Spending money to buy off family ties
Zhao Guomin didn't hear Song Xiaojuan's reply. He turned around and found her tiptoeing towards the bedroom. He touched his back and almost cried out in pain: "Song Xiaojuan, stop right there!"
Song Xiaojuan started running, but unfortunately her legs were too short to outrun him.
Zhao Guomin, relying on his height and strength, subdued Song Xiaojuan with one hand: "Run away after doing the bad thing."
Song Xiaojuan looked back and blinked: "I didn't run away. I came into the house to look for something."
Zhao Guomin chuckled: "Just speak normally and stop pinching your throat."
Song Xiaojuan's face turned red. You can't expect such a straight man to understand romance!
Zhao Guomin frowned: "Why are you blushing?"
Song Xiaojuan: "...I can't hold it in! Just let go."
Zhao Guomin let go of her hand and told her about Zhao Guozhu borrowing money.
"Oh." Song Xiaojuan sat in front of the dressing table and took care of her skin, and her answer was not serious.
Zhao Guomin changed into his pajamas and looked at Song Xiaojuan through the mirror at the headboard: "Can I borrow it?"
Song Xiaojuan: "It's your own money, so you decide for yourself."
"No, then you will say that I don't discuss things with you." President Zhao Guomin learned his lesson.
Song Xiaojuan: "How much do you want to borrow? What do you want to use it for?"
"It's about buying a house."
Song Xiaojuan got on the bed next to him and said, "Jiebei. It's 1995, and the housing prices in Beijing are now over 1,600 yuan, and you can still get a household registration."
Zhao Guomin: "You want to buy now"
Song Xiaojuan: "Of course I bought it now. Before I came here, I worked hard all my life and still couldn't afford a toilet in Beijing. Now that I finally have this opportunity, of course I have to seize it, but..."
Zhao Guomin was not as excited about buying a house as Song Xiaojuan. He was more curious about what Song Xiaojuan wanted to say: "Don't say half the words."
"It's just that I don't have much money. If I buy a house, I'm afraid I won't have enough funds to purchase goods in the future." Song Xiaojuan didn't say that she planned to open a factory.
"I have it, and buying a house is not just your business. Besides, you can get a loan." Zhao Guomin said calmly.
The two of them decided on this matter. After sending the old lady out of the hospital, Zhao Guomin bought two train tickets to Beijing.
In the evening, Li Fengjiang called him and asked him to get together, and Zhao Guomin also brought Song Xiaojuan out.
Qiu Yao was still lukewarm when they met. If Li Fengjiang hadn't insisted on bringing her along, she really wouldn't have wanted to come. She hated dealing with this kind of small business owner who was full of the stink of money.
There is nothing to talk about with Song Xiaojuan. The topics are not on the same point. Talking to her about college and work, does she understand?
Song Xiaojuan didn't know what Qiu Yao was thinking. She was listening to Li Jiangfeng talking about the new policy with great interest.
Li Fengjiang gave Zhao Guomin a glass of wine: "Tomorrow, a few friends will go fishing together."
"Not tomorrow, I have to go to Jing City."
Li Fengjiang: “Where are you going? To do some business.”
Since Zhao Guomin came here, he only had Li Fengjiang as a friend, so he spoke to him without hiding anything: "We're planning to buy an apartment over there."
Li Fengjiang chuckled after hearing this: "You two have a lot of free time, right? You two have so much money and nowhere to spend it, so where are you going to buy a house?"
Zhao Guomin clinked glasses with him. "That's the capital. Housing prices will definitely go up in the future. Now's the best time to buy."
Li Fengjiang thought that Zhao Guomin was smart and had a long-term vision, so he would definitely not waste his money, so he might as well buy one too.
Before he could even open his mouth, Qiu Yao spoke first, her tone cold: "You guys buy it. We're not going to work there, so it's useless if we buy it."
After he finished speaking, the air was silent for a few seconds.
