Courtyard House: Passing through the Silly Pillar, Activating the Blessed Cave Heaven

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Seeing He Yuzhu's hesitant manner, Shang Zhirong said directly, "Just say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush."

"Master, if you want to sell the house, your disciple is willing to buy it."

"I've practiced my skills in this courtyard for four years, and I have a deep affection for it. I don't want to see it ruined." He Yuzhu finally mustered up the courage to express his thoughts.

"You?" Shang Zhirong raised an eyebrow. "Do you have that much money? This courtyard was bought by my father after he worked as Li Lianying's bodyguard for ten years. It has two courtyards and more than twenty rooms in total."

Even if you become a head chef after decades of training, you, an apprentice who hasn't even officially graduated, might not be able to afford it.

Do you have other ways to make money?

"You don't need to worry about the money. In short, I can provide clean and legal funds."

Based on current market prices, the three main rooms are worth approximately 300 million yuan, the side rooms are worth 150 million yuan, and the entire courtyard is worth between 2600 million and 2700 million yuan.

I won't take advantage of you. I'll give you 4000 million, including the furniture in the yard. The extra money is my way of showing my respect to you.

Shang Zhirong stared intently at He Yuzhu, suddenly feeling that this apprentice was becoming increasingly unfathomable.

He often brought over chicken and duck eggs, and I always thought it was because he was a cook and it was convenient for him to get these things. Now it seems that things are probably not that simple.

But everyone has their own secrets, and asking too many questions can damage the relationship between master and disciple.

"Since you've said that, I won't be coy anymore."

Let's pick a suitable day and go to the housing management office to complete the transfer procedures.

"Thank you, Master! If you ever come to Beijing again, this will always be your home."

A few days later, He Yuzhu followed his master Shang Zhirong to the housing management office to complete the transfer procedures and received the property certificate with his name on it.

He boasted to his master, "Master, you've really lost out this time. In a few decades, the money I paid today probably won't even buy a single brick in this yard."

Seeing his smug expression, Shang Zhirong reached out and pinched his arm.

"Master, I was wrong, please be gentle!" He Yuzhu immediately begged for mercy.

"Let's go, we've finished our business, it's time to go back." Shang Zhirong let go of his hand only after seeing that he admitted his mistake.

After the Lantern Festival, Widow Bai returned to Beijing as promised.

After a long separation, He Daqing, a middle-aged man who had been single for many years, was extremely excited to be reunited with his family.

In the afternoon, taking advantage of the restaurant's lull, he secretly slipped away to the White Widow's residence. As soon as he entered, he grabbed her and started touching her inappropriately.

"Hey girl, I've missed you so much! Let me get intimate with you."

"Brother He, it's still daylight, please don't do this..."

Before Widow Bai could finish speaking, He Daqing picked her up by the waist and threw her onto the kang (a heated brick bed). Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he pounced on her.

Six minutes later, He Daqing lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) with a cigarette in his mouth. The widow Bai nestled in his arms and said sweetly, "Brother He, you are really amazing."

"Of course, I'm still got it."

"You said you were going to marry me, so when are we going to get married? If others find out we're still living together without any official status, how am I supposed to face them?"

"Don't rush, wait a few more days. I, He Daqing, always keep my word."