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

Song Pan'er didn't say that she was not Qian Guifen, and only replied coldly: "If you are mentally ill, go see a doctor. If I practice calligraphy and show my results, what will it do to her? What environment will it affect? ​​I spit everywhere. ? Did I pick flowers and branches? Or did I spray feces everywhere in the community like them?"

Song Pan'er had been holding in her anger for so long, and finally had a chance to vent her anger.

The street staff didn't expect the other party to be so angry. They were a little dazed by Song Pan'er's continuous questions. Without paying attention, the phone was snatched away by someone waiting nearby.

"Uh... no, return the phone..."

Grandma Song Zhihao dodged the hand stretched out by the staff and started scolding into the microphone: "What do you mean by those words? Who bullied you? Killed who? Let me tell you, you used to call the following criminals like this, He’s going to be beheaded.”

Song Pan'er took the phone a little further away. After she finished speaking, she moved it back to her ear and said casually:

"First of all, I didn't hang around in public places and disturb the order; secondly, I didn't slander or insult others like you. If you can't stand it, go and sue me. By the way, Lao Gege, don't go to that old shop on Donggong Street. Yamen ruins, go to Haidian District Court, don’t go to the wrong place,”

Grandma Song Zhihao: "Who are you sarcastic about? Maid maid, let me tell you what nobility means. My ancestors lived near the old government office. You go to Mao'er Hutong and have a look. You will gain insights and see what nobility means." Gate Courtyard, what is dignity?"

"Hey, I haven't finished speaking yet. Return the microphone to me. I'm telling you, bitch, Ma Liu took off the banner for me, or I'll smash it..."

Grandma Song Zhihao's voice gradually became quieter, and the phone was snatched back by the staff.

"Hey, madam, we'd better make an appointment for you and this old man to sit down and talk."

"There's nothing to talk about. Please tell her that unless she apologizes to me, or she stays in Weixiu Garden for one day, I will hang up this banner for one day." After saying that, Song Pan'er hung up the phone directly.

Noble? Gaomen compound? I don’t know why, but Song Paner keeps thinking about these two words in her mind.

She had visited the old site of Taiyuan Hospital before and had explored many alleys there. There are large courtyards where several families live together, and there are also single-family courtyards.

She took a general look and felt that it was no different from Beijing in her hometown. Will she still have to light a stove to keep warm in the winter? It shouldn't be very comfortable to live in.

Out of consideration for living comfort, Song Pan'er directly made a cross over buying a courtyard house.

But now, she has changed her mind. She doesn't want to buy a villa. She wants to buy a courtyard house first. It would be best to buy the house owned by Lao Gege's ancestral home. It will make her angry to death.

Song Paner's playful change of plan opened a new door for her. She didn’t know or didn’t know. After understanding it, she realized that it turned out that the courtyard house had so many things to pay attention to.

When she bought the houses in Weixiu Garden and Yiheju, the agent introduced the surrounding business districts, schools, hospitals, and subways and buses.

When we arrived at the courtyard, the agent focused on introducing whose former residence and mansion this was, what kind of wood the porch was made of, whether the gate was Guangliang Gate or Manzi Gate, and talked about Feng Shui, culture, and history.

After understanding this, it is true that this villa in the Chinese concept, the legacy left by the ancestors, is exquisite in every aspect, and the cultural heritage is different.

Moreover, Song Pan'er also discovered that the prices of these courtyard houses have increased a lot in recent years! Not to mention the high-end courtyard houses in the cultural reserve and Houhai Bell Tower, let’s talk about this ordinary courtyard house. The cheapest one costs upwards of a million.

This made Song Pan'er's heart beat hard. She must buy a courtyard house and buy more of it. This is a rarer resource than a villa and has more investment value. Didn't you notice that the official residences are now asking for tens of millions?

Song Pan'er was now like a donkey with a carrot hanging in front of her head, running back to the dormitory to discuss money-making plans with her roommates.

She came up with a good deal a few days ago, and the inspiration came from her breasts. The little old lady was bored at home, so she wandered off to Zhongguancun Pedestrian Street. She didn't have anything to buy, so she bought a breast bra for Song Pan'er after shopping around.

Song Pan'er had worn vest-style underwear before, but she had never worn this kind of serious women's underwear with sponge supports and steel rings.

When the milk was given to her, she hesitated for a long time. When they were in the dormitory, Han Mengyao and the others had washed this kind of underwear, and Song Pan'er was too embarrassed to take a closer look. She couldn't study it carefully now.

Mrs. Qian was extremely satisfied when she saw her "can't put it down" look, "Go try it on and see if it looks good on you?"

Song Pan'er, a big girl from the Northeast, blushed for a rare moment, and went back to the bedroom with her breast mask in hand.

When she first put it on, she was not used to it, and Song Pan'er felt constrained and panicked.

"What are you twisting? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Mrs. Qian helped her take out the hair that was still stuffed in her pajamas and looked her up and down. She nodded with a smile, she is a big girl, how nice!

Song Pan'er tilted her arms again, "I'm so scared."

"Small? That's too bad. You haven't gained weight either. Why are you still so small?" Mrs. Qian was so anxious that she almost took off Song Pan'er's clothes.

"Take it off quickly. I wonder if I can change my number. It's three hundred dollars! It would be bad if I don't change it."

"How many?"

Song Paner was stunned. Why is this little fabric so expensive?

"The clerk said it was to prevent the area from drooping, and he also said that he wouldn't get sick." Mrs. Qian made a gesture on her chest.

After hearing what her mother said, Song Pan'er's eyes filled with '￥'. With such a small amount of fabric, the workmanship is not difficult, and the cost should not be high. This business can be studied.

By accident, Song Pan'er found another hugely profitable product, women's underwear.

Back in the dormitory, after Song Pan'er talked about the business, except Han Mengyao, the other two people were very interested.

As girls, they know how quickly this underwear is consumed. It can become deformed after just a few washes. The underwire can easily pierce the fabric and leak out, so they have to buy new underwear from time to time.

Moreover, this underwear is not cheap. A slightly more comfortable and body-hugging underwear will cost upwards of a hundred dollars.

The three of them hit it off immediately and immediately started taking action.

This time Song Pan'er planned to invest 500,000 yuan and get a 40% share. She also gave 5% of the shares of the optical shop to Wu Qiong.

During the winter vacation last year, when Wu Qiong was looking at the store, something happened in the store, but she solved it by herself without telling anyone. Song Paner overheard what the optometrist said, and she only found out now.

Colleagues suppressed it, first the gangsters blocked the door and stopped business, and then they notified the fire department to rectify it. Wu Qiong didn't know who he called, and the next day someone came to apologize.

Now that Song Pan'er knows about this, she can't pretend to be confused. Giving up the benefits is a must. Furthermore, she wanted to hug her thigh, the kind of hug that felt confident.

She climbed onto Wu Qiong's bed and shouted: I want to hug her thigh.

Wu Qiong gave her a shock and told her that she was sure. He also revealed to her in a subtle way that her father worked in the municipal party committee, her uncle worked in the Public Security Bureau, and her aunt worked in the Finance Bureau.

When Song Pan'er found out, she sighed: "You are so shameless!"

Wu Qiong: "Why?"

Song Pan'er: "You split five points back to me. You are not short of money. How can you be so cruel as to accept my hard-earned money? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...and don't imitate me." accent!"

Wu Qiong: "Who thinks it's too much money? Once it's in my hands, don't think about asking for it back. Hahaha... don't bite me! Shut up..."