Song Xiaojuan was the first to laugh and raised her eyebrows. Bai Yuqian pointed at the dish in front of her and said, "That's right, Zhao Guomin, give me some of that dish. I can't reach it."
Li Fengjiang was a little embarrassed. He knew that Qiu Yao was aloof and looked down on Zhao Guomin and his wife, but he didn't expect her to show all this on her face.
He poured a glass of wine and clinked glasses with Zhao Guomin. No one at the table mentioned the matter again.
Zhao Guomin didn't care much about the other party's attitude. He was even vague about Qiu Yao. He was making friends with Li Fengjiang.
But he was afraid that Song Xiaojuan would feel bad, so he asked her specifically when he got home in the evening.
Song Xiaojuan scoffed. "I could do something else if she's angry, but her noble character paired with someone like Li Fengjiang isn't necessarily a good thing, and it's a disadvantage."
At this time, Song Xiaojuan had no idea how big a storm her unintentional complaint would cause in the future.
Now all she thinks about is going to Beijing.
When Song Xiaojuan got off the train at Beijing East Station and saw the familiar scene, she almost burst into tears.
The two of them were very efficient and went directly to the sales office to look at the houses. They were built on the edge of the Third Ring Road and were all ready-to-move-in houses. This area is now outside the city wall, and people in Beijing are unwilling to buy here. Most of the buyers are from outside the city.
No one knows that in twenty years the unit price of this community will be more than 120,000 yuan.
The community environment is particularly good, the buildings are far apart and do not block the light.
The only drawback is that the house is over 70 square meters at its largest, with two bedrooms and a living room, and authentic north-south ventilation.
Song Xiaojuan chose the fifth floor, which also has a balcony.
It suits their current financial situation, and since there are no purchase restrictions, they directly ordered two sets.
After the house is renovated and rented out, the rent can cover the mortgage.
When signing the contract, Song Xiaojuan's hands were shaking. She finally had her own house in Beijing and no longer had to envy the people in Beijing.
Song Xiaojuan held the contract and this time tears really fell.
In contrast, Zhao Guomin didn't feel much, but he understood Song Xiaojuan's feelings.
After the formalities were completed, the first thing they did was to eat Quanjude Roast Duck, which tasted authentic!
After dinner, Zhao Guomin took her to the alley where her grandmother lived, wanting to see his father.
It turned out that his grandmother, uncles, and aunts all saw him, but his father was not. When they asked around, they found out that there was no such person. When they went to his mother's house, they found the same situation.
This result was unexpected but reasonable.
Zhao Guomin was depressed for a few days and gradually felt better after returning to the county town.
When Song Xiaojuan got off work, she saw a new seafood restaurant downstairs and bought a bunch of seafood on a whim.
Zhao Guomin thought she was going to fry it, but there was no shrimp on the table at night: "Where are the shrimp?"
Song Xiaojuan: "Making raw marinated seafood."
Song Xiaojuan didn't know what happened today, but she suddenly wanted to eat this.
In the middle of the night, when they took out the sealed seafood to eat, Zhao Guomin frowned and said, "Don't get diarrhea."
Song Xiaojuan was eating happily: "I won't eat too much."
As a result, she started to have stomach pain at around 12 o'clock and almost fainted from running to the toilet. Zhao Guomin quickly sent her to the hospital.
Song Xiaojuan's face was pale and listless as she was receiving an IV drip. Zhao Guomin didn't have the heart to scold her: "I'll go downstairs and buy you something to eat."
Song Xiaojuan raised her head and said pitifully, "Millet porridge."
When Zhao Guomin went downstairs to buy food, he ran into Song Zhishan who was coming to work.
Song Zhishan looked at the porridge in Zhao Guomin's hand and asked in confusion: "Your mother is in the hospital again."
Zhao Guomin: "My wife has gastroenteritis."
"How did you eat something bad?" Song Zhishan didn't know that his tone was wrong at this moment.
"Well, we had raw seafood last night."
"How is the person? How did you take care of him?" Song Zhishan frowned.
