"Sister, you want to sell the house?" Cheng Zhenbao was shocked.
"Sister, how much growth has the house achieved? Killing is not popular nowadays. Is there something you need money for urgently?" Cheng Zhenzhu asked her elder sister.
"No. I just felt that the price had gone up a lot, and I could make money by selling it, so I sold it. Why are you guys so excited? Could it go up even more?" Thinking of this possibility, Cheng Zhenyu became less calm.
Comrade Tan Mianhua was also a little uneasy. She had heard from the big boss that the house she bought two years ago had recently increased in value and that she could make a fortune if she sold it. Now, from what the second boss was saying, such a huge increase was actually only a small one?
If that's the case, then she shouldn't sell the old house yet. She'll just hold on to it for a while and then wait until next year to take the college entrance exam...
"Anyway, I think there is a lot of room for development. Just like you said, big sister, the streets and alleys here have developed, so there is no need to worry about it not getting better in the future. There will definitely be more people living in the city, and housing is a basic need... Big sister, if you are not in a hurry to use the money, I don't recommend you sell the house." Cheng Zhenzhu analyzed to her big sister.
"But some people say..." Cheng Zhenyu hesitated.
"Big sister, do you trust Second Sister or someone else?" Cheng Zhenbao felt that she firmly trusted Second Sister. "It was Second Sister who suggested we buy the house. It was Second Sister who also suggested Sanni's grandparents move out..."
"Then listen to my eldest sister! Let's not sell the house for now." Cheng Zhenyu didn't hesitate at all. Could her eldest sister still harm her?
After the topic of the house was over, Cheng Zhenyu couldn't help but ask about the promotion.
Cheng Zhenzhu's answer remained the same. She'd already decided to leave from Sanshi Island after National Day.
But there was one thing she still didn't understand. Why did all these people come today? And each of them had several flyers in their hands!
Even though she had sent out a lot of flyers, some of the handwriting on them didn't look like the second one, the third one, or even the one on Xiaohuzi. So where did these flyers come from?
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"Peng Chengfan, today's work has been written and distributed. When can we go to your house to do experiments again? The school always turns off the lights at a certain time, which is very inconvenient..." Kuang, a new student majoring in physics in the dormitory, asked expectantly.
This student, Kuang, is a passionate experimenter. Every day, after class, he's obsessed with experimenting. After doing a few experiments at his good roommate's house, he's become even more obsessed.
"Tomorrow. There is only one class tomorrow afternoon. I'll treat you to dinner then. Thank you for helping me distribute flyers these days..." Ever since his mother left, San Tiao felt that it would be too inefficient for just him and his mother to write and distribute flyers, so he mobilized the people in the dormitory to help.
The prerequisite for helping is to lend them a place to conduct experiments.
Although San Tiao has his own schedule, he understands those who enjoy doing experiments. He, too, enjoys doing experiments. Even if he fails, he's happy, and when he succeeds, he's even happier.
He's been thinking recently, if only he could help his mother make something that can print words on its own, it could print whatever words he wants, in as many copies as he wants, so his mother wouldn't have to work so hard...
"There's dinner, so I won't be polite! Peng Chengfan, can I have the crab sauce you gave us last time?" Zheng, another classmate from Northeast China, said happily in the dormitory.
"Sure." San Tiao nodded. He wasn't stingy about it. His mother had brought him a lot of snacks and perishable vegetables, and he still had plenty.
Everyone in the dormitory began to rub their hands together in anticipation of the next day. As soon as class was over the next afternoon, they began to let loose, grabbing their weapons and rushing out of the school gate with their classmate Peng Chengfan in tow.
They said that Peng Chengfan couldn't be so lazy all the time. Life depends on movement! And when it comes to experiments, every second counts!
...Arriving at the large house near the school, the nine people in the dormitory immediately took their places. Sanjo found a spot close to his bed, thinking that if he got tired, he could rest for a while.
Sanjo opened the book, searched the catalog, looking for what he needed, and wrote it down one by one.
"Peng Chengfan, why are you always flipping through the book? Is there something you don't understand? Let's discuss it together." Kuang was stuck in his experimental ideas, and when he saw that his strong competitor was flipping through the book, he became excited.
"I want to make something that doesn't require handwriting. If what is written on the computer can be transferred directly to paper through something, I can have as much as I want..." The school has computers, and Sanjo has seen them and is particularly impressed by this great invention.
He has read quite a few books now, and he thinks it would be nice if he could make something for his mother.
Upon hearing San Tiao's idea, several students in the room were immediately excited. Peng Chengfan's idea is great! It'll free up my hands considerably! If I could connect it to a computer, I'd be able to use it for work in the future...
They were all intelligent people, and after hearing this idea, a lot of things popped up in their minds. However, they were too diverse and chaotic, and they didn't know how to mix all the knowledge they might need together.
"Peng Chengfan, do you have any ideas now?"
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