The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

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Eight hundred thousand a year is already a very favorable price for a shop in this location, but Cheng Huan still can't afford it.

During this period of time, her business has been very good, but she only saved a hundred thousand yuan, which is still far from the transfer fee, not to mention that in addition to the decoration fee, the store decoration is also expensive.

Cheng Huan was a little lost, why couldn't he pass through earlier? She regretted it in her heart, and said to the person on the other end of the phone: I'm sorry, I don't have enough money now, so...

It's okay, I'm not in a hurry here. The other side still smiled: It's not too late to find me after you have saved enough money.

It is estimated that your contract will expire before I have saved enough money, Cheng Huan sighed inwardly, and thanked him anyway.

Hanging up the phone, the blood in Cheng Huan's heart drained completely. No matter how good the shop is, it's useless. If you don't have money, everything is useless.

She was not in a good mood, and she was not in the mood to continue shopping. After Xing Xing finished eating the cake, she took him back.

Xing Xing is quite concerned about the store. He is a sensible and filial child. He heard that moving the store will save him from being so tired, so he asks how he is doing almost every day.

Cheng Huan only said that it was not done yet.

After she went back that day, she asked the agency to help her to pay attention. The area doesn’t need to be too big, and the location doesn’t need to be so good. The main thing is, the rent should not exceed 50,000 a year.

The intermediary promised very well, but they couldn't find a transfer in a while, so they just asked her to wait.

This time, instead of waiting to come to the store, another news came.

What did you say? Cheng Huan slowed down again and again, still unable to calmly deal with the news he just learned: Demolition?

Yes, Ping'an Village is going to be demolished. The person on the other end of the phone said a bunch of terms, and then said to her: If you think it's okay, come back sometime. It happens that the house is being measured over there. If you don't like it, forget it. It's...

He thought for a while, and added: The price given this time is very suitable, if you miss it next time, it may not be so good.

Cheng Huan responded and said that he would go back when he was free.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Huan still couldn't react.

The person who called just now was the director of the street in Ping'an Village, saying that the house there was going to be demolished.

Ping'an Village is the house where the original owner lived. It is a factory dormitory built in the last century. It was originally allocated to the original owner's grandparents. After the grandparents passed away, they had no other relatives, so the house fell to the original owner.

Although he knew that the house belonged to the original owner in name, Cheng Huan never thought of it.

Firstly, the land in Ping'an Village is scarce and the price is high, and it seems to be a well-known nail house in the city. Everyone seems to think that it is impossible for anyone to tear it down in a short time; secondly, because of some special regulations in the last century, that The side house has no property rights and cannot be inherited as an inheritance.

That is to say, as long as the original resident dies, the house will be automatically nationalized. It has nothing to do with Cheng Huan, and she has no reason to say anything if the developer directly demolishes it.

Cheng Huan didn't think that the developer didn't know about this matter. Businessmen valued profits, and they could save millions of demolition funds by eliminating one family. How could someone refuse such a good thing?

Mom, what's the matter with you? Xing Xing had already looked at her mother several times, but she was still motionless. The little guy was a little worried, so he dropped the toy at hand, ran to Cheng Huan and asked cautiously.

Cheng Huan came back to his senses, glanced at the stars beside him, frowned and said, A pie has fallen from the sky.

Where is it? Xingxing knew that the pie was edible. He looked around but couldn't find it. Finally, he looked up at the sky, but there was still nothing, so he said to Cheng Huan with some disappointment: Mom, I didn't see it. .”

Even though Cheng Huan was in a complicated mood now, she was still amused by the little guy's performance. She smiled and pinched Xing Xing's little face: It's not a pie.

What is that? Xingxing didn't understand.

Cheng Huan murmured: This is a description, it means a good thing, and a pie in the sky means that a good thing has happened to you.

Oh, that's it. Xingxing suddenly realized, and then he didn't understand again: Why is mother unhappy?

Mom is not unhappy. Anyone who is told that there are millions more out of thin air will not be unhappy, but Cheng Huan just feels unreal and flustered.

I always feel that things seem to be going too smoothly. If I want to change the storefront, there will be a store with such a good location and a low price. If there is no money, there will be news of demolition.

Although Cheng Huan has read the novel, the original novel mainly talks about the love story of the hero and heroine, and doesn't focus much on the female supporting roles. The original owner just appeared at a banquet as the mistress of a rich man. She didn't know Has the original owner ever encountered demolition?

There should be some... Cheng Huan thought uncertainly: Otherwise, according to the original owner's previous appearance, it would not be easy to pick up a rich man.

Although the rich man is short, fat and bald.

Xing Xing was held in her arms, and she raised her small hand to touch the center of her mother's brow.

Cheng Huan frowned when he was thinking, and he used some strength to smooth out the wrinkles between his brows, looked into her eyes and said, Then mom, don't frown, it's not pretty anymore.

Cheng Huan smiled, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and cheered up again. She took Xing Xing's little hand, and kissed his palm: Okay, don't frown, baby, you play here by yourself, and mother will cook lunch for you.

