lucky star

"I'm almost cured. The doctor said I'm healing very quickly." Tang Ping took a sip of the soup. It was neither salty nor bland, and the taste was so good that he couldn't help but take a few more sips.

"That's good." Tang Que let go of half of his heart, he was worried about Tang Ping's sequelae.

The two of them didn't speak any more after that. Tang Ping finished the soup. When Tang Que helped him pack up as usual and was about to leave, Tang Ping hesitated and stopped him, "Wait."

"What's the matter?" Tang Que turned around in surprise, seeing Tang Ping had something to say, he simply put the thermos aside, sat down, and said patiently, "Tell me, what's the matter?" According to him, Tang Ping It's not good for Ping to stay at home for so long. Now that he has finally recovered, he probably wants to ask him to find a job, but he can't hold back.

Tang Ping pursed his lips, did not meet Tang Que's eyes, and said flatly, "I want to sell the house here."

Tang Que was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that there was something wrong with his ears, and it took him a long time to recover his voice, "You, you want to sell the house here?"

"Yeah." Now that Tang Ping had made up his mind, his words became more relaxed, "My friend found a way to make money, but I don't have enough capital, so I plan to sell the house."

Tang Que was silent.He originally focused on saving money, thinking that if one day Tang Ping gets married and needs to change his house, he will give him some sponsorship, but Tang Ping will sell the house when he comes back, and he still can't accept this reason.

"Is that friend of yours reliable?" After thinking for a long time, Tang Que asked cautiously, "What if the investment goes to waste..."

"At least it's more reliable than you." Tang Ping curled his lips. He couldn't see Tang Que the most. Who can make money these days by working like an old scalper? Making money doesn't depend on physical strength, but on In terms of contacts and brains, "You can't do anything if you work on the construction site for a lifetime."

"Don't worry, I'll buy a new house in three months, and I won't lose money." Tang Ping rarely said a lot of words, "Besides, I don't monopolize the money from selling this house, and I will definitely give you some."

"That's not what I meant." Tang Que smiled wryly. He really wanted to stop Tang Ping, but he had already made up his mind. If he didn't agree, he didn't know what he would say.

"It's fine if you don't mean it." Tang Ping was afraid that Tang Que would stop him, and he became happy when he let go, "After all, you are also my father's son. This house can sell for about 50 yuan. I'll be more straightforward and share it with you." 15."

Tang Que shook his head, almost couldn't stay any longer, wanted to say that he didn't want any money, but thought of Ah Fu and Chen Mei, it didn't matter if he didn't have a place to live, he couldn't let them wander with him.

"I'll go back and think about it, and also look at the current market price." Tang Que's voice was exhausted like never before, "Although our house is a bit old, but the location is good, the structure and lighting are all first-class, don't worry. Don't sell it cheap."

"I know." Maybe it was due to Tang Que's promise, Tang Ping's attitude was exceptionally good today, and his tone was relaxed, "Don't forget that I'm a finance student, so I'm sure I'll sell it for a good price."

"Then I'll go first." Tang Que picked up the thermos, and the moment he opened the door, he couldn't help but look back at the dining room, where his father's tablet was respectfully placed.

Dad, Ah Ping has grown up and has his own ideas, so I can't control him anymore.This brother of mine can only do so much.

"Do you want to move?" Ah Fu asked with a sad face when he heard that his home was about to disappear, "Where do we live, Dad?"

Chen Mei wrote big characters calmly, one stroke at a time. The calligraphy teacher in the kindergarten told him that he was calm and asked him to practice calligraphy, "It doesn't matter where Uncle Tang goes."

"Even if you don't want the money yourself, you still have to think about Ah Fu and Chen Mei." Yue Xiangnan persuaded him while browsing the tablet, "Their money for kindergarten is a lot of money now, and you still have to rent a house , when they go to elementary school, they will spend more money.”

"I know too." Tang Que hugged the big pillow on the sofa sullenly, "I will definitely take the money, save it for Ah Fu and Chen Mei, it's best to save it for two years, and buy a small house to live in." In this way, Ah Fu and Chen Mei can still settle with him in the future.

Yue Xiangnan shook his head. With his little salary, he still wants to buy a house with two children?Disaster!Unless there is a real pie in the sky.Speaking of pies, Yue Xiangnan couldn't help but glanced at Ah Fu who was lying on the ground playing, he always felt that since this kid came to his house, their luck was always too good.

"When Ah Fu grows up a bit, Dad will definitely be able to buy a big house." Ah Fu straightened up and looked at Tang Que innocently, "Ah Fu's good luck will increase more and more."

"Stupid." Chen Mei uttered a word softly, and continued to write big characters with concentration.