Zhao Guomin said in a calm tone: "Yes, it's my fault." He did not feel ashamed of being criticized.
Instead, Song Zhishan felt that he had overreacted and coughed: "We doctors hate it most when young people like you don't take your own health seriously." After saying that, he went upstairs.
Zhao Guomin told Song Xiaojuan about this.
"I guess he will be here soon." Zhao Guomin said confidently.
Song Xiaojuan curled her lips. In the afternoon, Song Zhishan really came over and said in a serious tone, "I read your report. I have a bad stomach. Try to eat less seafood."
Song Xiaojuan sneered: "Thank you, Director Song, for your trouble."
She thought it was a little ridiculous. If he had cared earlier, his original body wouldn't have died.
It would be nice if they didn't bother each other, so why did he have to show his little fatherly love in front of her?
Song Zhishan didn't want to come in the first place, but after the operation, he stepped over unconsciously.
He was in torment. He could say he didn't care because the child was his own flesh and blood. But if the child continued to stay in the county, there was no telling who would find out one day and make a fuss about it, and he might be ruined.
He glanced around the ward and saw that there was no one else there. He took a deep breath and decided to speak frankly: "You know who I am."
Song Xiaojuan saw Zhao Guomin leave and laughed: "Which identity are you referring to?"
Song Zhishan was smart and knew Song Xiaojuan knew what she was talking about. "I've really owed you these years. Now that you're married, you should live a good life. I have 10,000 yuan. Take it and live a good life in the village from now on."
Ten thousand yuan is really not a small sum of money in this day and age, and it would be shortsighted to accept it.
Unfortunately, Song Xiaojuan was not like that. She smiled bitterly and said, "Are you using this ten thousand yuan to make up for the debt you owed me over the years, or are you using it to buy out our father-daughter relationship?"
Seeing Song Zhishan's face turn pale, Song Xiaojuan added, "This ten thousand yuan is enough for you to buy an apartment in the county, right? I don't want it. I've been through so much hardship over the years and I'm used to it."
As he spoke, tears streamed down his cheeks.
Song Zhishan already felt indebted, and after hearing her say this, he felt even worse. He gritted his teeth and said, "You've suffered so much over the years. I've saved 50,000 yuan over the years. I'll give it all to you. Don't... don't tell your partner."
Song Xiaojuan nodded innocently, watched Song Zhishan leave, and slowly wiped away her tears.
She is a professional at acting in sad dramas, and she never thinks that being paid is an insult. Integrity sounds good, but getting the money is the most cost-effective thing. Besides, this is what Song Zhishan owes "her".
I just don't know what Song Zhishan is afraid of when he wants to drive her away so anxiously.
After being discharged from the hospital, Song Xiaojuan received a call from Andy Lau.
"The styles you designed are selling like hotcakes in Guangzhou."
Song Xiaojuan smiled and said, "Congratulations."
"Congratulations too, your design has been appreciated."
Song Xiaojuan frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Sister Xiao, do you remember that she runs an agency? She wants you to help design some costumes for her company's artists."
Song Xiaojuan’s first thought was that it was nonsense. Although it was the 1990s, those artists all had professional stylists, and she couldn’t compare with them.
"I don't have that ability, please help me pass on the message."
Liu Qingyun paused for a moment before continuing, "How about this, I'll give her your phone number and you two can talk to each other."
Song Xiaojuan thought the other party would not call, but she received the call before going to bed at night.
Sister Xiao got straight to the point: "You're responsible for the design, and I'll make you famous. Once you're famous, you can do anything."
Song Xiaojuan doesn't believe in pie-in-the-sky things: "What are the conditions?"
Sister Xiao chuckled: "There are no conditions. I only value your talent."
Song Xiaojuan didn't want to waste any more time: "Thank you for your kindness, but I would rather be down-to-earth and rely on myself." Then she hung up the phone.
She thought that the matter would be over if she rejected it, but she was still too young.
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