I pamper the little baby in 80

If you want to buy a house, there is no reason for the seller to give you as much as you want. Yuan Hongjun and the owner of the canteen made some calculations, and the residents around who wanted to sell the house knew it well, and then brought Fan Ze back home.

After finally arriving at Yuan Hongjun's house, Fan Ze held back his words and couldn't help asking: "Brother Yuan, isn't this a new house you just bought? Why do you want to buy another house?"

Yuan Hongjun poured a cup of hot tea for Fan Ze, and smiled.

"You think, there are more and more factories in our place. People in the surrounding rural counties want to go to the big cities to find jobs and find a solid job in the factory. The whole family comes here to eat. If you want to live, this house will naturally be in short supply in the future. I thought, this house has a bright future in the future, and it’s not expensive now. If you have spare money, why not buy a few houses and rent them out? It’s better to buy a few sets if you have an idea.”

The place I looked at today, although it is now a suburb of Shanghai, where there are relatively few people living, everyone wants to go to the city center in a hurry, but Yuan Hongjun can naturally know from the memories of his previous life, and in a few days In the next year, many skyscrapers will be built in that place, and it will become the new commercial center of Shanghai.

Although Yuan Hongjun knew about all the major economic events in later generations, he couldn't tell Fan Ze explicitly, but that was all he said. If the other party wanted to seize the opportunity, that was enough.

Fan Ze had always listened to Yuan Hongjun's words, and he had a kind of superstitious confidence in Yuan Hongjun in his heart, as if what the other party said would be effective. Fan Ze nodded when he heard the words, thinking about his current savings and the nearby people who might sell their houses.

Yuan Hongjun thought about the strange young man and the note he met in the western restaurant today, the smile in his eyes restrained, he stretched out his hand to stroke Fan Ze's hair, and then squeezed his soft earlobe , whispered: "You go home early to have dinner with the old man. Old Liu is at home with the nanny, so the old man will inevitably be lonely."

Fan Ze felt Yuan Hongjun's fiery big hand on his earlobe, and his cheeks turned red bit by bit. He wanted to. He nodded repeatedly, and after sneaking a glance at Yuan Hongjun, he said in a stammering voice: "Brother Yuan, what are we going to do tomorrow?" go?"

"Tomorrow you come over after lunch, and my brother will take you out for roller skating and eating braised mutton."

Seeing the child's blushing cheeks, Yuan Hongjun's heart couldn't help beating wildly, he pinched the back of the other's neck with his big hands uncontrollably, and his voice became hoarse by two minutes.

Over the past year, Yuan Hongjun's palms have become much rougher due to transporting goods back and forth outside. The rough and dry hands, as rough as sandpaper, brushed against Fan Ze's neck, causing goosebumps to form on his face, and his cheeks turned red. Deeper, like a little rabbit being watched by a ferocious beast, he stood up with a groan, stared at his red ears, and stammered, "Okay...well, Brother Yuan, I...I'll gone back."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Yuan Hongjun's reaction, so he ran out. After a few ding ding dong dong slams, Fan Ze had disappeared without a trace.

Yuan Hongjun sat on the spot, kneading his fingers, as if he could still feel the touch on Fan Ze's skin, then he raised his head and laughed.

After laughing, Yuan Hongjun took out the crumpled card from his coat pocket, his eyes gradually became colder.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Yuan Hongjun changed into a black coat, came to the agreed coffee shop with this cigarette in his mouth.

Like western restaurants, coffee shops are extremely rare in this era. Rich people who come and go want to drink here. The bitter coffee shows their status.

After Yuan Hongjun came in, he glanced around with his falcon-like black eyes, and sure enough, he saw the well-dressed young man in the west corner of the coffee shop.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly came to the man with one hand in his pocket, looking down at him, his black eyes full of scrutiny.

"I don't know who you are, why did you specially invite me here?"

Seeing Yuan Hongjun's eyes brighten up, the young man squeezed his fingers a little bit awkwardly, and then smiled faintly, with some fire beating in the depths of his eyes.