"It's so depressing to talk to you. Anyway, you have no plans to buy a house in Nanyou City?" Luo Yingtao was so angry that she threw her phone away, turned around and ignored Jiang Nanmu.
At that time, her brother from her natal family fell ill and had no one to take care of him. The men who admired her avoided her as if she were the plague god. Only Jiang Nanmu readily agreed to help her take care of her brother. She could see that he had a good conscience, a gentle temper, and an honest and reliable character, so she was willing to marry him.
A few years after their marriage, their lives were still stagnant. Jiang Nanmu was content with receiving a salary of several thousand yuan every month. She was not getting rich but she would not starve to death. However, most of her classmates bought houses and lived a happy life, especially Si Mingda and Wang Mudan, whose economic conditions were beyond their reach. How could she not feel unbalanced?
"Okay, don't be angry. How about I ask my friends if I can find some part-time job? We can find a solution together. I also want to buy a house." Seeing that his wife was angry, Jiang Nanmu also panicked and hurriedly coaxed her in a low voice.
Although Luo Yingtao looked down on Jiang Nanmu, she couldn't bear to hurt him when she thought about how he took care of his brother. She turned around and comforted her husband: "Sure, you can ask someone to see if you can take on some part-time maintenance work to earn some extra money. A monthly income of more than 10,000 yuan is not bad. Next, I will try my best to develop more customers and strive to reach more than 30,000 yuan per month. We can pay the down payment next year. Even for our son's future, you must have confidence. We must buy a house in Nanyou City."
In fact, Luo Yingtao did not tell Jiang Nanmu all the things. Through the contact during this period, she knew very well how wide Simingda's social circle was. As long as she made good use of his personal connections, she would not have to worry about not being able to attract more clients. In fact, in addition to helping her find clients, Simingda would privately transfer nearly several thousand yuan to her every month in the name of pocket money. For her, it didn't matter whether the money was glorious or not, as long as it eased her financial pressure, it was fine. It was because she had more sources of income that she couldn't wait to buy a house.
"Okay, let's wait and see how much savings we can have next year. Do everything within your means. After all, buying a house in Nanyou City is no joke. Don't work too hard. Your health is important." Jiang Nanmu said with concern.
"I know my limits, don't worry."
"Okay, go to bed early. Staying up late is bad for your health."
"Well, you should get some rest too."
After a while, Jiang Nanmu seemed to remember something and said, "A few days ago, a colleague of mine took a client to a farmhouse in the suburbs for dinner. He said he saw you having dinner with a guest there. In order not to affect your business, he didn't say hello to you."
"Oh, really?" Jiang Nanmu asked casually, but unexpectedly scared away Luo Yingtao's sleepiness.
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