I have a book to sell a house

Chapter 66 Case 1: It's a Secret

Seeing what his daughter said, Zhang Weijun nodded: "Well, I will pack some porridge for your mother, she has an upset stomach these days."

Then he raised his hand again and shouted, "Waiter!"

No one answered, he turned his head to look around, the waiter was not there, he might have gone into the back kitchen.

He turned around and continued, "Daughter, you have the final say on buying a house, but if you want to buy Xiaoqiang, Dad can afford the money now."

"Actually, I think what I said in the short paragraph just now is very good and correct. Living in this house has been related to many years. I think your grandfather sent your uncle to the provincial capital to study, and later sent me there. I refused to go. , it’s not like your uncle is in the provincial capital now, what kind of friends are his friends, your father and I are in the countryside, what kind of friends are my friends, isn’t it a big difference these days?”

Zhang Weijun's implication is that the house must be bought well. This is related to the circle of friends of family members. He agrees with Xiao Duan's statement.

But the question in Zhang Juan's heart is, how do I know whether what he said in this short paragraph is true?

There is no basis for empty talk. If the time when the house is handed over is different from what he said now, wouldn't he be taken advantage of?

Dad didn't understand, since I was asked to make the decision, I definitely couldn't just choose it casually.

What's more, let's not talk about the house now, I want to go back and bring porridge to my mother.

My daughter is too unfilial, and my father doesn't feel sorry for my mother at all.

snort!
Duan Xiaoming looked at Zhang Juan's pensive look, and he was also thinking quickly in his mind.

A voice popped up in my mind: "Don't talk too much at the dinner table. There is a saying in the house sales guide. If you want to close a deal with a client, you must invite the client to the sales department. If you talk too much on other occasions, you may not be able to negotiate."

He nodded inwardly, and when he was about to speak, another thought popped up in his mind: "Remember to be flattering, don't just use your previous habits to tease people, and think about why people think what you say is not credible."

Duan Xiaoming nodded again in his heart, and said: "Brother Zhang is very good, but Zhang Juan, you are also very right. I think otherwise, if it is convenient tomorrow, we will go to the sales department again, and I will introduce you to everyone." Let’s see, after all, buying a house is not a trivial matter, so you must be worried if you spend so much money in it, how about going to see it tomorrow for a deeper understanding?”

At this time, the older sister in the red T-shirt came out from the back kitchen and walked to Zhang Weijun's table.

Of course she came over, and only she came over.

Because she is the only waiter in the store.

Zhang Weijun: "Pack a porridge, by the way, what porridge is today?"

The eldest sister cheerfully agreed: "Okay."

Did not tell him what porridge it was, turned around and left.

"Hey, Dad, she didn't say anything about porridge."

Zhang Weijun smiled: "Their store only cooks one porridge a day, and we can drink whatever we cook. It's useless to ask."

Zhang Juan was a little unhappy: "Then how do you know if Mom likes it or not? What if you don't like it when you take it home?"

"Your mother, she likes any porridge."

Zhang Juan was a little angry, and Duan Xiaoming, who was sitting opposite her, could tell from her facial expression.

"You don't feel sorry for Mom at all!"

After finishing speaking, she stood up and walked towards the waitress.

Duan Xiaoming thought to himself, this guy really has a bit of a temper.

Xiaoxiang is not very popular, so Zhang Juan walked to the waiter's eldest sister in a few steps—oh, no, for her, she should be called the waiter's aunt.

She was polite: "Auntie, what kind of porridge do you have?"

The waitress was scooping porridge with a long-handled spoon into a small bowl next to the stainless steel bucket of porridge. She glanced at her, then turned her head to look at the door.

Zhang Weijun leaned on the back of the chair with one hand and put the other on his thigh, looking sideways at his daughter and the waitress.

Seeing the waitress looking over, he slightly raised his hand resting on the back of the chair and waved it slightly.

The waitress saw his movements and turned to Zhang Juan and said, "Today, porridge sells out fast, and now there is only lean meat porridge."

Zhang Juan said, "Do you have preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

The eldest sister was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Only lean meat porridge."

Zhang Juan frowned, and then said: "Forget it, I'll go to the side to see if there is any other porridge."

The elder sister replied: "We have porridge in the entire resettlement area. If you want porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat, I can peel a preserved egg for you and put it in."

Zhang Juan reckoned what she said was true, because people in Hunan like spicy food, and it is night now, so there might be no congee in other places.

"Then peel one off."

The eldest sister hesitated to speak, but the movements of her hands did not stop.

Zhang Juan looked at her and said nothing.

After all, the eldest sister couldn't hold back, and said, "The preserved eggs are not boiled, they are directly peeled, which is not good for digestion."

But Zhang Juan insisted: "My mother likes to eat preserved eggs, you can peel one for me, and the amount is enough."

When we got to this point, the elder sister didn't say anything, she turned around and walked to the back of the restaurant, and she came out after a while and said, "I'm sorry, the preserved egg just happened to be gone, or you can ask your father to buy one later." ?”

When she went in, Zhang Juan picked up a long-handled spoon to fill up the small bowl, and then ran to the delivery window to fill some mustard and cold seaweed shreds in a disposable cup.

She didn't cover the plastic bowl because she was waiting for the preserved egg.

As a result, the elder sister of the waiter said that, she was a little unhappy, but years of education told her to have quality, so she replied unhappy: "Thank you!"

