I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

dad!

Shang Yanyan rolled her eyes and exclaimed happily. This was not difficult for her. After all, she had been called him this way since she was a freshman.

OK.

Chen Hansheng nodded with satisfaction, and the atmosphere increased.

Dad~

Shang Yanyan called out mischievously again: Look, I dare to call you like that anytime. Do you dare to agree to it anytime?

Huh?······Ho ho, ho ho.

Chen Hansheng laughed dryly. Of course he couldn't agree casually.

I haven't become a father yet, but I ended up becoming the godfather of a female classmate in my class. If it were publicized, the BBS popularity of the University of Finance and Economics in 2005 could be maintained by this gossip alone.

By the way, how is your garment factory business now?

Chen Hansheng cleared his throat and abruptly changed the topic.

Hmph~

Shang Yanyan saw a little pride on her face when she saw Chen Hansheng shrinking.

However, she was very sensible and did not push too far. She said with a smile: With your 2 million for emergency help, my dad said that we can maintain it until the spring of next year. Maybe this industry winter has passed.

That's good. With your grades, you don't need to take the postgraduate entrance examination. You can go and help out after graduation.

Chen Hansheng turned down the music a little. He now also had the desire to talk.

So, don’t panic when you are embarrassed, just call “Dad” to warm up the situation.

Not going.

Shang Yanyan shook her head: I've told you before that my dream in life is to open a coffee and flower shop. I don't get married or fall in love. It's enough to have two pets. The only requirement is to stay close to you. I can help you take care of the kids.”

Fuck, you haven't changed your mind yet.

Chen Hansheng smiled: I will definitely hire a nanny in the future. Where do I need your help?

Last time, when you pulled me out of the KTV.

Shang Yanyan adjusted her posture, tilted her body, and leaned her shoulders on the leather seat. She stared at Chen Hansheng with piercing eyes: I have this idea even stronger.

Chen Hansheng did not reply, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

Hey~

Shang Yanyan never waited for Chen Hansheng to turn around. She said quietly: When my dad's business becomes stable next year, I will borrow money to open a coffee and flower shop in Jiangling. You will also have a place to stay when talking about business in the future.

Why bother.

After a while, Chen Hansheng said silently.

I like it.

Shang Yanyan lowered her head, unconsciously holding the thick stockings with her fingers and pulling them up, then released them with a pop, and bounced them on her thighs.

At this time, a miracle happened.

When they were just talking about their relationship, Chen Hansheng, who was very affectionate, was willing to turn his head and look at the scene with his peripheral vision.

It seems that to him, long legs are more attractive.

Man, man.

Shang Yanyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She might not be able to have many of Chen Hansheng's emotions, but she might have a chance to have her body.

Does it look good?

Shang Yanyan leaned back, straightened her legs and said, Do you like it?

Hey, you are looking down on me. We can see the world.

Chen Hansheng sneered: He is definitely not a man whose legs are full of brains!

As soon as he finished saying this, the car suddenly became quiet.

After a while, Shang Yanyan whispered: My thoughts are all about legs.

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Arriving at Qingpu District in Shanghai around 1 p.m., the garment manufacturing base was still desolate. There was only one lively garment factory, and that was Shang Yanyan's.

The assembly line is already in operation, and workers are moving in and out to carry fabrics. It seems that 2 million is indeed effective.

When Shang Furong greeted him at the door, he tutted at his wife and said, Last time it was Lexus, this time it's Land Rover. If Yanyan hadn't repeatedly emphasized that Chen Hansheng started from scratch, it would be hard for me to believe it.

What's the use.

Shang Furong's wife said: He doesn't like Yanyan.

Uncle Shang, Aunt Qiu.

After Chen Hansheng got off the car,

Say hello with a smile.

Xiao Chen is here!

Shang Fulong has regained his previous temperament, with a neat oily hair and straight suit, and an alligator leather bag under his arm, which is bulging as if filled with hundred-dollar bills, giving him the image of a wealthy man.

Boss Shang is still handsome.

Chen Hansheng imitated the Shanghai dialect: Looking from a distance, it looks like Aaron Kwok's.

Xiao Chen, please stop teasing me.

Shang Furong put his arm around Chen Hansheng's shoulders: I booked a private room and have long wanted to take you to try our local boiled prawns.

Uncle Shang, let's get some lunch boxes.

Chen Hansheng pointed to his watch: It takes too much time to go to a restaurant to eat. I have something to do in the evening, so we have many opportunities to drink.

That's okay...

Chen Hansheng helped so much and didn't even treat him to a meal. The old Shang felt very sorry.

However, Chen Hansheng obviously had something to do today, so he took Chen Hansheng to the location of the incident and explained the specific process while walking.

It turned out that Shang Furong had quietly fulfilled Chen Hansheng's instructions. It happened that many neighbors wanted to sell their land, so he picked a round piece of land with good Feng Shui and a relatively complete area to negotiate.

Chen Hansheng is also quite satisfied. Feng shui is one thing. It is not far from the road, so transportation and transportation are relatively convenient.

There are four families living on this piece of land, and the first three families are very easy to negotiate. Paying money, signing an agreement, moving, and leaving. For the sake of being neighbors for many years, neither party has any trouble.

Unexpectedly, there was a problem with the fourth household. Seeing Shang Furong rushing to buy land, they thought it was a rare commodity and suddenly disagreed with the previously negotiated price of 3 million.

But the location of this house is the most important.

Shang Furong made a circle with his hand: Their house is right in the middle. If they don't move, the original solid circle will become a hollow circle. Not to mention affecting Feng Shui, you won't be able to open a factory here.

How much does this house cost? Chen Hansheng asked.

10 million.

