Siheyuan: The strongest point adding system is bound at the beginning

Actually, there was nothing in Liu Ping'an's house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. He came here just to take a look. By the way, the real estate could be transferred at this time. Liu Ping'an was also considering whether to buy a few more courtyard houses in the old city.

As for the location, it's better not to care, as long as it's in the inner city. Just don't get caught in the demolition in the future. Just buy five or six more and give one to each of your younger generations. If you buy more, it will be easy for people to covet it.

This Nanluoguxiang is the future Siheyuan protection area. It is not too many, but it is not too few either. The rest have basically been demolished and high-rise buildings have been built. The two-dimensional plane is so small that it cannot accommodate tens of millions of people. We can only think about development in the three-dimensional space.

If I have time, I will go around here and see if I can buy a courtyard house. This place is in a very good location. It has everything you need, including hospitals, schools, and commercial streets.

For example, a large courtyard like No. 95 Courtyard is not important. There are dozens of families living in it. It is almost impossible to put the whole puzzle together. These large courtyards will also be a pain for the street offices in the future.

Friends who are traveling to Beijing and want to see how many households live in a large courtyard, just count the electricity meters outside the wall. Basically, there is one meter for each household. The rows of electricity meters on the outside wall correspond to the households living inside, and you will basically not be wrong.

Finally, Liu Ping'an was dragged into Yan Bugui's room and treated with good tea and cigarettes. This made him a little uncomfortable. Was this still the old Yan he knew back then?

Something is wrong, very wrong. You need to be alert and not fall into other people's sugar-coated bullets. Let's see what Yan Bugui is going to do.

After that, the two of them drank tea and chatted. Yan Bugui, now retired. Time passed unknowingly, and in the afternoon, Yan Bugui turned on the TV in his home and played the news.

The news programs at this time are still quite interesting. Unlike later, when the TV was upgraded to a large flat-panel color TV and the picture quality was improved, the ratings were ruined.

I heard that many TV stations rely on the rent of TV buildings to pay their employees. I can only say that they deserve it, and they killed themselves.

"By the way, Uncle Third, are you still a teacher at Red Star Primary School?"

"Hey, I retired a long time ago. Now I'm at home, doing nothing."

Haha, you are not idle now. In recent years, your business of dealing in home appliances has been booming. However, Yan Bugui also believes in not putting all his eggs in one basket.

Although he was one of the top shareholders in Siheyuan, Yan Laokou still saved up a considerable fortune, which he deposited in his savings account, just in case.

After all, the businesses that I do are all shady. If I fall into the river one day, I won’t be drowned all of a sudden.

"Then you must be over 60 this year?" At present, the legal retirement age is 55 for men and 80 for women. For those born after , add three more years.

"Hey, you're not 60 at all. After this year, you'll be ." Yan Bugui clenched his left hand, made a gesture of seven, and shook it in front of Liu Ping'an.

"What about you? Are you still working at the gas station in the western suburbs?"

"Are you the factory director or the secretary? How come I haven't heard of you in these years? If you hadn't come back to see me today, I would have thought..."

"What do you think happened to me?"

"Ahem, nothing, nothing. By the way, are you still working at the gas station in the western suburbs?"

"No, I was transferred a long time ago. I'm currently working in a cultural center near here, holding a sinecure."

"Hey, why were you suddenly transferred to the Qingshui government office? I remember that after the gas stove factory and gas station in the western suburbs were restructured and merged, there was no news of you."

"Tell me the truth, uncle. Did you offend someone at work and get framed by them? Did you end up being transferred to such a remote place?"

"Okay, my Third Uncle, please stop making random suspicions. It's my bad luck. When the two factories were restructured, I suddenly fell seriously ill. Now, I have been transferred to the Cultural Center to recuperate."

"Hey, who are you kidding? You've been training for almost ten years? Why haven't the higher-ups re-employed you?" Yan Bugui said with certainty.

"Back then, you offended the people at the gas station in the western suburbs badly. And you also offended Li Huaide from the steel mill. My Jie Cheng suffered a lot from Director Li's bullying in the third purchasing department during those years."

No, wasn't it you, Li Huaide, who chose me to leave the steel mill? Do you blame me?

However, competitors are all naked enemies. In those years, I did seize a lot of market share of steel mills. In the end, it was Li Huaide who came to me to make peace, and then the two companies focused on developing new customers.

Just as the two were about to continue chatting, they heard the third aunt say, "Old man, it's time to eat, clear the table."

Liu Pingan looked up at the sky outside and found that it was already gray. The sun had long gone. So, he took this opportunity to stand up and said, "Then you eat here first, I won't disturb you."

"We've been chatting for so long, it's time for me to go home and eat."

"Hey, don't worry! Let's just stay at my house tonight. We haven't seen each other for such a long time. We can just eat at my house."

Yan Bugui was a little unusually enthusiastic today. First he invited me to their home as a guest, and now he invited me to dinner, which made Liu Ping'an feel a little unnatural. This was not the Yan Bugui he remembered.

In fact, it was in recent years that Yan Bugui made a lot of money from speculation and spent lavishly.

This time, I asked Liu Pingan to ask what the specific process is for doing the formal business of reselling TV sets. Liu Pingan, after all, is a physical person, so he must know something. If this business can be put in the open, even if the customs and taxation take a cut, I will tolerate it. If you always do these shady things, sooner or later something will happen.

My right eyelid has been twitching non-stop these past few days. I didn't sleep well last night.

Yan Bugui, now an old man in his late 70s, was able to think of this, which was quite good. It was a pity that this old man was born in the wrong era and chose the wrong major.