"Xiao Zhou, this is Qiu Mingjun, the eldest son of the old lady on the sixth floor."

When Zhou Yi heard the other party's identity, his eyes moved. He looked at the opposite side, who seemed a little dazed, as if he did not expect to meet himself here with Uncle Wang.

But he was a middle-aged man after all, so he quickly extended his hand and said, "It's Xiao Zhou. Oh, I've always heard your parents talk about you. When I saw you before, you were still very young..."

Zhou Yi also smiled and said, "Uncle Qiu."

"Okay, Xiao Zhou, you're able to gain a foothold in Jingzhou now. That's great. You young people should go out and explore more."

The two sides exchanged greetings and sat down with smiles on their faces.

They chatted about all kinds of family matters, as if they had a particularly close relationship.

Zhou Yi remembers that when he was young, he was very dissatisfied with the other party's parents always chatting with friends and neighbors about family matters, and felt that there was nothing good to talk about.

Every time I go to someone else's house, I feel very unhappy because there are a bunch of adults chatting there. I think it will definitely not be like this in the future.

But now he suddenly realized that he was chatting more familiarly, even though strictly speaking this was the first time the two parties had met.

Maybe it wasn't the first time, but we definitely had never spoken before.

During the conversation, Zhou Yi also learned that Uncle Qiu lived on the other side of Lincheng, and this was the house where the elderly lived.

Zhou Yi could probably guess why this person came to see Uncle Wang. After all, as Uncle Wang said, on weekdays, no one would come to the house of an old man like him.

It’s just that if you don’t tell me, I won’t tell you either, and I won’t leave.

At least we can have a meal together at Uncle Wang’s house today!

Qiu Mingjun really didn't expect Zhou Yi to be here. He came here today just to talk to Uncle Wang and wait a day or two to sign the consent form.

As for Zhou Yi's house on the first floor, Qiu Mingjun was worried because Zhou Yi's mother had mentioned before how to deal with the problems of noise and light blocking.

How to deal with it? What can be done? This old community is not just renovating this side. What else can be done? Just pay the money.

It’s so easy to copy homework. We just need to do what others do.

But, if only it were that simple.

Everything sounds fine when you talk about it, but when it comes to money, and it’s not a small amount, then you need to think carefully about it.

Now, seeing that Zhou Yi was not leaving, Qiu Mingjun didn't know what to do.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Uncle Wang said, "Mingjun, what brings you here today?"

Qiu Mingjun couldn't lie. What should he say? Should he say, "Uncle Wang, I have nothing to do today, so I came to see you?"

Are you kidding? You won't come here once in your lifetime, and then you say you're here to see someone, but you don't have anything in your hands. How can you call this seeing someone?

So there was no other way, Qiu Mingjun could only say: "Uncle Wang, the main reason I came here today is to talk to you about the elevator."

"It's just right, Xiao Zhou is here too, so I don't have to go to your house later, haha..."

Uncle Qiu was laughing, and of course Mr. Zhou was laughing along. That's right, just say what's on your mind, why be so depressed?

"Uncle Wang, and Xiao Zhou, we've already completed the preliminary planning for this elevator. I'm currently..."

Qiu Mingjun was interrupted by Zhou Yi just when he was halfway through his words.

"Uncle Qiu, what elevator?"

"Ah? Xiao Zhou, you don't know? Didn't your parents tell you?"

Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "Don't ask. I won't tell you even if you ask."

Uncle Wang's eyes were wide open, and he suddenly felt that Zhou Yi, whom he had watched grow up since he was a child, was not what he had imagined.

"That's right. Our community is an old one, with six floors and no elevator. Look at all the elderly people living upstairs. They can't go downstairs many times a year."

"You know, old people need to walk around the yard more often. Staying at home all the time can cause problems."

"It just so happens that the government is now subsidizing the renovation of old residential communities. We were thinking about installing an elevator ourselves."

"That way, all the elderly people upstairs can come downstairs at will."

Hearing this, Zhou Yi nodded seriously and said, "That's a good thing, Uncle Qiu. Elderly people should go downstairs more often."

Seeing Zhou Yi's expression, Qiu Mingjun suddenly felt relieved.

So he continued, "Now our preliminary plan is basically complete. I came here today to talk to Uncle Wang, and yes, Xiao Zhou and your family."

"In a day or two, we'll be able to sign that consent form."

"Don't worry, Xiao Zhou. The cost of installing this elevator, aside from the government subsidy, will be covered by the families living above us. You don't have to spend a penny."

Qiu Mingjun's face was flushed and he looked very generous.

Hearing this, Zhou Yi looked at Uncle Wang and then asked with some doubt: "Uncle Qiu, is it going to be repaired now?"

"Yes, as long as the consent form is signed, the construction company will be able to move in."

Zhou Yi hesitated a bit and asked, "But Uncle Qiu, where should we build our elevator? Should we build it outside the unit door?"

Qiu Mingjun nodded and said, "Yes, it can only be repaired there."

"But Uncle Qiu, if we build it there, it will block our living room and Uncle Wang's living room!"

"Then the lighting in the living room will be very poor, and the elevator will be very noisy. Have these problems been solved?"

Zhou Yi expressed his problem.

He is not acting. In fact, is it a good thing to renovate old communities and install elevators? Of course it is!

Zhou Yi is not that stubborn.

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