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

The more Song Paner talked, the more excited she became. She sat cross-legged on the sofa and continued to advocate.

"And that villa. A villa restriction order was issued the year before last. It will be difficult to get land for this villa in the future. Do you think it will appreciate in value? Let me tell you, you'd better buy a few and put them there when you have spare money. Wait for the value to rise. To put it another way, even if the house price does not rise, you can still rent it out and make back your money!"

After the long talk, Song Paner said she was thirsty and trotted to the kitchen to get some water.

This phone call lasted for more than an hour, and it ended when Ma Haiyan's phone ran out of battery. I don’t know who convinced whom in the end, but the money Song Paner borrowed has finally arrived.

Song Pan'er took some time to go to the courtyard to sign a contract, and then went to the housing management office to submit a transfer application. The rest is just waiting to go through the process.

On the day she signed the contract, she accidentally learned something.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, the father and son said that the family who had moved out of the courtyard had also brought people to look at the house. But the buyer didn't take it too seriously, and the entire courtyard put in an offer of more than 4 million yuan.

The other families in the courtyard are now working together, and they don't want to see the family in the west wing. The relationship between the neighbors is very tense.

When Song Paner heard the news, she felt happy. Wait! This time she was not in a hurry, letting the conflict ferment first while she saved money to pay off the famine.

Everything is on track. Song Paner only needs to go to the store occasionally to take a look. The rest of the time, she takes her milk everywhere to eat, drink and have fun.

When she got tired of playing in the city, she went to the suburbs to pick cherries and strawberries, and even went to Tianjin City to see the sea.

Maybe even God couldn't stand her unrestrained energy. During the second half of the holiday, he sent people one after another to find things for her to do.

After more than half a month of fun, Song Paner received an unexpected phone call this morning. The director of "San Gong Liu Yuan" wanted her to film a movie, and she was still to play the heroine.

Song Paner has no time, no acting skills, and no courage. I could only refuse politely. She had heard that this industry was very complicated. She, a little shrimp with no background, was afraid of being bullied to death.

But although she doesn't want to play the heroine, she wants to sell the script! She shamelessly recommended the drama she wrote to the director, the upcoming "My Eighteen Years Old". The director on the other end of the phone was quite shocked. He didn't expect that she was both talented and beautiful.

They are all in the film and television industry, and he also knows the drama "My Eighteen Years Old". This is an S-level project of Huanyu Film and Television. He didn't expect that it was written by this little girl.

The director sounded a little more polite and promised to watch the show carefully and invite her to write a book if there was a chance.

Mao Sui's self-recommendation was successful. Song Pan'er thanked her profusely and hung up the phone.

I happily rolled around on the bed several times, sang "Good Luck Comes", and wanted to go downstairs to find her breasts with my head on my head. After taking just two steps, the phone rang again.

When I saw the number, it was Zhou Wen.

"Hey~Brother Wen."

"Haha, little Pan'er, I've got another good job for you." Zhou Wen's loud voice came from the other end of the phone.

Song Pan'er was so shocked that her ears buzzed, and she didn't even realize how happy she was. This guy doesn't look like a scholar at all, but more like a martial artist, with a voice as loud as a drum.

"Idol drama, about bosses. Fifty thousand yuan per episode!" Zhou Wen said seductively.

Song Pan'er's eyes widened instantly, and she quickly calculated in her mind that one episode was fifty thousand, and twenty episodes would be one million. She still has a lot left over after paying off the famine, which is not bad, it is indeed a good life.

"Are there any episode requirements this time?" Song Pan'er suppressed her inner excitement and asked tentatively.

The sky is full of spirits and the earth is full of spirits. My Gray Fairy is about to appear. Bless me. This is a long and epic work. Song Pan'er's head was full of prayers, hoping to get a good answer.

"No more than fifty episodes. There may be a second one."

Haha, it happened. The answer was as I expected. Song Paner was as happy as Jerry who had stolen oil.

After confirming the time to hand in the script, Song Pan'er hung up the phone with her mouth full of gratitude, and like a steam locomotive, she went downstairs blaring the flute to share the joy with her breasts.

In the next few days, she didn't rush to write a drama. Instead, she went to Yan Bin's company first to learn about the daily life of the overbearing president.

Before the summer vacation, Yan Bin registered a game company called Changyou Technology, with its office located in Wangjing.

The dozen or so employees were all people I met at the last party, so there was nothing inconvenient. Song Paner found an empty workstation and helped with some printing work while looking for materials.

But she only stayed for one day and then left. What kind of overbearing president was he? He was just stupid and sweet.

Either he was threatened to take a vacation by his neck, or the cleaning staff kicked him out of the office because he was in the way. In the end, when I ate the box lunch, my face was covered with rice grains, and I had to read it myself.

The idea of ​​using Yan Bin as a prototype was strangled in the cradle by her. Song Pan'er could only make up her domineering male protagonist according to her own fantasy.

The rest of the holiday was spent quickly in her unconstrained creations.

At the beginning of the school year, the four people who returned to the dormitory, except Song Pan'er, the other three had changed a lot.

Wu Qiong rarely changed his mind and became more talkative. Maybe it's because she will study abroad next semester, so she is trying her best to add memories to this period of youth.

Ma Haiyan has become a lot more fashionable. Perhaps because she read too many clothing magazines when visiting the store, she actually learned how to dress up. Her brilliant appearance on the first day of school shocked the three people in the dormitory.

But Han Mengyao was unusually depressed, and she wouldn't tell her what was wrong. Song Pan'er guessed that something happened when she went to the instructor's hometown.

But since she didn't want to mention it, she couldn't persuade her directly. Give her some time to digest it slowly!

These shops opened by a few people are really awesome. In just one month of holiday, Song Paner's hunger has been alleviated. I am debt-free and my writing ideas have become much smoother.

On this day, Song Pan'er was writing furiously in her dormitory when an unknown girl knocked on their dormitory door.

"Hello, is Song Pan'er in the dormitory?" The girl poked her head in and asked politely.

"I am, do you have anything to do with me?" Song Pan'er put down her pen and walked towards the door.

"Ah, I'm not looking for you. Song Zhihao from my class is looking for you. They're downstairs. You can go downstairs!" The girl closed the door and left.

Song Pan'er raised an eyebrow, why did he come to the door again? I thought they had gotten used to that big banner after so long!

In a good mood, I whistled twice and pulled on my slippers and went downstairs.

Song Zhihao stood under the shade of a tree in the distance, watching Song Pan'er's slow and leisurely steps, and strode over anxiously.

"Have you seen my ancestral home? Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Song Zhihao puffed up his chest and glanced at Song Pan'er condescendingly.

"What did you say? Did you say that your ancestral home had been confiscated as early as your great-grandfather's generation? Or did you say that your ancestral home has been bought by me now?" Song Pan'er crossed her arms and looked at him amusedly.