The expression was not indifferent or warm, then covered the plastic bowl, asked the elder sister for a bag and a spoon, and walked towards the door after filling it.

Here Zhang Weijun didn't eat, and kept turning around to observe his daughter's every move.

Duan Xiaoming picked up his mobile phone and kept flipping through the book of selling houses.

Yunluo sat there like a tool man, neither eating nor talking.

If it is acting in a TV series, his brightest moment so far, that is to say, when he said the line of noble blood.

Zhang Juan walked up to Zhang Weijun carrying the porridge, and said, "I'm going back to deliver the porridge to my mother."

Then he took a look at Yunluo, and went out of the restaurant without saying a word or saying hello to Duan Xiaoming.

Yunluo turned her head and watched her go away, thinking, what should I do?Shall I just stay here and wait for you to come back?
You should arrange some roles for me. If I stay here, I have to act, right?
Zhang Juan just walked by herself without looking back.

Yunluo took out her mobile phone and hurriedly sent her a message: "Hey, you go to see your mother, do you want me to go too?"

Zhang Juan did not respond.

The phone swayed back and forth in her hand as she walked, but she didn't look at it.

Duan Xiaoming didn't expect Zhang Juan to leave directly. Didn't she call her here to discuss buying a house?

How can I just leave?

Zhang Weijun turned around, he had a panoramic view of Yunluo's expression, and he also saw Duan Xiaoming's eyes.

Although Zhang Weijun's education is not high and he graduated from high school, he has been in the society for about 30 years since he was a teenager. He can still guess a little bit about the thoughts of these two juniors.

And at that time, he was able to go to high school, and his academic ability was not particularly bad.

With Duan Xiaoming's expression, he still wants to persuade my daughter to buy a house.

As for Yunluo, I don't understand how young people fall in love nowadays.

He had heard from many people before that children would fall in love crazily as soon as they entered college, in order to release the pressure before the college entrance examination.

Therefore, he specially ordered his daughter not to fall in love during college.

But this girl actually brought her boyfriend back, and even fooled her father into saying that she was a classmate.

This is testing me!
Now I know that she is in love with this little cat, but I can't be too rude to stop it.

He looked at Yunluo, and suddenly an idea flashed into his mind.

"Well, the current situation should not only prevent my daughter from falling in love, but also let her mother know who this little cat is."

With a firm mind in his mind, he opened his mouth and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, follow me!"

Yunluo didn't react for a while, and looked at Zhang Weijun in surprise.

"Don't be silly, hurry up and follow Zhang Juan, remember to sell some fruit to Auntie, don't be empty-handed when you meet for the first time."

Since Yunluo met Zhang Weijun, he had never been treated so warmly. He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

Why did Uncle Zhang, who has always been cold, suddenly recognize him so much?
"What are you still doing!"

Zhang Weijun urged again, and Yun Luo finally came to his senses. He hurriedly stood up, his colorful clothes shaking with his movements, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and bowed to Zhang Weijun.

Duan Xiaoming thought to himself, from this point of view, Yun Luo, who joked about noble blood, was still very humble towards his seniors.

It's just that he couldn't understand why Zhang Weijun's attitude suddenly changed so much.

However, he understands a truth, ask less about things you don't understand, watch more, so that you can play a few more episodes in the TV series.

Zhang Weijun watched Yunluo catch up with his daughter, then raised the teacup, took a sip of tea and said, "I suddenly thought of a question, Xiaoduan, let me ask you."

Duan Xiaoming said: "Brother Zhang, if you ask, I will tell you everything."

He thought Zhang Weijun was asking about buying a house.

Then Zhang Weijun said: "If, I mean, if you are asked to kowtow to someone you hate, and you get [-] for one kowtow, will you kowtow?"

Duan Xiaoming didn't even think about it: "If it's someone else, I definitely won't knock it out, but if it's my dad, I'll definitely beat it until he goes bankrupt!"

Zhang Weijun smiled: "You hate your dad very much?"

Duan Xiaoming also laughed: "No, it's because I understand that in this world, if I kowtow to anyone, it is impossible for someone to really give me 10 yuan. Only my dad will give it, and he also has this ability."

Zhang Weijun laughed, but it was a bit bitter.

He didn't pay attention to what Duan Xiaoming said about his father's strength, but said: "When my colleague asked me this question, I was still bored. Then something happened to me. I chatted with Zhang Juan's mother. Thinking of this question, I said, if there is such a person who can give me 10 yuan once I knock it off, I will go from being laughed at to being jealous of me.”

Duan Xiaoming didn't expect Zhang Zhang to be quite humorous. He was about to praise his humorous personality when Zhang Weijun said again: "There is something about a friend. How should I put it? He has been unable to make up his mind. I see you The young man is very honest in what he says and does, so let me tell you."

Duan Xiaoming looked at Zhang Weijun's sincere eyes, and looked at the other party's expression, he really seemed a little confused.

"Then tell me, Xiaoduan, I'll listen carefully."

Zhang Weijun took another sip of tea, as if making a big decision.

The cup lingered on his lips for several seconds before he put it down.

"Well, it's a secret. Where do I start? Let's start with the beginning of the epidemic."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Weijun turned his head and shouted to the waitress: "Get some beer! Come first—six!"

Duan Xiaoming quickly waved his hands: "Brother Zhang, I don't drink!"

(End of this chapter)