Yu Xiangwen has long hair, but not to the point of being long and flowing. It's only because mainland men's hair is too short that Ge Lanzhi would bring it up. She said Yu Xiangwen is handsome and his clothes and style are very classy. However, Ge Lanzhi's praise was not to the point and was exaggerated, which made Yu Xiangwen very uncomfortable.
Chu Yu felt really negative, so she introduced Ge Lanzhi to him:
"Aunt Lanzhi, this is Xiaolong, and this is Xiaoyu."
Longcheng: ? ? ?
Yu Xiangwen: ? ? ?
After arriving in the mainland, the two big shots' seniority dropped again and again, directly from big shots to juniors? But Chu Yu had a joking and teasing expression on her face, leaving the two of them unable to find a reason to say anything to her.
Ge Lanzhi held a bunch of keys in her hand. "Xiao Long, Xiao Yu, right? Don't worry, Chu Yu's friends are my friends. Auntie will definitely pick out a suitable house for you today! Auntie has one more question: do you two have wives?"
Both of them shook their heads.
Do you have a girlfriend?
He shook his head again.
Ge Lanzhi looked knowing. "Look at him, so handsome but no girlfriend, no wife. What does that mean? It means he didn't buy the right house! He didn't buy the right house! Let me tell you, for men getting married, to put it bluntly, it's like buying a pig and looking at its pen. You need to have a house to attract girls! If you want to find a good girl like Chu Yu, you need to buy more houses!"
Chu Yu couldn't take it anymore. "Alright, Aunt Lanzhi, you can't pressure people to find partners just because you're selling a house! You're not running a matchmaking agency! Alright, hurry up and take them to see the house!"
Ge Lanzhi then opened the door and went in with a smile on her face.
Ge Lanzhi has good houses, but she won't put them on the market. Instead, she'll let Chu Yu choose first. Chu Yu is rich and can pay in cash, and Ge Lanzhi likes customers like that.
The courtyard houses she showed them this time were the best, very close to the square, large in size, and near the subway. They were truly scarce resources; once they were sold, they were gone forever!
Chu Yu thought it was good, mainly because of its good location. Even if the house had some flaws, she could accept it. After all, houses in this location are not always readily available, and people who own such houses have money and are unwilling to sell their assets easily.
Being able to get it at all is already considered lucky.
"So? Do you think it's good?" Chu Yu asked the two big shots.
The courtyard houses in Beijing are very antique. Don't be fooled by Yu Xiangwen's status as a big shot in Xinyi City. He has a good eye for things. Having seen Western-style architecture and decoration in Hong Kong, he finds Western things unappealing and tacky. The truly good things are still the traditional Chinese style.
Chinese things are all expensive, whether it's a courtyard house, furniture, or antique vases, they can't be bought with money.
Yu Xiangwen likes it quite a bit.
Longcheng is like a cow chewing on a peony, indifferent to everything. He doesn't understand Chinese or Western styles, and he doesn't care about the quality of his living quarters. All he cares about are his twin swords, his kung fu, his muscles, whether his underlings work hard, and whether they are secretly involved in the drug trade behind his back!
As for the house, he really didn't care. If he liked to enjoy life, he would have bought a luxury house in Hong Kong long ago. Why would he still live in a two-bedroom apartment in Kowloon City?
When it comes to buying a house, Yu Xiangwen said he would buy it if he agreed.
Chu Yu asked Ge Lanzhi to negotiate the price, intending to buy the two houses.
These days, many people who sell their courtyard houses do so in order to go abroad and live a better life. They plan to sell their houses at a high price and buy a villa in the United States, where they can live with their own land and sky.
In the past two years, the price of courtyard houses has soared. A courtyard house in this area costs more than 300,000 yuan, but Chu Yu didn't even blink and bought it with a wave of his hand.
Of course, the names written were Long Cheng and Yu Xiangwen.
The two big shots sensed her boldness. Chu Yu was not the kind of girl they would normally encounter. She lived a very structured and methodical life. She had never been involved in gangs. She was a good student in the traditional sense.
In a sense, she was incredibly tolerant. She neither feared, judged, despised, nor approved of Sun Yee City. She was like a fair observer, able to realize that for Hong Kong City and Sun Yee City, Lung Shing becoming the boss of Sun Yee City was only good and not bad.
She may not agree with the principles of Sun Yee Shing, nor with the use of violence to suppress violence, but she knows that everything is a product of history and society. Under the rule of the British Hong Kong government, it was not an easy task for these people to survive in the cracks and manage their territory according to their own rules.
Yu Xiangwen smiled, his hands in his pockets, "Then I'll accept it."
Chu Yu waved her hand, "Take it! Just think of me if you have any money in the future."
Longcheng wasn't happy to hear that. "You woman, I was finally moved, and before I even shed a tear, you're already talking about money! You're so materialistic."
Chu Yu chuckled, "Want me to give you a handkerchief to wipe your tears?"
"No! Men bleed, they don't cry!"
Chu Yu then shouted out his slogan: "Boss Long, from now on, if anyone asks you what kind of gang you're in, just loudly and forcefully say, 'I'm in the Chinese socialist path!'"
Long Cheng was taken aback, feeling that Chu Yu was being sarcastic. However, after visiting the mainland several times, Long Cheng could clearly sense that the mainland was soaring. Although its economy was indeed not as good as Hong Kong's at the moment, all industries were booming and the mainland was thriving.
With the mainland also having a demographic dividend, if things continue like this, it will surely take off in less than 30 years!
But thirty years later, he was almost sixty!
Longcheng felt inexplicably sad; people in their line of work didn't know how many more years they could live.
Chu Yu gave him a suggestion: he should continue to be both politically correct and professionally competent, so that with the protection of a national bigwig, he could successfully extricate himself from the situation, clean up his act, and fulfill his historical mission as a gang leader.
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