Shang Yiming and the other man didn't have to do anything. When the people in the compound found out that he was moving in a TV, they immediately came forward enthusiastically and helped him install the electrical wiring and power cord.
The sound of the TV had been playing in the courtyard for less than ten minutes, and the number of neighbors carrying their bowls and passing by the doors and windows of their house increased five or six times.
The windowsill was filled with the heads of the little kids from the yard bobbing around.
have to.
The two had no choice but to move the TV into the yard. Before they could call out, the neighbors came running over with benches and stools.
As the owners of the house, Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong were somewhat out of tune with the residents in the Prince Gong Mansion compound, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yumin and the other two who had taken over the mansion quickly integrated into this environment.
With the support of his future brother-in-law, Shang Yiming's business has been going very smoothly recently.
He hasn't been to the black market for more than a month.
On this day, he and Zhang Yumin had just come out of the Prince Gong Mansion compound, preparing to meet up with Zhang Hongcheng and his wife to have dinner at Lao Mo. Not long after they started walking, they were stopped by someone.
Shang Yiming knew this person, who used to frequently trade old items on the black market.
I usually get along well with him.
But he was lucky enough to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts after the college entrance examination this year.
"Erhei, why are you here? What do you want to talk to me about?"
Erhei, with an anxious look on his face, grabbed Shang Yiming as if he had found a treasure.
"Hey my brother, please do me a favor today! Okay?"
"What's going on? You even called my brother!"
Erhei slapped his thigh, looking a bit regretful.
It turned out that two days ago he had made a big promise to his professor, promising to help the professor find four or five students to help him.
As a result, he forgot about it and only remembered it today and hurried to his friend's house to gather people. It turned out that his friend went to Tianjin...
"Help out? What exactly does that mean?"
Erhei looked around vigilantly.
"It's a part-time job at our Academy of Fine Arts."
"What?"
"Helping with the maintenance of the Forbidden City, painting and matching colors, etc..."
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