Master of the city

When Li Mengmei walked into the store, Zhang Fan was cleaning the house there. There were only two of them in the nearly 100 square meter store.

When the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, Wang Yaohui spread the news that Jinxiu was going to close down early. In addition to those who went with him, other employees resigned and left one after another. Yesterday, Li Mengmei asked Zhang Fan, an errand boy, to follow suit because there was no one else available.

Any boss would sigh when he saw such a scene in her shop, but today's Li Mengmei didn't feel dejected at all. As long as she saw that busy silly boy, her heart was very steady.

"Sister Meng Mei, get up, let's get to work? I hung up all the previous disaster houses. As long as we sell one set, we won't worry about anything. " Seeing Li Mengmei come in, Zhang Fan put the mop aside and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

Li Mengmei stood at the door, the sun from the side sprinkled on her face, the whole person looked so bright. The so-called phase from the heart, Zhang Fan believes that as long as Li Mengmei cheer up, there will be no Jinxiu can not pass.

"Well, let's go! I go to the bank to withdraw money. It's no big deal. At most, I'll start all over again. " Li Mengmei gives Zhang Fan a thumb.

The Xiangshu in Yang Gong Mi Lu was tested by Zhang Fan last night. Today is the time to test Fengshui and Canyu. The reason why disaster houses are smashed in the hand is not because of the bad house type, but because of various problems that are difficult to describe.

Now Zhang Fan has changed the Fengshui and gone to the filthy. As long as someone can come to see the house, he is confident that he can turn the disaster house into a good one and sell it.

Let alone this morning, although no one came to see the house, there were four or five registered houses, which made Li Mengmei very happy.

What do intermediaries fear most? It's not that the house is worthless, but that there is no good supply. In the morning, Li Mengmei knew all about the location of the houses. One of them was a prosperous shop near the pedestrian street, because the boss had to go abroad to change hands. As long as she cashed out the shop, she could get tens of thousands of intermediary fees.

At noon, Li Mengmei specially took money to ask Zhang Fan to go to a nearby restaurant to pack some good dishes and come back to celebrate this good omen.

"Thousand years of water to wash away Lin'an's sorrow, thousand years of tears to the monument of prosperous Qiantang..." How many days, the mood is not so good, Li Mengmei sitting in a chair, humming a song, thinking about whether to recruit a few new people.

Just then, the door of the store was opened. She thought it was Zhang Fan who had bought food. Subconsciously, she wanted to raise her head to greet her, but she didn't expect that four men and women with gloomy faces came into sight.

"Welcome. Do you want to register or buy a house?" Li Mengmei has been working in this business for some years. These people didn't come to do business, but because of the etiquette, they said hello politely.

"We don't register or buy a house. We come to get money. In the morning, your staff called me and said that you can't open this broken shop any more and are going to run away with our house money and house capital. He has a bad conscience and secretly called us to let us stop you here. "

The speaker was a middle-aged man in his thirties, but the more he talked about the back, the softer his tone became. The person on the phone said that Li Mengmei had to run away. They just came here in such a hurry. But now the shop is so bright and clean that they don't mean to close at all.

This thinking is all about the homeowners of the disaster houses collected by Wang Yaohui before he left. According to the contract, tomorrow is the deadline for the transaction. If tomorrow, Li Mengmei still can't take out the house purchase money according to the contract signed with them by Jinxiu intermediary, they have the right to take Li Mengmei to court.

"So it is. I thought it was something." Li Mengmei had a nice smile on her face, but she had already sent greetings to Wang Yaohui's ancestors for 18 generations.

Now Zhang Fan is the only employee of Jinxiu agency. Needless to ask, it must be Wang Yaohui.

Fortunately, this morning she has taken back the loan. Although it is still 500000 yuan short, since the store is here, the big head can take it out again. As long as we discuss with these homeowners, we can even out the money. If the small head is in arrears for three or five days, I believe they can understand.

However, taking out the contract to compare, Li Mengmei found that the sum of the debts of these people was 1.5 million, and there was still a creditor who didn't come.

Li Mengmei clenched her teeth and gave them all the 1.5 million yuan. But before the four of them got the money, there came a very discordant voice at the door.

"Oh, I said, sister, is this here? Do you have my share? "

Li Mengmei looked up and saw a man who was five big and three thick, with a big gold chain hanging around her neck. She was picking her nose and walking in from the door. Behind him was a man, Wang Yaohui, who was full of pockmarks.

Li Mengmei's heart is suddenly a "clatter", Wang Yaohui door, is absolutely no good.

"Who are you?" This time, Li Mengmei did not play any empty, Xiumei frowned and stared at jinliannan.

"Ah, I said, elder sisters, you are wrong. You are also selling the house to your brocade agent. How can you give money when others come? When I come to Liu Jinqiang, you will give me a shake? It's like I've done it. "Gold chain male Liu Jinqiang said while just plucked out the nose excrement to Li Mengmei's feet.

"All the girls I've been up to are so happy. Landlady, do you want to have a try?"

The wretched eyes kept scanning Li Mengmei's body, which made her sick. This guy's eyes seemed to peel her clothes.