Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Song Pan'er's sudden appearance made the two old ladies a little flustered. They wanted to refute, but they were still being unreasonable. The person who was talking behind the scenes was overheard by the person involved, and it would be very embarrassing if it caused a commotion.

But someone who had never suffered many losses was not willing to be scolded by Song Pan'er. After the panic, his face was full of arrogance.

"Don't be afraid of others telling you whether you behave upright or not. Why don't we tell others?"

"That's it, go away, don't talk to her, you'll lose your status!"

After saying these two sentences, the two wanted to leave.

What can Song Pan'er do? He stopped one of the old ladies, and instead of following her words to prove his innocence, he grabbed her behind her back and started scolding her:

"Loss of status? Are you also a descendant of some kind of princess? Do your ancestors know that you love to talk about your wife so much? Why would you jump out of the graveyard and scold you in anger?"

"Just like you, you have to be slapped and slapped in the face in my house. Can you be a little older? You are in your fifties or sixties, can you do something respectable? How can you do it? Our ancestors are in disgrace...Hey~ don't go, stop!"

Looking at the backs of the two old ladies running away, Song Pan'er put down her sleeves and spat, "I owe you a scolding, bah~"

The agency guy looked at Song Pan'er dumbfounded. Is this the fighting power of a Northeastern girl?

Song Pan'er glanced at him and explained unnaturally: "Ahem~ I'm not usually like this..."

Agency guy: "Ah, yes, I know, I understand..."

After all the fuss, Song Pan'er didn't have the heart to look at any houses, so she turned around and went home to look for her.

She hadn't thought of such a thing before. It seemed like she didn't like to go out for a long time. When she first came to Beijing, the little old lady took Panpan around in circles in the community when she had nothing to do. She looked very lively.

In the past year, except for shopping for groceries, I haven't seen her go out. Is someone really ostracizing her?

Song Pan'er returned home worried, "Nai, are the people in the community ostracizing you?"

Mrs. Qian was watching TV. When she heard her words, her eyes dodged a little, "No, why do you ask that?"

After getting along with her for more than ten years, Song Paner could tell she was lying as soon as she laid eyes on her.

She stopped talking and was sulking alone.

"Oh, isn't that what living in a building is like? With the door closed, who cares about dealing with the neighbors? There are no such trivial things. Isn't that nice?"

Seeing that Song Pan'er was silent, Mrs. Qian quickly turned off the TV, took her shoulder and began to persuade her.

Song Paner's eyes were red. Her breasts had been bullied for a year under her nose, and she didn't even notice! How stupid I am!

Now she especially wanted to be like the aunt and aunt in the village, go to the community to curse and vent her anger. But she couldn't. She was also a person with status and couldn't disgrace the students of Peking University.

The tree will be moved to death, and the people will be moved to death. If the living situation is not satisfactory, just move. Once her mother is settled, she will come back to clean up these old foot bindings.

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In this way, Song Paner's purpose of buying a house changed from investment to self-occupation. If you live in your own home, there are requirements regarding location. The closer to Beijing University, the better.

When she inspected the optical shop before, Song Paner had seen the villa area next to the Summer Palace. Looking from a distance, several white roofs emerge from the green trees, offering tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle, and concealing nobility.

At that time, she was focused on opening a store, so she just stopped her bicycle, admired it, and then left. Unexpectedly, she is now going to buy a house there.

The intermediary guy is very fast. It is rare that someone comes to him to buy a villa, but he has to use all his skills. In one day, he collected all the information on the houses in the villa area, even the ones to be built, which took ten years to be handed over. There are pre-sale houses available.

Song Pan'er was very satisfied with the young man's high efficiency. Among the five types of houses he introduced, A/B/C/D/E, she chose type C.

There are thirty-six single-family villas in Yihejuli, which were just built last year. French style, the floor area ratio is only 0.3, and the greening and landscaping of the villa area are impeccable.

The building Song Pan'er looked at today has a construction area of ​​300 square meters, including the front and rear gardens, a total area of ​​500 square meters, with two floors above ground and one underground floor.

The underground floor is a wine cellar and collection room; the layout of the two floors above ground is grand and practical. On the first floor, after entering through the entrance hall, there is the garage door on the left, and a large living room with a floor height of five or six meters on the right. Opposite the living room is a recreation room, dining room, and kitchen. There is also an elder's room to the south, and next to it is a nanny's room;

The second floor has an oversized south-facing master bedroom and two north-facing guest bedrooms, as well as a tea and study room, a video room, and a multi-functional area.

When Song Pan'er looked at the house, she was extremely satisfied, especially with the three hundred square meters of gardens in front and behind.

When she was in Jinshi, she would go back to the village from time to time to pick vegetables, saying that the vegetables grown at home were more delicious than those bought outside. Her mother has been saying that she wants to eat the vegetables she grows for a long time, and now this garden is big enough for her to grow vegetables.

After looking at the house, Song Pan'er thought for a moment, raised her hand and called to the intermediary guy following behind her, "Brother! I've also read the quotation for this house. Let's talk about it. If I'm free of charge for three years, this will be fine." I will buy the house. In addition, if you negotiate for one more year, I will pay you half of the property fee saved as a reward."

The agent guy's eyes lit up. The property fees here can be 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a year! Including the agency fee, once the deal is made, one order will last for five years.

As if on steroids, the agent tried his best to negotiate the rent-free period for five years. The villa would eventually require a payment of 4.1 million.

Song Pan'er breathed in, it's so expensive!

She now only has the profit of the optical shop in recent months, and the balance from her hometown, which together is less than 2 million. The capital verification at the time was passed, but this is not enough to buy a villa!

How can this be done? The selection of the villa went so smoothly, and the capital turnover time was not enough.

The agency guy is now chasing her to go through the formalities every day, so scared that she doesn't even dare to answer the phone.

Song Pan'er hung up the cell phone that rang four times, bit her lip, and dialed Zhou Wen's cell phone number.

Why is there no news about this script yet? She was so angry that she just sold the script to help.

The call is connected.

"Hey, Xiao Pan'er, what a coincidence that you made the call! Did you figure out that your script was sold?"

"Really?" Song Pan'er's eyes lit up immediately. She asked again with full expectation: "How much did it cost?"

Zhou Wen: "Forty thousand an episode, are you happy?"

"What is four times sixty-five?" Song Pan'er was a little nervous and asked stupidly as her mind stopped thinking.

"You copied the number one scholar in the province, right? This doesn't count? Two million six hundred thousand."

"What about two hundred six plus one hundred and eighty?" Song Pan'er asked nervously.

"Four hundred...four!"

Song Pan'er felt that Zhou Wen's voice was like the sound of nature, haha, I've collected enough money!

Waving his fists, he opened his mouth and shouted silently: God will not stop me! Ah ha ha ha ha...

After a brief moment of venting, Song Pan'er put away her ferocious expression and continued on the phone, "Thanks, Brother Wen'er, when will the money arrive?"

"It's coming soon, within two days! Send me the card number text message."

"Got it!"