ing a house

Zhao Liang has recently developed a habit. Whenever a police car drives by or sees wearing police uniforms on the road, he will involuntarily go and see if it is Zhao Zhenxue.

Most of the time, his actions were just subconscious, futile, and wasted time and energy, similar to the result of his search for a job.

I have submitted my resume for several days and received a lot of interviews, but I have not had satisfactory results. The distance is not enough, the distance is too bad, the salary is not enough, and the salary is low cannot survive.

Zhao Liang walked out of an office building in a disheartened manner. He just applied for a test engineer from a communications service company here. Of course, he didn't know what communications service was, nor did he know what testing engineer was. He didn't even know what a decent and fake mobile phone was. The only reason he applied for this position was that it was in the city center and it was included in it.

Before the interview, he had already made up his mind that if the interviewer asked him to give him treatment, he must answer: "According to the company's standards." If the interviewer asked him if he could work overtime, he must answer; "Young people should hone themselves in overtime."

As for professional issues, he already had a good answer in his mind: "The communications industry is a brand new field for me. Although I don't know much about this, after being trained by university experience, I have already possessed good learning ability. I believe..."

The interviewer did ask him the above questions and was very satisfied with his answer.

"The last question is that our company has a project in Heilongjiang, which just happens to require a young person... I don't know if you want it or not... Why don't you go back and think about it carefully and give me a reply before noon tomorrow."

"Are I too picky or..." After going out, Zhao Liang thought of this question again, and he was still confused.

Touching the small change in his hand, Zhao Liang walked into an Internet cafe. When he was registering with his ID card, he saw a sign hanging on the side of the cashier: "Recruiting Internet management, including food and accommodation..."

Life is fair. When he closes a door for you, he will leave a window for you. Zhao Liang, who became an Internet administrator on the first day, recalled this famous saying and felt something.

Next to Ningzhou University, in front of an ordinary apartment, a police car stopped swiping. Chen Jing poked his head out of the driver's seat and said, "It's here."

Chen Jing works as a real estate agent and is an old classmate in high school with Hua Tingting's mother. Because of this relationship, when Hua Tingting came to her and said she wanted to rent a house, she recommended the best house she had on hand to the other party without saying a word.

"Three bedrooms and one living room, water heater, broadband, TV, refrigerator, kitchen, air conditioner... are all ready-made and can be lived in after moving in. The landlord has gone abroad and heard that he is planning to settle in Canada. This house is entrusted to us for the price. It is easy to discuss. Since he is Tingting's friend, it must be lower than the average market price..."

Chen Jing was introducing, while opening the door and introducing, Yifan followed behind and looked around curiously. If we only looked at it from the perspective of living, it was indeed very good for ordinary people. The bricks and stones on the ground were smooth enough to see people, and the walls were also snow-white and spotless. Compared to the small room that Zhou Feng rented before, it was simply a difference between heaven and earth.

"The rent is 2,500, which was originally a three-deposit, but since it is Tingting's friend, you can also choose to pay monthly." Chen Jing said while signing the contract.

"What is Fu Sanbao Yi?" Yifan was a little confused.

"That's..." Zhao Zhenxue gave Yifan free popular science.

"That's it." Yifan understood a little, the difference was that it was paid every three months and every month, but he couldn't understand what was rare. Naturally, the less trouble, the better. "Can you pay it for one year first?"

"One year?" Chen Jing was a little surprised.

Zhao Zhenxue lowered her head and coughed. Yifan immediately received it and used consciousness detection on her: "Pay on a monthly basis."

Yifan immediately changed his words: "Forget it, let's pay monthly."

After Chen Jing left with the contract, Yifan temporarily had the right to use the house for one month.

"Why do you have to pay monthly? Isn't it troublesome?" Ivan asked strangely.

"Zhou Feng has just started working for less than a year. He can get so much money there at once. The rent for a month here is almost as good as my entire salary. When the police investigate, this is a suspicion." When Zhao Zhenxue said this, she seemed to have not regarded herself as a police officer at all.

"The police here are so amazing." Yifan thought for a moment and understood, "It's so convenient to have a bank, and everyone knows how much money they make."

