1990s: Spring Water Family

Chapter 39 Where are the beauties?
"show off!"

Gu Bin couldn't stand his smugness, so he kicked him from behind.

"envy!"

Wang Fan patted the footprints on his pants and provoked relentlessly: "You're just jealous, you can't stand seeing me shine in front of a beautiful woman."

Where are the beauties?

Gu Bin scoffed.

"Class monitor, he said you're not a beauty."

Wang Fan seized the opportunity to quickly sow discord between him and others.

“I’m definitely not a beauty in his eyes.”

Lin Xiyu felt a sudden, inexplicable discomfort: "Who can compare to Zhang Xiaoqian? She can play the violin, is beautiful, and comes from a wealthy family. Even the homeroom teacher joked that she and someone else are a perfect match, a match made in heaven."

"Where's the vinegar smell coming from? It's so sour."

Gu Bin chuckled, his laughter carrying a deeper meaning.

"Who's being sour? That's just a fact."

Lin Xiyu's ears turned red, and she glared at him, thinking she was being very fierce.

Her shy and annoyed expression posed absolutely no threat.

Gu Bin looked at her with amusement, letting out a pleasant laugh from his throat.

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No. 9 Donghua Street.

After the TV crew left, the courtyard quieted down. Taking advantage of the absence of outsiders, Aunt and Uncle went to the noodle workshop to discuss buying a house with Grandpa Wang and his son.

"Director Zhang of the neighborhood committee said that Yan Hao is a real scoundrel. He's sticking to a price of 200,000 yuan and won't budge no matter how we try to persuade him."

Grandpa Wang sighed, "Two hundred thousand is no small sum. There's no way the three of us can afford it." "Besides, the resettlement houses are all residential buildings, which are inconvenient for us to run a small business. Even if we move back, we'll have to find another shop."

Mr. Wang's son looked apologetic: "So my dad and I discussed it. Since there's no hope of moving back, there's no need to argue with him anymore. It's better to rely on ourselves than to beg others. Instead of putting up with his attitude, we should take this time to go out and look for a suitable house. As long as the price is right, we'll accept it even if it's a bit remote or far away."

The aunt's expression changed, and she could not hide her anxiety: "If your family doesn't buy, then it's just the two of us and Dashan's families, so there's even less hope."

"Don't rush."

Uncle patted Aunt on the shoulder to comfort her: "Isn't Dafeng's boyfriend from the provincial government? Maybe he can punish Yan Hao and make him less arrogant."

"Ugh."

The aunt was more worried than pleased, and even more depressed: "It was alright before, but I just had a fight with Dafeng a few days ago. I really can't bring myself to beg her again."

"Freedom of buying and selling."

Grandpa Wang had no hope: "Even if his partner works for the provincial government, he can't use his power to bully people or force them to buy or sell; that's illegal."

"We definitely can't do anything illegal."

Before she could finish speaking, the door to the noodle workshop opened from the outside, and Zhang Dafeng's boyfriend entered the courtyard at that moment, appearing in front of the two families: "However, their asking price is too high, which has disrupted the market order, and the demolition office will not agree to give them such high compensation."

"Oh, Director Xu, you've arrived."

My uncle's eyes lit up, and he greeted me with a smile.

Zhang Dafeng's boyfriend, Xu Wei, is 32 years old and works as a section chief in a provincial government department.

Although my aunt's husband was forty-four years old, a decade older than him, he still showed the respect due to the need for his help.

"Brother Liu, don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Unexpectedly, Xu Wei was very polite to him, a stark contrast to his behavior a few days ago: "That brat Yan Hao took the opportunity to retaliate, asking for an exorbitant price. He can forget about it. I've already found out that the municipal government has clearly stipulated that the compensation for this demolition is 600 yuan per square meter. Grandpa Huang's house, including the yard, is only about 210 square meters, so it's worth at most 13 yuan. If the three families split the cost, we still have a chance to buy it."

(End of this chapter)