Chapter 228 The Second Siheyuan

"I haven't decided yet. I'll finish my PhD first."

"Wow, you're a PhD student? That's amazing! I'll have to call you Wen Botu when we meet next time." Fang Mi joked with a smile. Wen Zhile teased back, "Then I'll also change my name to call you Diplomat Fang."

"Okay, okay, I like what you say."

The two chatted all the way and then parted on the third floor.

Fang Mi had already communicated with Taili about her resignation, and she would recommend an outstanding junior student in the same major to replace her.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs already has a precedent of arranging people to train in other units. In the past, they were sent to international radio stations. Now that Channel 4 has been established, there is a new place to go.

The junior schoolmate that Fang Mi introduced this time was a talent that she had selected for the unit, and she had selfish motives in recommending her to come here.

After chatting with Zhang Shuyi, she went to the studio to record the news.

When I got there, Wen Zhile was not there. I searched the room but couldn't find him. I asked my colleague next to me, "Where is Zhile?"

"Zhi Le, she just went out with anchor Bei from the same station."

"Mr. Bei, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Wen Zhile followed Bei Xin to the corridor window.

Bei Xin lowered her voice.

"Xiao Wen, I heard from Changsheng that you were buying a house. I wonder if you are willing to buy my courtyard house? It's the one you went to last time, the second door of Xinghua Hutong."

"If you're willing, I'll sell it to you at a low price."

This is really like the pillow hitting me just as I dozed off.

Wen Zhile made some money from the disco this year and was thinking of buying another courtyard house.

"Okay, I'll buy it."

"But isn't that your parents' inheritance? Why do you suddenly want to sell it?"

Bei Xin's eyes were filled with fatigue: "He's still my ex-husband."

"Ah? Didn't your ex-husband go in?"

"My ex-husband's sister, my ex-sister-in-law."

Bei Xin gets annoyed whenever she mentions this: "She said before that she was filming a TV series and has not been home. She may have returned recently after filming. I heard that her brother and parents were locked up in Xinghua Hutong for several days. When I went back to get clothes for Yuanyuan, she pestered me and bothered me every day."

"I'm going to sell my house, give up the house I rented in Shibei, and take the money to settle down in Shinan."

Wen Zhile felt that it sounded familiar.

Suddenly I remembered that Bei Xin’s ex-husband’s surname was Yuan.

Could it be that her college-student sister-in-law is Yuan Yuyu, the heroine in the play written by Uncle Qin?

Jingzhou is so big, how could such a coincidence happen?

If it really is her, it really proves the old saying that life is like a play.

"Mr. Bei, how much do you want for the Siheyuan?"

Bei Xin had thought of the price in advance: "Sixty thousand."

"Okay." Wen Zhile agreed directly.

Bei Xin's offer was reasonable, so there was no need for her to bargain.

The disco has received a total dividend of 70,000 so far this year, and there is still some left after purchasing the courtyard house. She can buy it directly.

Besides, she had seen that courtyard house before, and its location and area were both very good.

The only bad thing is that host Bei’s ex-husband’s family might cause trouble after they are released from prison.

But Wen Zhile's uncle is the commander and her cousin is the director of the Public Security Bureau, so she is not afraid of rogues coming to her house.

"I'll withdraw the money and bring it to you tomorrow, or you can give me your card number and I'll go to the bank and transfer the money to you. When is a convenient time for you to sign the contract?"

Bei Xin was surprised by her frankness.

As an old employee, she earns 300 yuan a month, and she would have to go without food and drink for 17 years to save up 60,000 yuan.

The little girl didn't even blink!

"Transfer it to the card. I'll go to the bank with you tomorrow. I'll have someone write the contract today and we'll meet tomorrow to sign it."

"Okay."

After agreeing on the time, the two returned to the studio.

Buying a house is the first happy event today, and the second happy event is on the way.

Wen Zhile went to school in the afternoon and met Fang Xue on her way home from school.