"Give me all the money for the time being." Zhao Zhenxue said, "If you want to use the money in the future, you will tell me directly. If you really spend money like you, the problem will be found soon."

"Are you planning to launder money?" Ivan asked.

"Do you still know about money laundering?" Zhao Zhenxue was a little surprised, "It seems that you have learned it very quickly."

"Yes, I've checked these on Baidu."

"It seems that Baidu will be made into a real-name system in the future." Zhao Zhenxue joked, but seeing Ivan's puzzled look, he knew that he could not understand it yet. "So you are planning to launder money by yourself?"

"right".

"Then how did you plan to launder money?"

“Buy stocks.”

"You have to go through the bank to buy stocks." Zhao Zhenxue reminded.

Ivan grabbed his head: "I don't know this yet, it seems that it won't work."

"In fact, stock trading is also OK, but the risk is too high and there will be losses..."

"No, I have prophetic magic."

"What kind of magic is prophetic magic?" Zhao Zhenxue said speechlessly.

"that is……"

"Then can you predict when the end of the earth will be?" Zhao Zhenxue couldn't help but care after hearing this.

"I don't have that ability yet."

Zhao Zhenxue looked at the room full of books in front of her. Although she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't believe it.

The scene in front of me was the house Ivan rented in Luyuan Community, but now she looked out the window and was in the Jinhu Community next to Ningzhou University.

Zhao Zhenxue is now in Yifan's new house, facing the place that should have been a wall. Now, it seems to have become a painting, and the content of the painting is Yifan's room in the Luyuan Community.

If this is a painting, it may be the most real painting in the world, because as Zhao Zhenxue's perspective moves, different directions can be displayed in the painting accordingly. Zhao Zhenxue curiously stretched out her fingers to the painting. She looked at her fingers in surprise and entered the painting in front of her as if they were entering the water. She moved, and the fingers in the painting also moved. Zhao Zhenxue finally realized that this was not a painting!

In fact, this is more like a door.

In fact, this is a door.

"What is this magic called?" Zhao Zhenxue asked Ivan who had already entered the door.

Ivan walked out of the book in his hand and said, "Space connection, why are you watching? Go in and help me move it."

Zhao Zhenxue was a little bit instinctively afraid: "What if I go halfway and it suddenly disappears?"

"Are you referring to magic collapse?" Ivan smiled, "Don't worry, no, I haven't had such an accident in hundreds of years."

Only when you can feel at ease will there be a ghost when you hear this.

"Have you ever had such a thing before?" Zhao Zhenxue was even more worried when she heard it. "You haven't answered me yet. What would happen if it was as you said, and it was halfway through, and it would collapse."

Ivan casually took out a piece of draft paper from the space, then put half of the paper into the "space connection" in front of him, canceling the magic.

Only half of the paper was left. Zhao Zhenxue took the paper and saw that it broke out abnormally smoothly. Zhao Zhenxue looked at the paper and imagined that she was suddenly turned into two halves...

Ivan opened the space connection again and continued to crawl in to move books. Zhao Zhenxue asked with a pale face: "This magic is so dangerous, why don't you use the space gate directly?"

Ivan had already demonstrated it to her before.

"The space gate is also dangerous," Ivan paused and replied, "It may be worse than the space connection." Ivan seemed to think of something he didn't want to think about, and his face looked a little ugly.

"Have you met it before?" Zhao Zhenxue asked carefully.

"How is that possible," Ivan denied, "then I can't survive, I'm a friend of mine."

"What did he do? Did you pronounce the magic spell wrong?"

"No, he is wrong, he is wrong, he is wrong."

"Did you think it right? What's going on?"

"At most, he could not release magic. At that time, he fought with another mage. The moment he released the space door, the other party locked his storage space with a space connection, just like this." Ivan casually took a green plastic broom placed next to the door, and then used the space connection to the middle of the broom.

A strange piece of the middle part of the broom disappeared, but the upper part was still half standing in the air, forming a very strange picture.

"Hand of Space." Yifan said to the broom. He was actually saying it for Zhao Zhenxue to hear it. The broom disappeared instantly and then appeared in another corner of the room. But it had already broken into two parts from the middle.

Zhao Zhenxue looked at the broom broken into two pieces on the ground, and her face looked ugly.

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