makes trouble, and hangs herself. This is normal, and Liu Mei is used to it. Once raw and twice cooked is not.
Leng Bingbing was a little embarrassed, how could a woman be so shameless, and even more ashamed of having the same gender as her.
Liu Yujing's cry was loud and long-lasting, and it had already attracted some bored onlookers to stop, point, and even applaud. This shows that Liu Yujing's popularity is not that good. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. It is not good for relatives to care about her, and the relationship between neighbors is not good. also the same.
Finally, the voice calling her mother drowned out Liu Yujing's cries. The person who came was none other than Liu Yujing's precious son, a strong man who was as thick as his head.
Hearing her son's cry, Liu Yujing hurriedly stopped howling with only thunder but no rain, "Bah, bah, bah, good son, don't talk nonsense, you are living well, what nonsense are you talking about." Liu Yujing dotingly wiped away the sweat shed by her son because of his obesity. No matter how bad a person is, she still has a kind side deep in her heart. Maybe it is family affection or friendship. People will never have pus in their bad heads. Sores on the soles of the feet are hopeless;
"Mom, it's okay. You can't just say a few words and a dead person will die. If so, wouldn't all the bad guys be dead?" the fat boy said.
Good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil. It has always been a joke, words for the weak to comfort themselves. Rules are made by the strong, and naturally enforced by the weak.
"My good son, you can't talk nonsense. It's time to eat. The weather is hot now. Mom made you some sour plum soup. You go and have a bowl to relieve the heat." Maybe he is a little harsh on others, but he is treating his own son. , Liu Yujing is true love.
The fat boy is as his name suggests, Wu Niao Peng. He is also chubby and spherical in shape, just like a duck that has eaten too much and is so fat that it can no longer fly.
"Mom, I'm fine. I just came back from dinner with Mr. Xie. I'm not thirsty," Wu Niaopeng said cheerfully. As the top son of Songjiang Mansion, Wu Niaopeng was very proud to be his friend, " Mom, you don’t know that Mr. Xie is so enthusiastic and has no airs at all. He even poured me wine."
"Yes, my son is promising. Remember to walk around with Mr. Xie more often. The relationship cannot fade away. Mom still has some jewelry. You can sell it. A man cannot be short of money," Liu Yujing said happily, looking at How could Liu Yujing be unhappy when her son was so promising and had already entered the top circle of Songjiang Mansion? She looked at Wang Busheng and the other three provocatively, and the meaning was obvious, you are all commoners and low-level people.
"Yes, mother, I remember Mr. Xie said that he had a friend's party tonight and invited me to join him," Wu Niaopeng replied proudly. Mr. Xie personally invited him. How many people in Songjiang Mansion could be treated like this? If he told this, he could attract a lot of fans.
"Well, then you should go early, you can't be late,"
"Mom, don't worry, it's still early." After explaining his glorious achievements, Wu Niaopeng then started to care about his mother, "Mom, what are you doing sitting on the ground? Aren't you here to be my aunt? The cold on the ground is not good for your health." .
"Well, at such an old age, you still have an aunt, and the food of the ancients was so good," Wang Busui admired in his heart.
Leng Bingbing's face turned red after hearing this. It was shameless for her aunt to actually tell her son.
"Okay, okay, I listen to my son. My son has grown up and knows how to care about his mother." Liu Yujing was extremely moved. If it weren't for the evil face, this would definitely be a touching picture of a loving mother and a filial son.
Looking at Wang Busheng, Liu Yujing stretched out four fingers and said, "Forty thousand taels, this is the lowest price."
"Forty thousand taels, so much." Wang Busui began to think in his mind. Forty thousand taels plus some subsequent decoration and addition of items, this cost is not a small amount. Wang Bushit was very dissatisfied with the price.
"Twenty-five thousand taels, this is the highest price I can give. If shopkeeper Liu doesn't accept it, I will go to other places to have a look." Liu Mei stood up again at this time and raised the price a bit.
"Twenty-five thousand, no, don't even look at my house. It's definitely more than this price."
Liu Mei has been holding back for a long time. He really wants to slap Liu Yujing in the face. This house was originally his, left to him by his father, including the shops in other streets, which were all illegally used by Liu Yujing. Deceived by other means. I have seen shameless people, but there are only a handful of people like Liu Yujing who want to take away even their own brother's inheritance, and they can be considered a treasure of Songjiang Mansion.
After hearing twenty-five thousand taels, Wu Niaopeng couldn't sit still and asked hurriedly, "Mom, what are twenty-five thousand taels?"
"My dear son, they are interested in our store. I think this business is not easy to do, so I simply sold the house." Liu Yujing explained: "Son, you are now a grown-up. It's time to announce your marriage to you."
"Twenty-five thousand taels, mother, why don't you buy it?" Wu Niaopeng was very excited. Of course, marrying a wife is not something Wu Niaopeng cares about. He doesn't like the one he likes, and he doesn't like the one he likes. Looking down on himself, Wu Niaopeng was very torn, "Mom, Mr. Xie said today that I heard that there is a vacancy for a senior officer in the government office, and it only costs thirty thousand taels. Moreover, Mr. Xie also said that I, Wu Niaopeng, With a handsome appearance, a wealth of talent, and a strong sense of strategy, he is the perfect choice for Master."
"Well, you can't tell if you have a good chest, and you can't even tell if you have a dignified appearance." Since ancient times, loving mothers often lose their sons. Wang Busui was deeply touched. He decided that he must strictly discipline his son in the future. He would beat him if he made any mistakes, and he would beat him if he did not make mistakes. He should not beat him less than once three times a day.
