Tall buildings are rising from the ground, and today's Beiping City is no longer the same as it used to be.

Even in the large courtyard, I haven't seen cooking smoke for several years. Every household uses a gas stove and a range hood. When cooking, there is no need to fill the house with smell like before.

After buying the house in Yan Fugui's west wing, Wang Zhong completely renovated the house. In order to decorate these rooms, Wang Zhong also specially brought a batch of fine mahogany back and built it himself. In order to decorate these rooms, Wang Zhong

I repaired the toilet in the house and pried out all the floor tiles in the yard.

Before Wang Zhong could finish his work, brothers Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang came to the door aggressively.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" As soon as the two brothers entered the courtyard and looked at the old furniture piled under the eaves, they immediately stopped working and rushed to Wang Zhong who was knocking in the house, shouting loudly.

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Wang Zhong put down the hammer in his hand, looked at the two of them, and said, "What do you mean?"

"We still want to ask you what you mean! This is our home, what are you doing here?" Before that, when Wang Zhong was still the deputy director of the Red Star Rolling Mill and the director of the machinery branch below,

Yan Jiefang has never been afraid, let alone now.

"Your family?" Wang Zhong said with a smile: "I'm too lazy to tell you, I'll go back and ask your father!"

"Get out of here!" Wang Zhong was too lazy to argue with the two brothers.

"Hey!" Yan Jiekuang quit: "You are still reasonable!"

"Are you looking for a beating?" Wang Zhong suddenly became serious and his eyes became sharp.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang were shocked by the cold and sharp eyes that seemed to have murderous intent. Before they could speak, their father Yan Fugui followed the sound and came to the door.

"What are you two doing here!" Yan Fugui stood at the door and asked sternly.

"dad!"

"dad!"

The two brothers hurriedly ran to Yan Fugui: "Wang Zhong said this house..."

"Let's talk about it when we get back. What are you doing here to make people look embarrassed?" Before Yan Jiefang could finish speaking, Yan Fugui turned around and walked to the side room with a straight face.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

After a while, in the back room on the west side of the courtyard gate, brothers Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang looked at Yan Fugui in shock: "What, you sold the house to Wang Zhong?"

"How much did it cost?" Yan Jiekuang asked impatiently.

Yan Jiefang also looked at Yan Fugui expectantly.

Yan Fugui raised two fingers and said: "Twenty thousand!"

"What? Just twenty thousand yuan?"

"Isn't this too little?"

"Dad, you were tricked by Wang Zhong!"

When they heard that they only sold 20,000 yuan, the brothers immediately gave up. They kept saying that Yan Fugui had been cheated by Wang Zhong. The more they talked about it, the more excited they became, and they even shouted that they wanted to go to Wang Zhong for an explanation.

But the two of them were shouting loudly, but no one actually walked out.

"Okay!" Yan Fugui looked at them with a look of hatred on his face: "This is a large courtyard, you think it's a building! Besides, if you can sell it for 20,000 yuan, it's because Wang Zhong gave me, the third uncle, face.

, if you don’t believe it, go to the neighborhood and ask about the price yourself!”

Yan Fugui is such a shrewd person. How could Wang Zhong not inquire about his house in advance? When Wang Zhong first mentioned this matter to Yan Fugui, Yan Fugui had already traveled all over the South.

At Luoguxiang Grand Courtyard, I inquired about the prices clearly.

Nowadays, high-rise buildings are rising outside, and people are rushing to buy commercial housing. If a complete set of courtyard houses is on the market, they can still be sold at a higher price, but large courtyards have long become a symbol of dirty and messy.

Where is anyone willing to buy it?

For the few houses he owns, Wang Zhong can pay 20,000 yuan, which is far more than the market price.

"But 20,000 yuan is too little!" The brothers were still unwilling to give up.

Yan Fugui explained: "The 20,000 yuan is just for the side room, and this room with the reverse side is still mine."

"Dad, how do you plan to divide the 20,000 yuan?" Yan Jiekuang forced a smile and looked at Yan Fugui impatiently and asked.

The expression on Yan Fugui's face froze. Although he had already expected it in his heart, when he saw his own son's ugly face, he still couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"What's the point? I'm not dead yet!" Yan Fugui said.

Yan Fugui has finally seen through his children. Except for Yan Jiecheng who has a little bit of filial piety, the other three are all obsessed with money. In their hearts, there is no father-son affection.

"Dad, you are so old, why do you need so much money? Besides, your grandchildren are still young and have many places to spend money. Even if you don't feel sorry for your son, you should still feel sorry for them!"

"Dad, second brother is right. We don't care that the money you want is for us, but for your grandchildren to study."

