The old man was so excited that he was afraid that the God of Wealth would run away.
"Okay, okay, okay!" He said okay three times in a row. He really didn't expect that there would be such a sucker.
I bought their three shabby shops for eight thousand yuan, which directly solved the big problem of their factory.
Jiang Manyue said a few more words: "It's a deal, I'll come here to find you tomorrow with the money!"
After coming out of the pickle shop, Wang Baozhu was still in a state of shock.
"Sister, you buy this now?" she asked in disbelief.
"Yeah!" Jiang Manyue nodded calmly, as if what she had just bought was not a shop but cabbage.
"This is 8,000 yuan? Are you going to use it all to buy the shop?"
"Don't worry!" Jiang Manyue comforted her: "It won't be long before you know how valuable this shop is."
"If we buy it now, it will be a great bargain."
Jiang Manyue already has plans for these three shops and will not renovate them after buying them.
After all, she doesn't have any money now, and she can open a clothing store by simply painting the house.
The other two shops are temporarily rented out and can still make some money every month.
She doesn't have enough money now, and she might need to borrow some money to buy the shop.
"Baozhu." She looked at Wang Baozhu with a smile: "How about I give you shares?"
"Shares?" Wang Baozhu asked with a puzzled look on her face: "Sister, what are shares?"
"I just don't have enough money right now, so if you invest a little in this shop, it will be your share."
"Really?" Wang Baozhu was just envious, but when she heard that she could buy shares, she was excited.
She thought for a long time and immediately stretched out her finger: "Well, can I pay a thousand dollars?"
In this way, she can own one eighth of the business, and she will have a share in such a big shop.
"Okay!" Jiang Manyue agreed immediately: "That's settled!"
"You will also be the owner of this shop from now on, let's run it together."
The two sisters were in a good mood and rode home to raise money.
Bai Wanrou had just come out of the hospital, and Ma Xiangyang sent her to the hospital and left her alone.
No one was seen all day, so she had to leave on her own.
Thinking of Bai Dazhuang being put in the detention center, she became anxious and angry.
As soon as I went out, I saw Jiang Manyue coming out of the pickle shop and leaving with Wang Baozhu, talking and laughing.
What was this woman doing here? She looked towards the door of the shop with confusion.
He walked in and tentatively asked, "Uncle, what happened to those two female comrades just now?"
The old man had just hung up the phone and was about to close the door when he saw Bai Wanjudao looking him up and down: "Who are you?"
Bai Wanrou immediately smiled and said, "I am a relative of Comrade Jiang just now. She seems to have forgotten something here."
The old man looked around and didn't see anything, then he suddenly understood.
"I understand. Tell that comrade not to worry. We have agreed not to go back on our word."
"The pickle factory's shop will definitely sell it. The price is 8,000 yuan and there will be no last-minute price increase."
"I'll go back and discuss it with the factory manager. You must sign the contract on time tomorrow."
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Bai Wanrou nodded in astonishment: "Oh, okay, I understand."
She came out of the shop and couldn't believe that Jiang Manyue was so rich.
He actually bought three shops of a pickle factory for 8,000 yuan.
Fortunately, this bitch has already married Ma Xiangyang, so the shop will naturally belong to the Ma family.
Thinking of this, she was in a good mood and hurried back home, only to find that the door could not be opened.
"Who is it?" The man who opened the door was wearing a police uniform and looked at her coldly.
"What's going on? Isn't this my home?" Bai Wanrou was startled and shuddered, thinking she had seen it wrong.
I took another look at the house number and it was indeed correct, but all the furnishings in the house had changed, as had the people in the house.
The man frowned and said in a cold voice: "You are from the Ma family, right? We have already come down to this house and they have already left."
"What?" Bai Wanrou felt as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue. He was gone just as she returned home.
Her heart skipped a beat, she felt something was wrong and quickly turned around and ran away.
When she arrived, Ma Xiangyang and his family had already moved into the house she had just renovated.
"Mom, this house is too small. I don't even have a room."
Ma Hongxia grumbled in dissatisfaction: "How can six of us live in a one-bedroom apartment?"
Ma Xiaojun threw the schoolbag in his hand to the ground: "I don't want it, why do you want me to sleep in the living room?"
"There's not even a TV or an electric fan here, and I want to watch TV."
"Shut up, at least you have a place to live. It's good enough that you don't have to live on the street."
Liu Cuihua cursed: "Xiangyang, this house is too small, hurry up and find a solution."
Ma Xiangyang sat in a wheelchair, his face expressionless as if he had lost his soul.
"Mom, why did you all move in?" Bai Wanrou couldn't help but complain as she saw that the house was already completely occupied.
This is the wedding room she gave to Bai Dazhuang for his wedding. All the furniture and bed are new.
Now my younger brother's wedding hasn't even started yet, but this family has already moved into the new house.
Ma Qingxiang's old Bidden was lying on the marriage bed in the bedroom. The big bed had been turned into a pigsty.
"Xiangyang!" She immediately came to Ma Xiangyang, her eyes red with grievance.
"Didn't you agree at the beginning that this house was for Da Zhuang to use for his wedding?"
Ma Xiangyang finally came back to his senses and couldn't help but frown when he saw Bai Wanrou's expectant eyes.
"Now that Jiang Manyue has sold her house, we have no choice but to move here."
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