"Ah Qing, I asked Uncle Youfu, and he said that if you want to build a house, you can build it on the existing foundation."

"However, you have to apply for a permit to build from the township government. Otherwise, it will be considered an illegal building and will be forcibly demolished, and you may even be held accountable."

"When you have time, go there. Bring your household registration book and the land certificate from your hometown. Go back to the village and ask Uncle Youfu to write a note and stamp it. Then go to the township government to get a certificate."

The message was sent by Uncle Xiaolong, and it was about the house building that Su Qing had mentioned before.

The Uncle Youfu he was talking about was the village chief of Sujia Village, who was of the same generation as Su Qing's grandfather.

During the last Ghost Festival, Su Qing went back to his hometown in the countryside and saw the dilapidated house.

While feeling a little sad, he came up with the idea of ​​rebuilding a new house.

Su Qing is not a saint without desires; he also has joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

According to the rural custom in Jiangyou, people who make money working outside will return to their hometown to build a new house.

Even so, they only stay there a few times throughout the year.

But you can choose not to live there, but you cannot choose not to build there.

This is a matter of face.

Because we are poor, all we have left is our face.

Su Qing was also poor before and wanted to build a house to gain face, but he had no money.

Now that he is rich, it doesn't cost much to build a house.

He wanted to build a big house to show his fellow villagers that he, Su Qing, had made something of himself.

This is not only to save face for myself, but also to bring honor to my deceased grandparents, parents and parents! "Okay, I'll go back today and get the construction permit first."

Su Qing replied.

"Well, how do you plan to build the house? Do you want to hire people from the village or from outside?"

Su Xiaolong replied quickly and asked.

"I'm going to find a construction company and contract it out. I'm just waiting for the inspection."

Su Qing knew that when building a house in the countryside, most people only hired workers, but not the materials.

Although this can save money, it is too inefficient and unsightly without design.

Does he lack money? What he lacks is time.

"That would cost a lot of money. I remember the brothers Shi Min and Shi Wen next door built two houses two years ago. They spent more than 1.2 million yuan on the two houses."

"They only provided the labor but not the materials, and the decoration was done very well, so they spent so much money."

"If it's just a simple renovation, three or four hundred thousand yuan is enough for a house."

"You figure it out yourself. If you don't have enough money, don't try to be brave. Got it?"

Su Xiaolong didn’t know how much money his cousin had made, but since he dared to say that he was building a house, it must be hundreds of thousands.

"Thank you Uncle Xiaolong for the reminder. I will do what I can."

Su Qing nodded, knowing Uncle Xiaolong's good intentions.

Young people are very concerned about their reputation, and he was afraid that Su Qing would try to show off.

But Su Qing was no longer at the age where he could do anything without thinking when his blood boiled.

Not to mention the more than 2.6 million in cash in the card, there is also a ton of gold in the portable space.

It's just enough to build a house.

"Okay, as long as you know what's going on, I won't say any more."

"By the way, Ah Qing, are you selling your paintings?"

Su Xiaolong hesitated for a moment and asked about the painting.

"Hmm? Selling paintings? Who wants to buy them?"

Su Qing's heart moved. His cousin Su Zihan had mentioned this matter last time, but he did not agree.

It was quiet for a while, but I didn't expect it to come back again.

"It's Wang Jingui, the richest man in Linjiang. Didn't Zi Han post a video on TikTok last time? Many people asked about it."

"This Wang Jingui asked several times, and when he found out that you were from our county and found out about our uncle-nephew relationship, he came to me."

"He calls me every now and then. He wants you to help him draw a picture on the spot."

"Price is not a problem. You can name your price."

Su Xiaolong smiled bitterly and explained the whole story.

Wang Jingui? A figure appeared in Su Qing's mind. He had heard of this person's name before.

He was a poor guy before he became rich. He started out by contracting construction sites and his business grew bigger and bigger.

It is said that those who used to be involved in gangs had connections in both the black and white worlds, which is why they were able to get so far.

He now owns a construction company, a catering company, and a transportation company, and his net worth has reached tens of billions.

By the way, the house that Su Qing bought in Xiangshan Tingyu Community was developed by a company under his name.

"Wang Jingui? Tell him my phone number and ask him to come find me."

Su Qing frowned. He didn't take Wang Jingui seriously, but he just didn't want to let Uncle Xiaolong get into trouble.

This man was famous for his cruelty and ruthlessness. He had a large number of thugs and everyone in the county knew him.

It was only in recent years that he cleaned up his name and turned into a star private entrepreneur in the county.

Uncle Xiaolong is just an ordinary rural teacher and can't afford to offend such a person.

But Su Qing didn't take this man seriously. If he made him angry, he would...

"Okay, be careful, this guy is not easy to mess with."

"It's okay to draw a picture for him. It's a waste if you don't make money."

Su Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief, but was afraid that he would act on impulse, so he tried to persuade him.

"Well, I know my limits, Uncle Xiaolong, don't worry."

Su Qing readily agreed so as not to make Uncle Xiaolong worry.

After the conversation ended, Su Qing sighed. Has the trouble in reality finally come?

To be honest, this period of peaceful life made him feel unreal.

After the protagonists in novels become successful, various villains usually pop up to stir up trouble.

He had said before that he had never encountered a brainless villain.

I never thought it would come.

'I hope he's not a brainless villain. I just want to live a peaceful life and don't want to fight or kill.'

With a sigh, Su Qing found the household registration book and the real estate certificate of his hometown in his portable space.

I looked at the date and time, Wednesday, September 6, 2:28 p.m.

"Let's go back to the village and ask the village chief to issue a note first."

Su Qing went downstairs and went to the supermarket outside the community and bought ten packs of Huazi cigarettes and ten bottles of Moutai.

When asking someone to do something for you, it’s better to be polite.

Whether others accept it or not is one thing, whether you can behave like a human being is another.

He drove back to his hometown, carrying two packs of cigarettes and two bottles of wine, and found the home of the village chief Su Youfu.

"Grandpa Youfu, how are you these days?"

According to seniority, Su Youfu and Su Qing's grandfather Su Jianguo are cousins, so Su Qing has to call him grandpa.

"You are Ah Qing, the little boy from Xiaojun's family? Not bad, you drive a Mercedes-Benz."

Su Youfu looked at Su Qing, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, then looked at the car outside the door and gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you for the compliment from Grandpa Youfu. I just want to make a living."

"I want to tear down my old house and rebuild it. I would like to ask Grandpa Youfu to help me. Could you please write me a note?"

Su Qing shook his head, explained his purpose after some politeness, and handed over the cigarettes and alcohol.

"Oh? That's a good thing. Come on, come on, follow me to the brigade and I'll open it for you."

Su Youfu took the cigarettes and alcohol, smiled happily, and took Su Qing away.

"Okay, thank you, Grandpa Youfu."

Su Qing followed and quickly wrote the approval note and stamped it with the brigade's official seal.

“Love has a heart.”

At this time, the phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number.

I joined the author group yesterday and met a lot of big guys.

I heard that today is Monday, the day for PK Sanjiang, so I can ask for a follow-up reading! Thank you everyone!

(End of this chapter)