45: C45 Twenty Years and Seven Months

C45 Twenty Years and Seven Months

"Seven thousand ping, one hundred and eighty-one years!" Han Gao said the price as if he had already calculated it beforehand.

"1.8 million is too expensive. Mr. Han, I'm very sincere," Wendu still said slowly, intending to keep Han Gao in suspense.

"One million six hundred and fifty thousand. Mr Lu, I am the sincere one." Han Gao stood up and looked at Wendu, and the price dropped by one hundred and fifty thousand yuan a year.

"Mr. Han, I plan to rent it for 20 years" Wendu squinted as he looked up at Han Gao.

"One million and five hundred thousand. This is the lowest price in my heart." Han Gao pressed his hands on the table, the veins on his neck bulged and his face turned red as he stared straight at Wendu.

"Mr. Han, where's the contract?" Wendu did not want to push his luck and agreed to the price.

"Waiter, come in for a moment." When the waiter came in, "find me a pen and two sheets of white paper, thank you." Han Gao became very polite again and even thanked the waiter.

The contract was handwritten, two copies, simple. There was no problem with letting Elder Sister Qiqi see that, so Wendu signed.

After transferring the money to Han Gao, Han Gao said, "Brother Lu, keep this key properly. I will send someone to deliver the real estate certificate to Miss Pan's house. I still have something to do, so I'll be going first." Han Gao was in a hurry. It seemed like he really had something on and was in a hurry to leave.

"Ai, Mr. Han doesn't want to wait for the money to arrive before leaving?" Wendu sat on the chair and teased.

"Mr Lu, I'm really sorry. I'll definitely apologize next time when I'm done." Han Gao was truly worried. With that, he turned and walked away.

"Mr. Han!" Wendu called out to Han Gao.

After a pause, he continued, "If it's about treatment, you can come to me if necessary. I'm staying at Da Qiqi's house right now." Wendu shouted.

"Thank you, Brother Lu!" With that, Han Gao walked out of the room.

"Elder Sister Qiqi, let's eat. After we're done eating, we'll go back and take a look." Wendu turned around and said to Pan Qiqi. He was in a good mood, even though he had spent thirty million.

Wendu suddenly thought, "I really don't have much money left."

Ye Zichen looked at the message on his phone. There was still 10,240,000 yuan. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: money really isn't spent.

After dinner, Wendu and Da Qiqi went to the rented factory district together.

The factory was very big. After all, there were seven thousand square meters. Before this breeding ground, it should have been used to raise cattle. Each and every cow shed was now very desolate.

"How are you going to build it?" Elder Sister Qiqi asked Wendu.

"I still don't have any ideas. I'll go back and draw a rough plan." Wendu answered.

And driving home again. "An Qing? You didn't go out to play? " Wendu was very surprised to see An Qing in the living room.

"No, you're not accompanying us. You actually went out with someone else?" An Qing pouted and complained, her eyes never leaving the TV set.

"Uh, little sister An Qing, don't talk nonsense. That wasn't a date, it was a serious matter. Do you know that was the basis for brother's development?" Wendu knew An Qing was joking with her to tease her.

"Bullsh * t, it's just a date." An Qing shifted her glasses onto Wendu this time.

"Alright, alright. An Qing, I have something to ask you." Wendu suddenly remembered something and became serious.

"What is it?" An Qing also stopped arguing. She was serious.

"Can you drive?" Wendu asked.

"Aiyo, it's just this matter. It can't be, what's the matter?" An Qing started to tease him again.

"You won't just let this matter go? "I'm just drunk too." Wendu was helpless: why did I have to find such a funny girlfriend?

"Let me tell you, I was planning to buy a car, but I realized that none of them will drive." Wendu continued to tell An Qing.1

An Qing looked at Wendu, "You don't know it either?"

Wendu was embarrassed. How could a man not be able to? "A little."

An Qing said, "What do you mean a little?"

Wendu: "It's just that I don't know much about it."

"No, no. Not really." An Qing looked at Wendu with disdain.

When Wendu saw that look, he was displeased. "You make it sound like you know how to do it."

"You don't even know how to make it small?" An Qing looked at Xiaoxiao and asked.

"I won't either, but I can learn it." Little Fiction was very straightforward. He made a fist gesture with his hand, and was even a little excited.

"Why don't we find a driver?" Wendu suggested.

"If you want me to say it, then just poach Brother Dalin and Elder Brother Xiaolin." An Qing crossed her arms. Her words were very domineering and straightforward.

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