Mom, let's do it together! Xingxing followed behind and shouted.

Since making mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xingxing has become very interested in cooking, and whenever he has time, he will come to the kitchen to help.

He doesn't know anything, he says he's helping but he's making trouble, but he still feels good about himself.

Cheng Huan couldn't bear to hurt his confidence, so she could only agree. She moved a low stool for Xing Xing and handed him a vegetable: Xing Xing will wash this vegetable and it will be fine. The rest of the mother will come.

Okay! Xing Xing turned to the green vegetable. The vegetable was bought from the vegetable farmer in the morning, and the vegetable grown by the farmer himself is very fresh.

Standing on the stool, Xing Xing broke off half a vegetable leaf and put it under the faucet. He did it carefully, washing it inside and out several times. It's a lump, and the skin doesn't know where it went.

After sending his son away, Cheng Huan quickly washed rice and cooked rice, fried shrimp with asparagus, steamed a small bowl of eggs, and fried vegetables.

When she put the green vegetables on the plate, she turned her head and saw that the star's vegetable hadn't been washed yet.

A whole small green vegetable delivered to him has been disintegrated and turned into sections as long as the knuckles. Xing Xing will tear off the two layers of film when washing, and the washed vegetable is completely devoid of vitality. Neatly placed by the pool, it seems that it has no other purpose except to be thrown away as garbage.

Cheng Huan sighed helplessly, secretly hoping that Xing Xing's interest in the kitchen would fade away soon. She brought the dishes to the table and turned to call Xing Xing.

Mom, wait a minute. Xingxing didn't even raise his head, I'll wash it right away.

Cheng Huan walked up behind him, hugged the little guy down and put him on the ground, then raised his hand to turn off the faucet.

Xing Xing was taken aback, looked up at her blankly, and Cheng Huan poked him on the forehead: I have all the meals ready.

Ah... Xing Xing looked at the last bit of rotten cabbage in his hand, and then turned around to look at the dining table. After thinking about it, he raised his hand and handed the cabbage to Cheng Huan: Then mom will make this tonight.

Okay. Cheng Huan rubbed the things in the palm of his hand, patted Xing Xing's head and let him go to the table to finish.

Xing Xing trotted out, Cheng Huan turned around, gathered the vegetables by the pool into his hands, and threw them into the trash can together.

Then he took out the bowl from the cupboard, filled two bowls of rice and took it out.

After dinner, Cheng Huan was going back to Ping'an Village to have a look.

She also thought about it clearly, she has no power or power, and there is really no need for others to plot against her, maybe she thinks a few million is a huge sum of money, and other developers don't even care about it.

Because he heard that part of Ping'an Village had been demolished, Cheng Huan felt that the place was not safe, so he didn't plan to take Xingxing with him.

She entrusted the little guy to the neighbor next door, took care of it and went out.

Before going out, Xing Xing kept waving at her, telling her mother to come back early, and waited until the elevator door was closed before the little guy was led back by the neighbor aunt unwillingly.

Cheng Huanchuan has been here for more than two months, and only stayed in Ping'an Village for a few days. When she left, the place was still lively. Now when she comes back, half of the front tube building has been demolished, the steel bars are exposed, and the ground is scattered. With bricks, it looks very desolate.

The demolition office set up by the developer was in Ping'an Village. Cheng Huan asked someone to find out the location, knocked on the door and walked in.

There were quite a few people in the temporary office, and it was noisy. She waited for a long time, and finally waited for a group of people to leave before walking to the desk.

The staff here are quite enthusiastic. After asking where she lived, they introduced to her the compensation conditions for the demolition.

Before the compensation conditions, the director of the street told her almost once, and they were divided into two situations: asking for a house or asking for money.

If you want a house, the resettlement house is in the suburbs of the city, which belongs to the urban area under development. According to the standard of one exchange for three, that is, one square meter of tube building can be exchanged for three square meters of commercial housing in the suburbs; The surrounding market prices are not much different.

This demolition subsidy is not unreasonable. Most of the demolition households agreed very happily. Occasionally, some almost wanted to ask for more money, and the developer didn't care. Do whatever you want.

Cheng Huan couldn't be more satisfied with this condition, and agreed almost every time he thought about it.

Afterwards, things are simpler, register the household registration, measure the house, sign for confirmation, and leave with the money.

Cheng Huan originally thought that the house would be sixty square meters at most, but when he measured it, he somehow got seventy-five square meters. Based on the calculation of 51,000 square meters, Cheng Huan received 375 compensations. She signed it, walked out of the demolition office with the check, and returned to the rented house, looking like sleepwalking the whole time.

When the elevator arrived at the floor, Cheng Huan opened the door with the key, and only after correcting the keyhole several times, she stood at the door, looking at the familiar decorations in the house, and woke up in a daze.

She took out the flat check from her bag, checked the amount on it several times, and finally showed a disbelieving expression on her face.

She got the money now? Three hundred and seventy five? It took only three hours from departure to return!

Cheng Huan looked down at the number on the check again, and let out a long sigh of relief.

This efficiency is too high!