Old Wang squinted his eyes and saw Director Wang personally handing the pen to Old Zhao.

Several staff members immediately gathered around, serving tea and cigarettes, making it very lively.

Director Wang held up the agreement signed by Lao Zhao and showed it to everyone. He even raised his voice and spoke some nice words in a very enthusiastic tone.

"Boss Zhao is indeed a businessman, he has good vision!

Xiao Zhang, quickly register Boss Zhao. Boss Zhao is the first to sign the contract. So, I will give Boss Zhao another benefit and give him the priority to choose a house!

These words were so powerful that they instantly brought the atmosphere to another level!

Several "enthusiastic people" who had been arranged in advance immediately took the lead in applauding and cheering to liven up the atmosphere.

Under their leadership, some people came forward to sign one after another.

The crowd became even more agitated.

Several neighbors gathered together and whispered, "Old Zhao is a very smart guy. He signed it, so it must be right..."

"Eight square meters, one more room!"

Several old neighbors gathered together and whispered, "Old Zhao is always smart. He signed it, so it must be correct..."

"It's eight more square meters, so I can create an extra small room..."

There were also a few "enthusiastic people" in the crowd who were fanning the flames.

An old lady suddenly shouted: "Oh, I don't want to chat with you anymore!"

Then he trotted onto the stage and said, "Director Wang, I want to sign too. Please give me the square!"

Director Wang smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. "Oh, don't worry, Auntie. I will definitely give you the extra eight square meters!"

"Brother Wang, what are you still hesitating about?"

After signing, Old Zhao came over, smelling faintly of alcohol. "I just heard from Director Wang that there are only a few spots left for this discount!"

Director Wang also came over at the right time and said in a low voice: "Comrade Lao Wang, Lao Zhao is right!

There are only five places left for this discount. If you sign today, I can help you get a priority chance to choose a house.

Old Wang's palms were sweating as he clenched them. He always felt that Director Wang's smile was very fake. This was too much of a coincidence!

While Old Wang was still hesitating!

"Dad, how about..." Wang Cheng whispered beside him, "Should we sign it too?"

Xiao Zhang on the stage suddenly announced loudly: "Attention folks! Hurry if you're interested! The offer ends at 10:00 AM!"

Director Wang immediately responded: "That's right, the financial allocation is limited, first come, first served!"

He looked at his watch and said, "It's already past nine..."

Old Wang gritted his teeth and slammed his pipe on the table: "Sign!"

The signing process went extremely smoothly.

Director Wang personally used a red pen to change the area of ​​Old Wang’s new house from 88 square meters to 96 square meters.

After Old Wang finished pressing his fingerprints, Director Wang's smile deepened: "Comrade Old Wang is really straightforward! Now you can just wait to move into your new home!"

After signing the agreement, Old Wang returned home with the compensation agreement that belonged to his family and was stamped with the street office seal.

I always feel a heaviness in my chest and feel uneasy.

He squatted on the doorstep and smoked his pipe.

His son Wang Cheng came over and asked, "Dad, our family can get an extra eight square meters this time. That's a good thing. Why are you still so sad?"

Aunt Cai, who was picking soybeans, overheard the noise, the winnowing basket clattering against her knees. "If you ask me, your father can't bear to leave this old house."

She picked up a worm-eaten bean and flicked it out the door. "Every brick and tile here is what your grandfather and his family would have made back then!"

She also understood why the old man was like this. It was because he had too many memories here!

Old Wang didn't respond. He took a puff of his cigarette and squinted his eyes as he said, "Chengzi, you're young and don't understand."

How could he be feeling sad? It was just that this matter made him very uneasy!

He always felt something was weird, but he couldn't put his finger on it!

"Hey, it's already signed anyway." Wang Cheng scratched the back of his head, his palm itching from his newly cut hair. "We're finally catching up on a good policy this time."

Old Wang shook his head, but didn't say anything more!

Old Wang lay on the hard bed, tossing and turning, and the bamboo mat under him squeaked from the friction.

Fortunately, I finally thought of a half-solution in the second half of the night and fell into a deep sleep!

At noon the next day, the sun was at its hottest.

Old Wang was carrying some bulk sorghum liquor he had just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative. The bottle was wrapped in old newspaper and stuffed into his yellow cloth jacket that had been washed so much that it looked bleached.

He deliberately took a long detour, stepping on his own shadow, to go to Lao Zhao's house, for fear of being seen.

Ivy has just sprouted on the newly built brick wall of Old Zhao's courtyard.

Old Wang stomped his feet at the door, and the yellow soil on the soles of his cloth shoes fell down.

Just knocked on the door and walked in!

The radio in the courtyard was playing Shan Tianfang's storytelling of "Three Heroes and Five Gallants". It was at the part where Zhan Zhao visited Chongxiao Tower at night.

"Old Zhao! Is Old Zhao at home?" Old Wang shouted at the top of his voice as he walked.

Old Zhao, wearing plastic slippers and sweat stains on his sweatshirt, ran out from the inner room and asked, "Oh my god, the sun is rising from the west? How did Brother Wang find time to come over?"

Old Wang raised the bottle and said, "The other day, I brought back some good wine from my daughter's county. It's 60% Kaoliang Red."

He deliberately shook the bottle, making the liquid inside make an alluring sound. "Since we haven't talked for a long time, I came to have a couple of drinks with you!"

Old Zhao's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked everyone to sit down.

Under the grape trellis was a peeling, lacquered wooden table with a few peanut shells stuck on it.

Old Wang sat down, took out a pack of "Da Qianmen" from his pocket, and handed one to Old Zhao first.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!