Hearing this, Liu Mei's face obviously twitched several times. Who has ever seen a person who is rich in five cars and can't write the word "bird" as his signature?
"it is true,"
"Of course it's true. Mr. Xie and I are good friends. How could he lie to me? He said that several people had approached him and were interested in this position, but they were all rejected by him. Some even offered 50,000 taels. , one hundred thousand taels, Mr. Xie was unmoved. He said that he didn't care about the money. What he cared about was whether a person could do his job well as a master, serve the people and benefit the common people. People can love money, but they must keep the bottom line. "Xie Gongzi's bottom line is the hundreds of millions of people in Songjiang Prefecture. The happiness and well-being of the people is his lifelong pursuit." Wu Niaopeng was full of passion. When he talked about the excitement, his eyes filled with tears, and tears flowed from his eyes. Shi Die for a confidant, and a woman will look good for one who pleases her. With a good friend who understands her so well and thinks of her all the time, so what if thirty thousand taels is not money. Money is a bastard. If you don’t have it, ask your mother for it. There is such a thing. A friend who takes care of himself will give it to him even if he sells his kidney.
"Master Xie is so great," Liu Yujing felt the same way.
Hearing the two girls singing together, although they didn't know Mr. Xie very well, Wang Busheng's first contact with Mr. Xie, even taking the money that the beggar had worked so hard to get, was not a very good character.
It's nothing to do with the matter. Except for Wang Busheng, there is probably no one who can attract Leng Bingbing's attention. If Wang Bushi knew Leng Bingbing's thoughts, he would definitely be very excited. This feeling is really good and safe.
It was probably because she had been following my king for a long time. Liu Mei's ability to endure was greatly reduced. Her stomach turned for a while and she finally couldn't bear it anymore. "Will you sell it or not? If not, we will go to another one. My young master is very worried." I'm busy, I make hundreds of taels every minute, I don't have time to waste here."
"Sell, sell, why don't you sell? You have to pay now, no installments, no mortgage, I just want cash," Wu Niaopeng said hurriedly.
Liu Yujing was speechless for a while. She had already seen that Wang Busheng really wanted to buy it. If nothing unexpected happened, she could sell it for thirty-five thousand taels. But, well, after all, she gave birth to the baby in ten months of pregnancy and could not raise it. easy.
There is no need to have a son who cheats his father. Countless experiences and lessons in the 21st century teach us that a son who cheats his father must be strangled to death early, and the son who cheats his mother is not allowed.
It is said that reincarnation is a technical job. Although it requires skills, there are still reference points after all. Living in a mansion is always better than sleeping on the street, and being an official is always better than ordinary people. But choosing a son is not the same thing. After all, when I was a child They are all the same, and it will take twenty years to tell whether they are mentally retarded or not.
"Okay, a gentleman's words are hard to follow, so now I'm going to prepare some money." Wang Busheng hit it off immediately.
Liu Yujing just wanted to stop him, but she immediately held it back. Her son was going to be an official soon. Face was very important. How could she disobey him? Having a son should be loved and respected.
Although Wang Bushit was rich, he didn't take all the money with him. Of course, he could only tell Leng Bingbing where he hid the banknotes. Wang Bushit whispered in Leng Bingbing's ear. Leng Bingbing left.
Now that the deal has been negotiated, Wang Busheng can relax and complete the first step before his business plan can continue to expand. As a traveler in the 21st century, in an era when food culture is prevalent and all kinds of snacks are dazzling, Wang Busheng plans to continue on the path of plagiarism.
Food is the most important thing for the people. After all, eating is something that no one can avoid. People's pursuit of delicious food is even more crazy. In the 21st century industry, eating is also the most profitable. One-half profit, and the requirements for food are also very low, as long as it is delicious.
As a former killer, Leng Bingbing is naturally very fast. After a while, he came back with a big baggage.
All of them fell on the table. Well, the 25,000 taels seemed to be larger in size than the price. There are those with three taels, and there are those with one hundred taels.
Wang Busui was very ashamed and helpless. Wang Busui had saved up all this money little by little, "Well, it's a bit messy. Let's clear it up."
Silver is money, and its value cannot be changed at any time. The happiest person to see the banknote is naturally Wu Niaopeng, who is about to become an official.
"I'll count, I'll count," Wu Niaopeng volunteered.
Liu Yujing hurriedly stopped. "No, no, no, son, it's so hot. You'd better take a rest and let your mother do this physical work." Liu Yujing knows her son's arithmetic best. She once let him look at the shop for a day, but she lost dozens of taels. She was not afraid that he counted too much, but that he counted too little. Three hundred taels was regarded as three. Qianliang, wouldn't it be a big loss for me?
"I'll help too," Liu Mei also said. Liu Mei was always skeptical about Liu Yujing's character. He was worried that her three thousand taels would be regarded as three hundred taels.
Trust between people is very important, but when it comes to money, it is better to clarify things face to face. This is true for strangers, but also true for relatives and friends. How many people turn against each other over money.
The amount was not large, but the banknotes were so fragmented that it took a lot of effort to count them clearly. However, with Liu Mei and Liu Yujing here, Wang Busheng was at ease.
Walk around in the shop that will soon become your own, and think about the future layout.
"Okay, I finally counted clearly." Liu Yujing stretched, and then, okay, one of the holes in her clothes collapsed. Wang Busheng couldn't help but want to vomit at this scene. Ugly people really do mischief. Liu Yujing didn't care and said, "There are still eight taels left."
"Well, you can count so clearly." Then Wang Busheng looked at Liu Mei, and Liu Mei nodded.
Wang Bu was a little embarrassed, "Otherwise, I would have given in these eight taels."
