Ying Han glanced towards the living room and saw that it had already taken shape.
"The size you gave me before was a bit close to the stairs, and I couldn't find you, so I moved it here. Do you think it's okay?" said Master Han.
Ying Han nodded and said, "The masters are all veterans with a lot of experience. If there are things I don't do right, you can do it your way."
"As long as you agree, that's all. We were thinking that if you didn't agree, we'd have to tear it down and rebuild it."
"Master Han, I'm going to buy tiles tomorrow."
"Remember to buy the stove as well, otherwise we won't be able to leave any space." said Master Wang.
"OK."
Before leaving, Ying Han gave Master Han fifty yuan.
Odd jobs like this don't have any contracts or anything like that, and there are huge hidden dangers.
Nowadays, every household doesn’t know how to decorate their home, so they don’t have this concept.
The next morning, Ying Han went to the Second Ring Road and visited several places selling tiles, but he didn't find anything he liked.
Nowadays, all tiles have flowers on them, with various flowers and patterns.
However, Ying Han found a terrazzo shop that sold it for a relatively high price of fifty cents per square meter, but he still bought it despite the high price.
I found one that was dense, dark gray with a little white, without any other colors.
What surprised her most was that she found a place selling mosaics and small tiles, the kind that were 10 by 20.
Small tiles cost 5 cents each.
The mosaic is too small, so it is weighed by kilogram, 5 cents per kilogram.
Ying Han didn't know how much to buy, so he asked the boss to send him two bags, which weighed just over 100 kilograms. He bought the pure yellow color with some red mixed in.
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