Guoyun Hotel was Fu Junmo's first investment. At the beginning, he just wanted to help Zhang Jun and gave all the money he had saved to Zhang Jun.

The total amount was 20,000 yuan, but Zhang Jun unexpectedly gave him a 20% share.

The restaurant has been open for two years, and unexpectedly the business is getting better and better.

From January before the New Year to the end of March, Zhang Jun gave him 13,000 yuan.

Thirteen thousand was undoubtedly a huge sum of money in an era when people's wages were still only a few dozen yuan.

Fu Junmo counted out ten thousand and threw it to Zhang Jun, "I'll build a building for you."

Zhang Jun said with a grin, "Hey, aren't you afraid that I'll make you lose all your money?"

Fu Junmo glanced at him and stood up, "Let's go." When he was about to turn around, he sat back down and picked up the phone on the table to make a call.

"Hello, it's me, Fu Junmo."

"Yes, 52 Chang'an Avenue, 3 pm, installing a telephone."

After hanging up the phone, he made another call.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm Jun Mo."

"Well, are you free right now? I'd like to come over."

"good."

After hanging up the phone and turning to leave, Zhang Jun hurriedly asked, "Professor Zhao? Zhao Yantang from the Department of Ancient Architecture at Peking University?"

Fu Junmo: "Hmm, what's the problem?"

Zhang Jun clicked his tongue curiously. "Tsk tsk, the Fourth Master is indeed the Fourth Master. How do you know Zhao Yantang?"

He asked this question just because the phone number seemed familiar to him.

Thinking back, he had come to the door and asked for help several times, but the other party ignored him at all.

Fu Junmo glanced at him sideways, "What do you want to do?"

"Hehe, I bought a courtyard house, but it's too run-down, so I thought of asking Mr. Zhao to fix it up."

As Fu Junmo walked out, he said, "I'll ask some of his students if they have time."

Zhang Jun grinned and said attentively, "Okay, Fourth Master, take care."

Being able to invite Zhao Yantang's students is much better than others.

Fu Junmo drove quickly all the way, and when he arrived at Professor Zhao's house, Professor Zhao was already waiting there.

"Heh! You little brat, why do you have time to come to me today? What's the matter?"

"Help me build a house next to the west gate of Peking University."

Professor Zhao asked curiously, "Whose? Yours?"

It's really rare to find this brat to do something.

Fu Junmo curled his lips, a smile flashing in his eyes, "My wife's."

"What?"

"You, wife? When did you get married?"

Zhao Yantang stood up from the rattan chair in shock.

Fu Junmo smiled slightly and said, "Yesterday, I'll call you when we have the wedding banquet in two days."

Zhao Yantang was still a little shocked. This brat had so many problems, how could he suddenly get married?

"Whose girl is this?"

"The younger sister of my dad's orderly, Qian Jianjun."

Zhao Yantang thought about it, but couldn't remember who it was. "Where is she from? Did your parents force you to marry her?"

After all, for so many years, the Fu couple had been forcing Fu Junmo to get married every day, and they had almost looked at all the girls in the capital.

Fu Junmo sat down on the chair, his expression indifferent but with a hint of pride, "I married her of my own accord."

"Beida West Gate, No. 36, the former Summer Palace Subdistrict Office. My wife wants to open a hot pot restaurant."

Zhao Yantang was stunned. "Hot pot restaurant?" He then said with a look of deep sorrow. "Such a nice house, why open a hot pot restaurant? Wouldn't that be a waste of the house?"

"Houses are meant to be used. Why not put them away?"

"That, that can't happen...open a hot pot restaurant!"

How nice it would be to open a bookstore, something related to study, right next to Peking University?

However, although Zhao Yantang was familiar with Fu Junmo, he didn't say anything. Everyone has their own ambitions, not to mention that it was his wife's.

"What does your wife do?"

"student."

Zhao Yantang's legs went weak and he almost slipped. He pointed at him in disbelief and said, "Student? You..." Finally, he sat down on the rattan chair helplessly and asked, "Which school are you from?"

Maybe he can still take care of you a little.

"I'm about to take the college entrance exam. How about you help me find some teachers?"

Zhao Yantang was so frightened that he started coughing repeatedly, "Cough cough cough——"

“You, you…”