Tang Que didn't realize the meaning of Ah Fu's words at all, but was amused by him and smiled contentedly, "Well, when Ah Fu grows up, I will change to a new house, a big one."

As expected of an optimistic father and son, Yue Xiangnan turned his head unbearably, couldn't they have a sense of crisis?

After the two father and son played for a while, Ah Fu cried out that he was sleepy. Tang Que picked him up and went upstairs to take him to sleep.Chen Mei put down her pen, looked at the large characters written today, and shook her head, still dissatisfied.

"Not bad." Yue Xiangnan walked behind him at some point and nodded, "At your age, it's very good to have this level at the beginning of learning."

Chen Mei didn't continue, but instead asked, "Uncle Yue has contributed a lot to Tang Ping's matter." The tone was affirmative, not interrogative.

Yue Xiangnan was startled for a moment, then patted his shoulder, pinched his nose affectionately, and said with emotion, "Sure enough, you are much better than that pair of idiot father and son."

The real one is Uncle Yue.Chen Mei pouted, sure enough, Jiang is still old and hot, and he still has a lot to learn.

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Little Theater [-]—Painful Feelings:

"Dad, I don't want to leave Dad!" Ah Fu cried heartbreakingly, but the middle-aged woman still carried him into the car mercilessly.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many days. We will take Chen Mei and Ah Fu away." The bald middle-aged man held Tang Que's hand tightly and smiled lewdly.

Tang Que looked at the direction of the car with tears in his eyes, Ah Fu~

Small Theater II - Domineering Chapter:

"Want to take someone away? It's not that easy!" Yue Xiangnan smiled coldly, "You say you are the biological parents of Ah Fu and Chen Mei? What proof do you have?"

"We have DNA proof!" Fang Zheng said.

"I can make twenty of those things in a day." Yue Xiangnan waved his hands dismissively, "Hurry up, Xiao Cai, call the security guard!"

Small Theater III - Mythology;

Well, in fact, Ah Fu and Chen Mei are gods in the sky, and then...they disappeared, there is no more, this article is successfully concluded, oh yes!

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"The price is still low." Tang Ping hesitated for a moment, then discussed in a low voice, "Let's raise it a bit more. The prices for houses similar to mine on the Internet are more than 50."

"I know that this price is a bit lower than the normal price." The intermediary pushed his black glasses to help him analyze, "But it will be difficult for you to sell in a hurry, and the price will inevitably be a bit lower."

"That customer doesn't want to increase the price?" Tang Ping was in a terrible heartache. His friends called him several times to urge him to send the money over quickly. You know, one day late will lose one day of profit.

"40, no price increase. If you want, I can get him to come and sign the agreement right away." The person in the intermediary company was very firm. "The client said, you can sell it if you want it, and forget it if you don't want it."

Tang Ping was still hesitating. He felt that his house could be sold for at least 50 yuan, but since he listed it the day before yesterday, this was the only customer who was interested.

"Don't hesitate, aren't you anxious to wait for the money to invest? You can earn back this little money in a short time." The intermediary staff wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face was not very good-looking, "You see, you have decided earlier Are you all happy?"

"But..." Just as Tang Ping was about to say something, the cell phone in his pocket rang again without losing the opportunity, and a friend's impatient words urging him came from it.

After dealing with his friends, Tang Ping finally made up his mind. He stuffed the mobile phone into his pocket casually, nodded heavily, "Okay, I'll sell it, and you ask that customer to go through the formalities with me."

The intermediary let out a long breath, and said with a smile, "That's right, if you don't go to the old one, you won't come to the new one. You can change to a small villa in two months."

"I'd like to borrow your good words." Tang Ping smiled slightly, and clenched his hands unconsciously. As long as he makes this money, he can become a rich man.

After the agent negotiated with Tang Ping about the time to sign the contract, he walked out of Tang Ping's house, looked back, saw that no one was paying attention to him, took off his glasses, hid in a black car by the road, took out his mobile phone, Report to the boss in a brisk tone.

"He has already agreed to sell. Yes, the contract will be signed soon. Don't worry, the ship will definitely not capsize in the gutter." The intermediary, whose face was unexpectedly handsome after taking off the black glasses, turned on the air conditioner, Stirring the collar desperately, "I, Xiao Cai, have been your secretary for so many years, when did something happen?"

"Well, let's leave it at that. Okay, I understand. I will never show my words to anyone." Xiao Cai hung up the phone with a wry smile. Is there such an unlucky secretary as him these days?It's not enough to do daily work, you have to have good acting skills at critical moments, and you have to pretend to be whatever you want.

But Manager Yue was so kind to that always smiling Tang Gong, and even kindly helped him buy the house.Xiao Cai started the car while thinking, and sure enough luck couldn't stop it.