Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 678 692 [Investment in real estate]

Everyone dreams——
Nie Weidong often dreams.

Last night, he had another dream.In his dream, he was still the glamorous and extraordinarily valuable young master Zhong Hai, inheriting the family business, surrounded by all kinds of good brothers, generous and outstanding, and Deng Caidie treated him like first love, everything was so perfect.

But suddenly the sky turned dark—
Nie Weidong found that everything around him changed in an instant. The former good brothers stabbed him with knives one by one. They had hideous faces and wanted to cut off their flesh.His girlfriend Deng Caidie even turned into a vampire, biting her own neck and sucking her own blood.

Nie Weidong struggled, howled, begged for mercy, begged for help - with a bang, he woke up, but rolled off the bed.

Nie Weidong rubbed his eyes, his eyes became brighter, and a ray of sunlight shone through the broken window.

His butt hurt a little, Nie Weidong managed to get up with his hands on the ground, and wanted to touch the bed and sleep again, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway.What lingers in my mind are all the monsters and ghosts transformed by those relatives and friends.

There is no good person in this world.

Nie Weidong was wearing big trousers, sitting on the bed topless and smoking.

After smoking a cigarette, he remembered what happened last night, Song Zhichao.

Then he remembered that Song Zhichao's bicycle was still in Uncle Feng's repair shop.

Nie Weidong threw the cigarette butt on the ground, cursed: "Grass!", hurriedly put on his clothes, dragged on his flip flops, and hurried out the door.

He came to Uncle Feng's repair shop in one breath.

The old man was setting up a stall, moving out the toolbox and other things, and hanging a bicycle wheel similar to a signboard high on the pole of the shop. When he looked up, he saw Nie Weidong running over.

Uncle Feng didn't say anything, Nie Weidong had already offered to help.

Despite the small size of the shop, there are a lot of groceries, messy, moving everything out of the house, Nie Weidong was so busy that he was sweating profusely.

After finally getting out of the stall, Uncle Feng threw a towel to Nie Weidong to wipe off his sweat, and then pointed to the repaired Phoenix self-repair car and said, "It's all back to Zhao---I also greased the chain and buttered the bearings." .”

Nie Weidong gave a thumbs up, "Master is mighty!"

"Mighty fart - next time you don't do this thing, it's the most affordable way to pay!" Uncle Feng can't be fooled, just a few nice words can fool himself, let's not eat this kind of thing.

Nie Weidong just smiled.

Uncle Feng pointed behind him, "Stop smirking, your friend is here."

Nie Weidong turned his head abruptly, and saw Song Zhichao walking towards him.

Nie Weidong was a little embarrassed, wanted to say hello first, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Song Zhichao pretended not to see him, but just greeted Uncle Feng, thanked him, and was about to push his bicycle away.

Nie Weidong was in a hurry at this moment.

To be honest, Nie Weidong didn't know why he came here so early in the morning. Subconsciously, he really wanted to see Song Zhichao again, but he didn't know what to say after seeing him——I was too mean last night, and my mouth was too loud. Shit, drive people away.

What should we do now?
Seeing Nie Weidong blushing, staring at himself, Song Zhichao, who was pushing his bicycle to leave, couldn't help but glance at him, and asked him, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Nie Weidong: "..."

"Not without."

Song Zhichao nodded, "Well, very good. Then I'm leaving..."

Song Zhichao turned around and left with his bicycle.

Nie Weidong finally became anxious, and shouted from behind: "I'm sorry!" The voice was loud.

Song Zhichao smiled, turned around and asked him, "What did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry!" Nie Weidong went all out, shameless, so shameless, seeing Song Zhichao looking at him, he said even louder: "You helped me, but I lost my temper at you, I'm sorry!"

"That's all?" Song Zhichao said meaningfully.

Nie Weidong: "..."

Gather your courage, "You are right, I am a fool, fool! I told you that I have ambition, but in fact it is all false. I'm just a pile of mud, hanging out in this shitty place with a bunch of losers—"

Uncle Feng glared at Nie Weidong.

Nie Weidong hurriedly explained: "You are not included."

Only then did Uncle Feng look away.

"I thought I was very chic, and I lied to myself that this is called Qianlong in the abyss, and one day I will soar into the sky. But in fact, I am getting less and less energetic, and I am getting used to this. This kind of life of the loser and the weak - it's like stepping into a swamp, and I can't pull it out!" Nie Weidong's tone was crying, and the circles of his eyes began to turn red.

"It wasn't until yesterday, when I saw Long Jianfei and Deng Caidie again, that I realized that I was still alive—my self-esteem that had been trampled on by others made the final beating."

"Song Zhichao!" Nie Weidong suddenly shouted to Song Zhichao, "I have no friends, not a single one! I am a weakling, a pile of mud. If you knew all this, would you help me?"

Song Zhichao looked at Nie Weidong who was crying, but said nothing.

Uncle Feng shook his head and said, "Help if you can! In this society, no one has any difficulties."

Song Zhichao looked at Nie Weidong, and finally uttered a word: "Yes!"

Nie Weidong smiled, with tears still on his face.

The old man shook his long hair, wiped his tears, walked up to Song Zhichao, stretched out his hand and said, "I'm committed to you as a friend!"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, "If you make friends, it seems that you will take advantage."

"I, Nie Weidong, don't take advantage of others," Nie Weidong said bluntly, "If you have anything to do, just tell me, as long as I can do it, I will help."

Looking at Nie Weidong cheering up, Song Zhichao simply said, "It just so happens that I have something to do..."

"what's up?"

"I want to buy a house."

"Buying a house? No problem, come with me. I'll introduce you to a friend who sells a house. It's absolutely innocent!" Nie Weidong acted immediately.

Song Zhichao: "..."

……

Song Zhichao really wanted to buy a house in Zhonghai.

Because of Ericsson's business, Song Zhichao estimated that he would stay here for a while. Living in a hotel is really tiring, especially the room after spraying the air freshener. For Song Zhichao who has an allergic nose, it is simply a nightmare.

What's more, the real estate prices in Zhonghai are not so high now, so Song Zhichao wondered why not invest in a few houses here, preferably a garden-style super-large villa, which is a major feature of Zhonghai——Back then Daban Hartong , and Du Yuesheng, Huang Jinrong and his ilk also live in this kind of mansion.

Song Zhichao didn't plan to be Du Yuesheng or Huang Jinrong in Zhonghai, but investing in real estate to earn pocket money is also good.

I just don't know if this friend of Nie Weidong is reliable, and if he can introduce himself a good house.

Song Zhichao, looking forward to it.

(End of this chapter)