I have a book to sell a house

Chapter 57 Day 1: Chinese Bloodlines

"Not a veteran in the field of love, can she get involved in dating and marriage from the point of asking friends when buying a house?"

Duan Xiaoming sat in the fast food restaurant, feeling suspicious.

There are many varieties of fast food restaurants, covering many signature dishes from all over the world.

The shop is beautifully decorated and the layout makes people feel very comfortable.

Duan Xiaoming used to come here often, because he thought the taste here was good and the tableware was pretty.

He habitually raised his head to look at his surroundings, and then looked down at his phone.

Not to mention, Wu Xiaomo's writing is not bad.

Unlike Gou, who added detailed cases and occasional gags of dogmatism to his book of selling houses, her expression is more like a chat between friends.

He clicked on the photo album on his mobile phone, searched back and forth several times, and finally found something close to asking friends if they want to buy a house.

He zoomed in on the screen with two fingers and carefully looked at the text in the picture.

"Many villagers didn't buy a house at the beginning because the government said it would regulate, but after a few years, they realized that the government's regulation is to control the excessive growth of housing prices and stabilize housing prices, not to lower housing prices, lower housing prices, wait until they understand, I just want to sing that sentence: Later, I finally learned how to buy it!"

"A client said: 'I broke up with my friend because he told me not to buy a house at the time. I listened to him, but he bought a house secretly. I was fancy at the time. We have no friends now. Do it and blame yourself for being stupid.'”

"Some customers said that my friend told me at the time: 'Don't buy it, it will drop next year.' As a result, I spent more than [-] yuan to buy a set this year."

Then Brother Gou's familiar handwriting appeared.

He mischievously drew an arrow, and then wrote a paragraph: "Thanks to being in the mainland, if you want to go to Shenzhen, I'm afraid it will cost millions more, and you may not be able to afford it. You will return to your hometown poor like my dog ​​brother." !"

Underneath is neat and beautiful handwriting.

"Rising house prices are a fact. According to data from the National Bureau of Statistics: Among the 2018 large and medium-sized cities in August 8, the prices of newly built houses in August 70 only saw a slight drop of 0.1% in Xiamen from the previous month, Nanjing and Beijing were flat, and all other 67 cities rose. There is an upward trend in China. Data show that in August, house prices in 8 cities in the country rose by 70% month-on-month, hitting a new high since September 1.4, and the increase was 2016 percentage points faster than the previous month; the year-on-year increase expanded to 9%. , an increase of 0.3 percentage points from the previous month. Among them, the price of new houses in the first-tier cities rose by 7% month-on-month, an increase of 1.2 percentage points from the previous month; 0.3 and 0.1 percentage points. I only believe it now, it’s too late! Houses are expensive!”

Duan Xiaoming raised his eyebrows.

I muttered in my heart: "This is 2020, and the data is still from 2018."

He hurriedly zoomed out the picture, flipped through it back and forth, but did not see the data for 2020.

Presumably this book was formed in 2018?
But I remember that Brother Gou said that this book is his master's master's master, and it seems that it has been passed down to him for several generations.

Could it be that these masters lead apprentices, several generations a year?
At this time, the rice bowl ordered was served by the aunt wearing waiter clothes with a smile on her face.

The aunt looks simple, with a darker complexion, and her crow's feet look like the folds on a steamed bun when she smiles.

Her staff clothes were new, with neat, straight pleats.

One of the aunt's thumbs stuck into the bowl, and the aunt didn't try to hide the fact. She pulled out her thumb and smiled, "Handsome guy, your braised pork is topped with rice."

Duan Xiaoming looked at the bowl, then looked at the aunt's smile, and thought to forget it. Besides, the aunt's thumb just stretched over the edge of the bowl, and did not touch the food.

"Thank you."

He smiled politely at the aunt.

It's not that he doesn't like cleanliness, but that it's hard for aunt to change her habits at this age.

It's like the way grandma serves herself.

He began to concentrate on eating.

What's wrong with a man if he can't even eat at ease?

The job is uneasy, why are there so many customers in the sales department?
But everyone in this world has different ideas and different attitudes towards things.

While he was eating seriously, the aunt just served the meal with her "thumb style" as always, which annoyed a pair of young people sitting next to Duan Xiaoming.

The young man is dressed in fashion, about 20 years old, or less than 20 years old.

Duan Xiaoming was not sure about the ages of these two young people.

Looking over from him, the young boy's face could just be seen.

Boys' hairstyles are very trendy, like male stars on reality shows, with pomade painted on their hair for free.

You can find twenty or thirty colors in a suit of clothes.

It looks very avant-garde.

The girl sitting across from him was wearing a short denim top with a navel-baring top, a small waist, wheat-colored, and a tight grip. A pair of tight white slacks wrapped her perfect curves very nicely.

The boy in the little youth said disgustedly: "What's the matter with you, you actually put your finger in the bowl, it's so dirty, how can you ask people to eat it?"

The aunt didn't realize her mistake, and she didn't realize that as a service staff, she should make consumers feel comfortable.

She replied with a simple smile and a very life-like tone: "It's okay, it's okay, why do I take things to the toilet, I wash my hands, and if it's not dirty, you can eat it at ease."

She thought her answer like this would solve the problem, but it actually backfired, and the young boy became even more angry: "I'm going--stinky bumpkin, so fucking disgusting!"

After finishing speaking, the young boy slapped the table: "Call your managers, I'm disgusted!"

The young girl who was with him hurriedly persuaded: "Forget it, forget it, or let's eat at another restaurant."

"No change! Call your manager!"

The first half of the sentence is said by the boy to the girl, and the second half is said to the aunt.

As soon as the aunt heard that she was going to call the steward, her smile immediately changed into anxiety, and she hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I serve my son the same way at home, it's okay, it's okay."

It's okay if the aunt doesn't talk, but the more she talks, the more popular the young boy is.

"Whose son are you scolding?"

The diners in the store were all startled by the quarrel, and Duan Xiaoming, who was the closest, was no exception.

A young man in a white shirt ran out from the back kitchen and came to the front hall. He hurried over and apologized to the young boy non-stop.

But the young boy refused to let go, and kept cursing: "Stinky country bumpkin, bumpkin, disgusting..."

The young clerk still apologized very sorry: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He also dragged his aunt to apologize together: "I'm sorry, handsome guy, this is our new employee, and I'm not familiar with many places, you see, this meal is free, and then we can give you a 200 yuan dining coupon ?”

The young boy's attitude was a little more relaxed: "I'm a foreigner, what's the use of you giving me a dining coupon? I don't accept an apology! How can you recruit such a country bumpkin to serve our customers?"

The young clerk continued to apologize: "I'm really sorry, this is because we didn't train properly, it's our fault! Sister Cui, quickly apologize to the customer!"

The aunt called Sister Cui was terrified, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I, I, I will change it next time!"

The young boy didn't respond to the aunt's apology, but said to his girl: "You bumpkin! I don't even want to talk to him, don't tarnish the noble blood of my Yun family!"

Duan Xiaoming was very disgusted by the young boy's contemptuous eyes when he spoke.

He didn't think this matter had anything to do with him, although he was a little irritable, but when he was outside, where would there be no puppy barking?
Seeing this young man talking like this now, I couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "Hehe, in China, pets only talk about blood!"

The young boy tilted his head: "What did you say?"

(End of this chapter)