Cheng Fusheng's eyes sparkled as he smiled and said, "If Comrade Gu's appearance is considered ordinary, then there are no beautiful women in this world!"

Niu Zhuang's eyes widened in surprise. When did his boss actually praise someone?

What kind of magic does Gu Qinghuan have?

Mr. Yang smiled slightly. He saw the man's determination to win from his cousin's eyes. It's good to be young!

Gu Qinghuan smiled awkwardly and dealt with it without saying anything else. She had no interest in discussing her appearance with an unfamiliar stranger here.

In just a few words, the chef had already sliced ​​the duck and served it.

Mr. Yang said, "Eat it while it's hot!"

Niu Zhuang just wanted to go up and grab it, but when he saw the actions of others, he could only put it down awkwardly.

Damn it, I really don't like having meals with these intellectuals, they're so slow.

Gu Qinghuan was worried about Fang's matter, so he just ate a little.

Mr. Yang hadn't tasted the authentic flavor of his hometown for many years. He tasted the food carefully and even burst into tears.

Cheng Fusheng seemed to be eating, but his eyes never left Gu Qinghuan. Seeing that she was not interested, he probably knew what she was thinking.

Mr. Yang took a quick taste and didn't eat too much. The three of them put down their chopsticks and talked about business, leaving only Niu Zhuang enjoying the meal.

"You guys don't want to eat anymore? Then let's get started!"

Cheng Fusheng glared at him unhappily.

"Comrade Gu, the two houses are worth a total of 100,000 yuan. If you agree, we can go and handle it tomorrow." Mr. Yang wiped his hands calmly, and he said 100,000 yuan as if it were ten yuan.

This number almost choked Niu Zhuang. What! One hundred thousand? He thought the two houses would cost at most ten thousand, but he didn't expect it to be one hundred thousand! He couldn't afford it.

Cheng Fusheng was knowledgeable. He glanced at Gu Qinghuan calmly and observed her reaction.

Although Gu Qinghuan had been mentally prepared, he still didn't expect it to be so expensive, much more expensive than an ordinary house.

But think about it and you can understand it.

The shapes of these two houses are based on the royal palaces of the past. Not only are they made of fine materials, but they were also built by skilled craftsmen of the time. Every detail is perfect and ordinary houses are completely incomparable.

Moreover, its function is not only to live in, but also to be viewed and studied. It is a presentation of history and has extraordinary significance.

They look a little run-down now, but once they are restored they will be restored to their former glory.

To be honest, 50,000 yuan a set is really not expensive.

In the future, their value will be estimated in billions, and you may not even come across them.

Because ordinary courtyard houses were not expensive, after buying more than 20 houses, plus the money Liang Zhiqiu gave her, Gu Qinghuan actually still had a little over 100,000 yuan in her pocket, which was more than enough to buy these two houses.

But it's not her style not to haggle over the price.

"Mr. Yang, you seem to be very sincere. Taking two sets at one time will save you a lot of trouble. Can you be more flexible on the price? Lower it a bit?" She said after careful consideration.

Mr. Yang frowned.

He already felt that he had lost money in a fire sale at 100,000 yuan. He actually had many other channels where he could sell it at a higher price.

It was just because his nephew happened to introduce Gu Qinghuan to her, so he came to meet her. After meeting her, he thought the girl was not bad, so he offered a price that was neither too high nor too low, thinking that he was being more respectful.

He was about to say something when Cheng Fusheng spoke before him.

"Uncle, what's the state of your two houses? You have to renovate them from top to bottom after you buy them, and you still have the nerve to charge them a hundred thousand! Fifty thousand yuan is already the maximum!" Cheng Fusheng said this deliberately.

He could see that Gu Qinghuan was determined to get the two houses and just wanted to bargain for the price, so he went along with it and helped her.

Upon hearing this, Gu Qinghuan was instantly grateful to Cheng Fusheng. She couldn't say these words in case Mr. Yang thought she was belittling his ancestral home.

But when these words came out of Cheng Fusheng's mouth, there was no problem.

Mr. Yang glared at Cheng Fusheng.

Stinky, elbow turned.

He was going to use the money from selling the two houses to give to Cheng Fusheng, so who could have stopped him from going with him?

Leaving him some money is the last token of friendship I can show him as an uncle. We are so far apart that it may be difficult for us to see each other again.

He slowly straightened his cuffs and teased him deliberately: "Really? You also said that you would sell these two houses and leave the money to you! Are you sure it's 50,000, not 100,000?"

Cheng Fusheng didn't regret what he had just said, but he was a little surprised. This uncle was so generous, it seemed that he was indeed very rich.

However, he did not regret his decision; going to the United States was impossible.

Gu Qinghuan felt a little embarrassed.

It's so embarrassing that someone helped her with good intentions but ended up harming his own interests.

Seeing that Cheng Fusheng did not fail and was as calm as before, Mr. Yang felt relieved for some reason. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to leave him alone.

"Okay, no kidding. Fifty thousand is definitely out of the question. Since Fusheng interceded for you, I can lower the price to ninety thousand at the lowest. It's up to you to decide whether to do it or not!" Mr. Yang looked at Gu Qinghuan and said.

Gu Qinghuan immediately made the decision: "Yes, Mr. Yang."

Being able to save 10,000 yuan was already good enough, and this was a reduction made by Mr. Yang for Cheng Fusheng's sake. She was very satisfied.

Mr. Yang looked at his watch.

"It's getting late. Old people get tired easily. They can't handle it as well as you young people. Let's go back and rest first.

Wait for me at the Overseas Chinese Hotel at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning."

This is what it means to agree to a deal.

Gu Qinghuan nodded hurriedly: "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

Mr. Yang said meaningfully: "You should thank Fusheng. He lost 10,000 yuan for helping you bargain."

After saying that, he left with a loud laugh.

Niu Zhuang scratched his ears and cheeks and said, "Boss, we've suffered a big loss."

Cheng Fusheng rolled his eyes at him.

You want money for everything. Don't you have legs?

He had no intention of taking money from anyone, as he thought it was more practical to spend the money he earned himself.

Gu Qinghuan was indeed a little embarrassed to face Cheng Fusheng.

Who could have known that this uncle was so generous that he actually gave the money from selling the house to his nephew Cheng Fusheng.

"Um, I'm sorry!"

Although Cheng Fusheng had no intention of accepting the money, he accepted Gu Qinghuan's apology very naturally.

"Comrade Gu, are you just going to send me away with just a simple apology? This is 10,000 yuan, how are you going to compensate me?" he said with interest.

"Well, I'll treat you to dinner next time!" Anyway, it's impossible to give more money.

Cheng Fusheng said readily: "Okay, one meal is not enough, you have to treat me to at least ten meals!"

Gu Qinghuan secretly did some calculations. Even if a meal cost ten yuan, ten meals would cost a hundred yuan, which was much more cost-effective compared to ten thousand yuan.

"Hand it over!" She took out a hundred yuan and slapped it on the table: "Here is a hundred yuan, which should be enough for ten meals."