Siheyuan: I Have a Beast System

Stacks of money, six or seven thousand if not ten thousand, so much money for yourself?

Song Gaopeng opened his mouth in shock.

He has seen money, tens of thousands, even 10,000+ in the factory.

But it was the first time to send him so much money at once.

"You...what do you want?"

Although the money is good, it is also very eye-catching, but Song Gaopeng did not lose his mind, knowing that the money is not easy to get.

"I want to be affiliated with your factory. I am not familiar with the specific process, and I am too lazy to run..."

As he said that, Jia Zhengyi patted the briefcase and grinned at Song Gaopeng: "If, within three days, Director Song can help me finish it, these will all be yours."

"It's that simple?"

Song Gaopeng looked at Jia Zhengyi in disbelief: "I will complete the formalities and documents for you within three days, and the money will be mine?"

"It's that simple."

Nodding his head, Jia Zhengyi put the briefcase on the dashboard: "Aren't you interested in chatting?"

"Yes...interested..."

Song Gaopeng grinned, nodded at Jia Zhengyi, opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot.

"Comrade Jia? Where shall we talk?"

Sitting in the car, Song Gaopeng couldn't wait, and his eyes never left the briefcase.

"Outside, I'm worried, and you're worried too. How about going to your house?"

Although Song Gaopeng looks so bearish, but he has a high position, it shouldn't be difficult to find a good-looking wife.

If you don't give him a piece of grassland, this revenge will not be perfect.

Of course, if her daughter-in-law was like him, it would be another story.

"Go to my house?"

Song Gaopeng hesitated, glanced at the briefcase, and thought of the money inside, finally nodded his head and said: "You can go to my house, don't worry."

"That's right."

The corner of Jia Zhengyi's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned the steering wheel and fell out: "I still have something to ask about the meat joint factory. Why don't you pack some food and wine and go back and talk while drinking?"

"Don't be so troublesome, right? When you get home, let your wife do it..."

"No trouble, the old man often taught us not to waste time on things that can be solved with money, because time is the greatest wealth."

Jia Zhengyi pretended to be a dandy, and turned his head to look at Song Gaopeng in shock: "Now Director Song should know why I spend money, let you run for the certificate."

"I know... I know..."

Everyone in Song Gaopeng listened to it, it was really an eye-opener, people can be so arrogant.

"That...Jia...Young Master Jia, I would like to ask, who is the old man?"

Song Gaopeng gradually came back to his senses and stuttered excitedly looking at Jia Zhengyi. This time he really hit his luck.

"I can't tell who it is. I can tell you. When the old man stomps his feet, the whole Jiangnan trembles."

Jia Zhengyi pretended to be very purposeful. If he didn't fool this guy, how could his wife be separated and his family go bankrupt.

heard.

Song Gaopeng trembled suddenly, stomping his feet and Jiangnan trembled. Looking across the whole country, there was only one person.

"Mouth ten?"

Song Gaopeng didn't dare to say the surname, so he looked at Jia Zhengyi anxiously and said a split word.

"It's Jia."

Taking the bait, Jia Zhengyi chuckled: "There are some things, it's good for you if you don't tell the truth."

"Yes... Mr. Jia taught you a lesson..."

Jia, isn't it just a fake? Song Gaopeng finally understood, and said that whoever named the child Jia Zhengyi is a fake.

Chapter 231 Favorite Seafood Dumplings

"Mr. Jia, turn left...and then turn right three intersections ahead..."

"Alright Mr. Jia, you wait in the car for a while, I'll go buy wine and vegetables..."

"Don't be polite, it's my blessing, Song Gaopeng, to know Mr. Jia..."

"I've been waiting for Mr. Jia for a long time. The food and wine are all ready. I don't know what you like to eat. I bought some chicken, duck and fish..."

"No cost, no cost, I still feel that the hospitality is not good enough."

"Let's go, Mr. Jia, go straight for three intersections and turn left, and then walk for more than 100 meters, and you will arrive at the family courtyard where I live."

"..."

Along the way, Song Gaopeng took care of Jia Zhengyi like an uncle.

The son of the Wang family in the south of the Yangtze River made a false name and went to the capital to do business. There are too many mysteries in it.

If this is done well, what kind of meat joint factory will directly soar into the sky.

"Is it this building?"

Following the indicated road, Jia Zhengyi parked the car in front of a small seven-story building.

"Yes, Mr. Jia. The place to live is simple, so don't dislike it."

Flattering, Song Gaopeng got out of the car first, and ran over to open the door: "Master Jia, be careful, the ground is uneven, be careful not to hurt your feet."

"I made a big fuss, I came to Kyoto, but I came to enjoy it."

This dogleg appearance reminded Jia Zhengyi that the doggy man (female cadre) in Gazi was different in that Song Gaopeng was fatter and more dogleg.

"I was careless, Mr. Jia, please go upstairs."

Accompanied by a smiling face, Song Gaopeng invited Jia Zhengyi upstairs, thinking in his heart, how can we get closer.

When Qilin arrived home, he couldn't grasp it, but he was about to fly away.

"Who are there in the family?"

Jia Zhengyi was not in the mood to pay attention to the little Jiujiu in Song Gaopeng's heart, so he glanced at him lightly and asked.

"No one else, just me and my wife."

"No children? Judging by your age, you should be thirty."

"I have a son who is just one and a half years old and married relatively late..."

"Late marriage?"

Jia Zhengyi smiled, and mercilessly dismantled Song Gaopeng: "It seems that you dislike your original partner and married another young and beautiful one."

"Hehe~"

Song Gaopeng laughed dryly and did not explain, it was a tacit agreement.

He acquiesced, but Jia Zhengyi laughed. Earlier, he was worried that a bear-like man like him would not be able to marry a handsome wife.

Now, this worry is completely gone.

"Understandable, they are all men."

Not wanting to stand in the cold, Jia Zhengyi casually said something, followed Song Gaopeng up to the third floor, and stopped in front of [-].

"This place is not as good as your home, I hope Mr. Jia will not dislike you..."

Being polite, Song Gaopeng invited Jia Zhengyi into the house.

Shabby?

Fatty Song's house is not at all simple, a large two-bedroom apartment.

Kitchen, dining room, living room, balcony, bathroom, and two bedrooms.

Fatty Song, the director of a meat joint factory, would never be able to allocate a house of this size.

Eighty percent of them are plotting other people's houses by taking advantage of their positions.

"The house is very nice. It seems that you are in Kyoto, so you have a lot of connections?"

Looking around casually, Jia Zhengyi looked at Song Gaopeng with a little complacency: "Are you interested, introduce me?"

"There will be a chance."

Song Gaopeng was not stupid, he introduced Jia Zhengyi to them, and what else was he doing, he laughed and showed off, "I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Jia, you found me, you really found the right person."

"Hopefully."

After responding lukewarmly, Jia Zhengyi turned around and sat down in the restaurant: "There is no one at home, isn't my sister-in-law here?"

"It should be here."

Confused, Song Gaopeng put down his packaged food and drinks, and glanced at the bedroom: "Should I take the child to sleep, I'll call her over?"

"When you come home, you always say hello."

He came to his house just for the dumplings. How would Jia Zhengyi know if the dumplings were to his liking?

"Wait a minute, son, I'll call her."

Perhaps out of politeness, Song Gaopeng didn't care, he apologized, and hurried to call someone.

Not long after, Jia Zhengyi heard the sound of footsteps.

people come.

Even though he was curious, Jia Zhengyi didn't look at it, and leaned on the chair with his legs crossed, like an old man.

"Sorry Mr. Jia, I kept you waiting..."

"No problem."