Shang Fulong became angry when he thought about it: You have refused to accept the negotiated price again, this old loser!

Where's the village committee? What's going on there?

Chen Hansheng wanted to know the official's attitude.

Of course the village committee also helped to persuade me.

Shang Furong said: Every time a piece of land is sold, the village committee will get a commission, which makes the procedures faster.

Chen Hansheng nodded, and while he was talking, the group of people had already arrived at the land.

Sure enough, the other three households were empty, leaving only the middle one cooking with smoke rising from the kitchen.

Fucking pussy.

Chen Hansheng circled the land, raised his head and said with a smile: This company is really the most important, it's a bit difficult to deal with.

It's really difficult.

Shang Furong pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged woman washing vegetables under the faucet. When she saw Shang Furong, she shouted to the main room: Dead head, please come out, the old Shang is here again.

The door curtain opened, and two men walked out. The middle-aged man was short, with a bald Mediterranean head and a shiny forehead.

The other one should be his son. He had fluffy hair and looked like he had just gotten up. After seeing Shang Yanyan, his eyes wandered down the street.

Lao Xie.

Shang Furong did not introduce Chen Hansheng, but said seriously: Today you will give me the final lowest price, the lowest one.

The bald middle-aged man looked at Chen Hansheng, his eyes moving quickly, showing a sense of intelligence.

It is impossible for Shang Fulong to buy so much land. It is obvious that he is a white glove for others. It seems that this young man is the buyer behind the scenes, so the old businessman emphasizes the lowest price.

The lowest price~

The bald middle-aged man named Lao Xie picked up the porcelain cup, took a comfortable sip, and said unhurriedly: 9.9 million, this is the base price.

Fuck you, you're 13 points, but you're only 100,000 less?

Shang Furong was furious.

The old businessman was a businessman, he knew how to eat, drink, play and gamble, and his temperament was also arrogant. This anger really frightened the balding middle-aged man.

Anyway, this is the price.

The balding middle-aged man remembered that we were in a society governed by law, and calmed down a little. He looked at Chen Hansheng and said, 9.9 million. It's impossible to lose a penny.

He knew that Chen Hansheng was the real buyer and it was not worth being angry with Shang Furong.

Damn it, you must be an immortal, you can jump quite high.

Chen Hansheng smiled and directly said that this family was extorting money from the Immortal.

The balding middle-aged man is not angry. If this land is really sold for 9.9 million, it will not matter if it is beaten twice, let alone damaged.

When doing business, everyone pays attention to the real price. Others pay 3 million, but you want 9 million. This is not what you sincerely want to sell.

Chen Hansheng took out his cigarettes and scattered them. Everyone including the balding middle-aged man and his wilting son got one.

You can sell it, but it must be at the price I said.

The bald middle-aged man smoked a cigarette bah, bah.

9.9 million is impossible.

Chen Hansheng raised two fingers: Okay, I'll add this number to you.

Two million?

According to calculations by a bald middle-aged man, this is only 5 million, which is far from enough.

Han Sheng.

Shang Fulong quickly grabbed Chen Hansheng, adding that the premium of 2 million was too much and not worth it at all.

It's not 2 million, 200,000, or 3.2 million to buy land. Chen Hansheng said.

Hahaha~

The balding middle-aged man seemed to have heard a huge joke. He even opened the curtain and shouted to his wife: This little kid... wants to buy land for 3.2 million. Do you think it's ridiculous?

After he laughed heartily, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He spat out the tea leaves in his mouth and said, 200,000 is nothing!

Don't be a rogue.

Chen Hansheng raised his eyebrows with a fierce look: If 200,000 is not enough, we can still talk about it. With your attitude, I will let you know that 200,000 can actually do a lot of things.

What's going on? Are you buying someone to kill someone?

The balding middle-aged man took out his PHS phone and said, Believe it or not, I'll call the police right away.

casual.

Chen Hansheng threw the cigarette butt directly into the white porcelain cup of the bald middle-aged man, and it immediately made a sizzling sound. He said nonchalantly: Will the police say that I contaminated your cup of tea?

After Chen Hansheng finished speaking, he walked out directly. Shang Furong followed closely and said, Wait a moment. Anyway, you are not in a hurry. Give him and I some time to grind slowly.

I'm not in a hurry. It doesn't matter how many years I have to wait.

Chen Hansheng unbuttoned his down jacket and put his hands on his hips: I just can't see such an idiot.

Everyone has it. Suddenly millions of windfalls fall on his head, and it's normal for his mentality to be distorted. Shang Fulong comforted him.

I can't go back angry.

Chen Hansheng thought for a moment and said, Does Uncle Shang know the construction engineering team?

Shang Furong nodded: I know you.

Then bring me some forklifts, I'm going to level it!

Chen Hansheng said loudly.

Hey, 110?

After the bald middle-aged man heard this, he immediately called the police: Someone is going to dig up my house...

Shang Furong also tried to dissuade him: Don't act out of emotion, it's against the law.

What's the crime?

Chen Hansheng sneered: It's illegal for me to shovel my own things. First, shovel out the three households outside, leaving only this one.

What?

The bald middle-aged man was stunned when he heard it. Love is not about destroying one's own home.

I'm a bastard and I have a lot of time to waste.

Chen Hansheng smiled at the bald middle-aged man: I'll just tell you a few ways, and I'll ask you if you're afraid.

If you're gentle, I'll build pig pens to surround your house and stink you to death.

Be strict, build a high wall along your yard so you can see the sun in the future, then I lose.

The last option is to turn this place into a cemetery so that your family can see the graves when they go out!

Chen Hansheng spat hard: Are you qualified to play rogue with me?

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