Chen Jing has excellent interpersonal skills. With him going out to find properties and having funds on hand, he should be able to buy one or two shops!
However, getting Chen Jing to work willingly is a bit hard on his back.
She rubbed her sore lower back, put on her clothes, squeezed some toothpaste onto her plate, grabbed her water glass and toothbrush, and went out the door.
Outside the kitchen door, a small stove was still burning, hot water was bubbling in a small pot, and two large meat buns, a bowl of cooked noodles, and half a bowl of sauce were steaming on a steamer rack.
Two children came out of the house and couldn't help but swallow hard when they saw the meat buns in her hands.
Good morning, Auntie.
Good morning, kids!
Ji Xia smiled at the two children and handed them a meat bun: "Here, share it between the two of you?"
"No need to give them to them, you can eat it yourself."
Lin's wife, who had just stepped out of the room, quickly stopped him, and the little boy hesitated, glancing at his mother.
Big meat buns—even though they live in the city, their parents rarely buy them.
"Sister-in-law, don't be so polite, it's just one steamed bun."
"That's your breakfast."
Aunt Lin chuckled awkwardly, and Ji Xia casually stuffed the meat bun into the little boy's hand: "There's another one, it won't hurt."
Sister-in-law Lin smiled gratefully at her, her eyes filled with a complex emotion.
Ji Xia poured some hot water to brush her teeth, and asked indistinctly, "Sister-in-law Lin, can you sew clothes?"
"Yes, I will."
Sister Lin nodded, then thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to make clothes? If you have any clothes to make, I can help you."
The young couple had only been living there for a short time, but they were kind-hearted and generous, often giving the children candy and cookies. Mrs. Lin appreciated their kindness, and when she heard about making clothes, she readily agreed.
Ji Xia smiled upon hearing this: "Okay, if you need anything, just ask Sister Lin for help."
Sister-in-law Lin smiled and agreed, not taking it to heart.
As Ji Xia brushed her teeth, she pondered how well her neighbor could sew. She wondered if she could cut patterns. Since she was unemployed, she often looked for handicrafts to do.
After washing her face, she put away her toothbrush and water cup, and carried the noodles, sauce, and meat buns back to her room.
After breakfast, Ji Xia pondered for a while in the room before finally leaving with her small backpack.
She first went to the Rong family to find Rong Ruoshi and asked her to go out together.
Rong Ruoshi was at home studying. She had just finished her professional exam, but she couldn't concentrate on reading the books in front of her.
When she heard that Ji Xia wanted to borrow books from the library to study, she immediately agreed.
The college entrance examination is in early July, which is at the end of March, leaving less than 100 days.
After leaving the Rong family residence, Rong Ruoshi asked, "How did the exam go yesterday? Were you confident?"
Ji Xia shook her head: "I don't know, I'm a little worried."
"What are you worried about? There are only a dozen or so applicants for the fashion design program. You have a good foundation, so you should be able to do well."
"The problem is that the school only enrolled eight students in the fashion design department."
Ji Xia smiled wryly. A few days before the exam, Rong Xiaorou heard that the fashion design major would only admit eight students, and she was stunned when she heard that.
When she submitted the work of the dozen or so students who signed up, she also paid attention to their work and felt that her own level was not particularly advantageous.
The art academy admits students based on their ranking, selecting the top eight, and then considering their academic scores.
If a student ranks within the top eight in their major but lacks sufficient cultural knowledge points, then the ninth-ranked student will be included in the list.
Therefore, Ji Xia thought it over and over, and since she couldn't guarantee her ranking, she decided to rely on her cultural score.
She didn't even have time to visit tourist attractions; in the time before going home, she decided to visit the library every day.
Rong Ruoshi applied to study oil painting, so the competition was even fiercer for her. After hearing her words, he immediately abandoned his desire to relax.
"Okay, with you by my side, I'll go to the library every day. If I can't concentrate, remember to encourage me!"
Ji Xia made a gesture: "OK! Leave it to me."
The Beijing Library was definitely the largest library Ji Xia had ever seen, with rows of two-meter-high bookshelves, neatly categorized and arranged.
Meanwhile, at a row of tables by the window in the library, several students were quietly flipping through books.
Ji Xia and Rong Ruoshi registered their names at the front desk. Ji Xia smiled at a serious-looking middle-aged woman and said, "Comrade, I'd like to review some high school material for the college entrance exam. Do you have any recommendations? I need help with Chinese, math, English, politics, and physics."
The middle-aged woman glanced at her indifferently, casually handed her a list of books, flipped through a few pages, and then pointed: "This row is for college entrance exam review, figure it out yourself!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Xia smiled and thanked her, then copied down the titles of dozens of books in her notebook and went to the bookshelf to find the books according to the instructions.
She found five or six books on the bookshelf, but there were a few missing. She marked them and took the six books to the front desk to register them.
A little while later, Rong Xiaorou also came out carrying two books. The two found an empty spot in the corner, sat down and studied seriously, then took notes.
In the quiet environment of a library, filled with the scent of books, it is indeed easier to get into a learning state.
Ji Xia was worried that she wouldn't be able to calm down, but she quickly immersed herself in the world of books.
For several days in a row, Ji Xia and Rong Ruoshi went to the library at nine o'clock in the morning and left at five o'clock in the evening.
To save time, Ji Xia specially bought some snacks and put them in her backpack. Every day at noon, she would walk out of the library for twenty minutes, eat some snacks and drink some cold water.
Fortunately, the weather was gradually warming up by then, so drinking cold water wasn't a problem.
Chen Jing, on the other hand, went out every day to gather information and even asked a group of his underlings for help.
Because the second batch of goods had not yet arrived, the younger men were very proactive, and news came quickly after three or four days.
A few days later, Ji Xia returned home and saw Chen Jing coming out of the room with a happy face. He waved to her excitedly when he saw her.
"I've got something good for you."
Chen Jing waved the dark red notebook in his hand, and Ji Xia's eyes lit up.
He rushed back to his room: "What good stuff? You found a place to stay?"
"Of course, not only did we find a shop, we also got a four-courtyard house."
Chen Jing chuckled excitedly in a low voice, showing her the property deed in his hand: "That kid Wang Yuan is quite capable; he found me one."
"And the housing management office, I gave that guy who handles certificates a red envelope and asked him to let me know if there were any good houses or shops. Look, without me saying a word, he got me two shops in Xiushui Street and Dongdan. He also told me about this four-courtyard house."
Upon hearing this, Ji Xia felt a surge of excitement. She took the property certificate and looked at it. The courtyard house was located in Jinyu Hutong, with four courtyards and an area of 1,186 square meters.
Shop 1: No. 32 Xiushui Street, facing the street, with an area of 58 square meters.
Shop 2, No. 86 Xiushui Street, at the corner of the intersection, with a backyard, three bedrooms and one living room, area: 123 square meters.
Shop 3, No. 176 Xidan Market, a small two-story building with an area of 87 square meters.
Chen Jing smiled smugly and said, "Guess how much the three shops cost?"
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