He graduated in July and no longer rented her courtyard house, so they hadn't seen each other for a while.

She and Fang Xiuxiu often meet each other.

"Brother Fang."

"Zhi Le, let's chat here."

Fang Xue came specifically to see her.

Wen Zhile pointed in the direction of the East Gate: "I just need to go home, let's talk while we walk."

"Brother Fang, I heard from Sister Xiuxiu that you have recently started a software company. How is the company going?"

"Fortunately, it was a bit difficult at the beginning, but now it is on the right track and profitable."

Wen Zhile said a few words of congratulations: "What do you want to talk to me about? We have known each other for such a long time, and Sister Xiuxiu and I are still good friends. If you have something to say, just tell me directly."

Fang Xue was not the shy person. Since he had come here, it would be too slow for him to hesitate any longer. He stuffed the pile of gifts he had brought over onto Wen Zhile.

"I want to ask you to introduce me to Mr. Tang, the man who opened a disco with you."

"My company needs an investment. I heard that Mr. Tang's family is wealthy in Shanghai, so I want to talk to him."

Wen Zhile listened in surprise and looked at him: "How much investment do you need?"

Fang Xue: “Fifty thousand.”

"How about you talk to me?"

Wen Zhile is optimistic about Fang Xue. As far as she knows, Fang Xue has always been the top student in his major since his sophomore year, and his professional ability is beyond doubt.

Secondly, she is also optimistic about the prospects of the computer industry.

So I immediately went to his company.

After listening to his vision for the future of the computer and software industry and reading the current company's operating statements, I decided to invest.

She tripled her bet to $150,000.

The requirement is to give her one-third of the profits every year.

Fang Xue originally thought that he would have to talk a lot to get investment, but he never expected that Wen Zhile would trust him and his company's development prospects so much.

I am grateful and motivated at the same time.

With this money, he can hire people to write code together! Double the efficiency.

The next day, Wen Zhile transferred 60,000 yuan to Bei Xin for buying a house, and then went to Fang Xue to sign a contract and transferred 150,000 yuan to him.

The 150,000 yuan was paid using the card her grandma gave her.

After a rough calculation, she still had 260,000 yuan in her hands.

Can buy a clue to the real murderer, or buy four houses.

It was five and a half years since she was murdered in her previous life.

…

The next day, Bei Xin asked her to go to the Housing Management Office to complete the transfer procedures.

While the two of them were going to handle the formalities, Changsheng volunteered to take a group of people to clean up the courtyard.

When they returned, the courtyard had been tidied up and all of Bei Xin's things were tied up and placed in the truck at the door.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Wen Zhile smiled and said, "That's good, it saves you trouble."

She also thought that since she didn't live in Xinghua Hutong, Bei Xin could clean up slowly.

Who would have thought Changsheng would be so positive.

Wasn't he being a little too obvious?

Aren’t you afraid that host Bei will find out?

Wen Zhile glanced at Bei Xin secretly.

Seeing that her expression was the same, I couldn't help but observe a few seconds of silence for Changsheng.

It seems that Anchor Bei didn't think about anything else at all.

It was just like what Changsheng's mother, the director, thought when she arranged for Bei Xin to be his partner: Bei Xin was married and was the safest among a bunch of single girls.

Changsheng would never like a married person no matter what.

But it’s good that she can’t see it.

In this way, Changsheng can still interact with her openly as a colleague.

"Zhi Le! We are leaving first."

Changsheng got into the car and opened the passenger door: "Anchor Bei, I'll take you home and lead the way for the truck in front."

Bei Xin has already taken a fancy to a house in Shinan and paid a deposit.

The owner of that place has already cleaned up the house and all that's left is to pay the money and move in.

Bei Xin said goodbye to Wen Zhile, gave her the key, and trotted into the car.

The old wooden door of the courtyard house at the end of the alley creaked open.

Wen Zhile quickly stepped into the yard and closed the door gently.