The two brothers sang in harmony, and their purpose was very obvious.

Yan Fugui said: "I have my own arrangements for this money, so don't think about it."

In the past, Yan Fugui might have been persuaded by these two brothers, but now Yan Fugui has already seen through their faces.

In the evening, at nearly half past nine, Ran Qiuye took Shazhu's hand and held his little daughter in his hand, and entered the courtyard.

"Hey, Xiao Heng is practicing!" Wang Heng was wearing a vest, with sandbags tied to his forearms and calves, and he was sweating profusely from practice.

"I'm practicing, Uncle He! Aunt He! You just came back!" Wang Heng stopped what he was doing and greeted the two of them.

"Business in the store is good today, so we're a little busy late." Ran Qiuye said with a smile.

Silly Zhu said: "Where is your father?"

"I'm drawing pictures in the room!" Wang Heng pursed his lips towards the north room. On the window covered with curtains, a figure could be vaguely seen crouching in front of the table.

Silly Zhu turned to look at the west wing next to him: "Drawing decoration plans?"

"Isn't it almost done? Do you want to change it?"

Wang Heng said: "It's not a change, it's just a few additions."

The news that Wang Zhong bought the west wing of the third uncle's house has long been spread throughout the courtyard. In the past few days, several families have come to ask Wang Zhong if he still wants a house.

It's a pity that Wang Zhong didn't intend to buy the entire courtyard. The reason why he bought the west wing of Lao Yan's house was simply to convert the back room into a garage so that Wang Xinyi and Wang Heng could park their cars when they came home.

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Early the next morning, as soon as Wang Heng came back from morning exercises outside, Liu Guangfu came over.

"Good morning, Uncle Liu!!"

"Good morning! Xiao Heng still insists on doing morning exercises every day?"

"got used to."

"It's a good habit!" Liu Guangfu turned to look into the room and asked, "Is your dad at home?"

"Do you have a problem with me?" As soon as Liu Guangfu finished speaking, Wang Zhong walked out of the room.

"It's nothing. Didn't I hear that you bought the third uncle's house? I was wondering if you want my house in the backyard?"

"Want to sell the house? Can you do it for your father?" Wang Chong looked at Liu Guangfu with a smile.

The embarrassment on Liu Guangfu's face flashed away: "Although I can't be my father's boss, I can persuade him!"

Wang Zhong didn't hide anything from him: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have no plans to buy another house in our courtyard."

"Ah? Don't want to buy it?" Liu Guangfu said unwillingly, still trying hard to sell his house: "My house is much more spacious than the third uncle's house."

"Really want to sell?" Wang Zhong looked into Liu Guangfu's eyes and asked.

Liu Guangfu said: "If you don't want to sell it, why should I ask you?"

"Then let me show you a clear path. Although I won't buy it, there are still people in our courtyard who want to buy your house and can afford it."

When Liu Guangfu heard Wang Zhong's words, he immediately reacted: "Are you talking about Silly Zhu?"

"Now you are the only family in the backyard. The other houses belong to Brother Zhu. If he buys your house again, wouldn't his house turn into a small courtyard in disguise?"

When Liu Guangfu heard this, his eyes lit up instantly. He turned around and hurried into the middle courtyard without saying anything.

After breakfast, Wang Zhong was about to go out when he caught up with Qin Huairu who came back from outside pushing a bicycle with the basket in the front and the back seat full of fresh vegetables.

"Where are you going this early in the morning?" Qin Huairu smiled as soon as she saw Wang Zhong. After so many years, Qin Huairu, a woman who can raise three children, is no better than Wang Zhong and Qin Jingru.

Help and support are inseparable from relationships. If it weren't for Jia and Zhang, the two families would have been as close as one family.

But even Qin Huairu didn't know that Huasheng Heavy Industry was founded by Wang Zhong.

"Go out for a walk." Wang Zhong looked at the dishes in front of and behind the car: "This dish looks quite fresh."

"Why buy something if it's not fresh?" Qin Huairu said.

"That's true." Wang Zhong suddenly said: "By the way, how are your mother-in-law and first uncle doing recently?"

"That's it!" Speaking of Jia Zhang and Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu's wrinkled face couldn't help but reveal a bit of loneliness and helplessness: "You can't live without people around you."

Wang Zhong said: "Have you ever thought about hiring a nanny to come back and help you take care of them?"

"Why are you spending that wasted money? I can handle it on my own." Although now the three children have married, have jobs, and stable incomes, the conditions of the Jia family have not improved much. With the economic development

With the development, prices in Peiping are also rising year by year. Now, several children have their own families. The children are running around and working outside all day long just to support their families and children. Qin Huairu really doesn't want to trouble them.
To be continued...