"Dad." At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhang Mu pushed open the door of his master's room. His father was lying on the bed watching TV. Zhang Yunfei turned around and smiled and said, "What's wrong, son?"
"This is the living expenses this month, a total of 6,000 yuan, of which 1,000 were paid by the fat man." Zhang Mu handed over the banknotes he had just taken out of the bank.
My father frowned and did not take the stack of banknotes. Instead, he turned around and asked, "Tell me honestly, does this money come from the right path? You always say that games can make money, but why do I think it is so unreliable? Oh, your mother and I work from 9 to 5 every day, and we only earn 4,000 yuan a month. You kid are almost 10,000 yuan a month. Money is indeed a good thing, but it must come from the right path. Didn't you learn some hacker and attack the bank? I warn you..."
Zhang Mu interrupted his father with a smile: "Look at what you said, it would be fine if your son had this ability. This is really what the three of us earned from playing games. Don't worry, I have never done anything that is harmful to the world before, and I will not do it in the future."
Zhang Yunfei held the money in his hand and weighed it slowly, saying: "The small money comes slowly, but don't worry when you spend it. I always feel light and fluttering..."
"Hehe, you and mom have worked hard for most of your life. It's time to enjoy it. Didn't I say it long ago?" Zhang Mu grabbed his hair and turned around and was about to leave. His father called him: "Boy, Lao Wang has moved out of the building, do you know?"
"Grandpa Wang? When did it happen?" Zhang Mu was stunned for a moment. His family lived on the third floor. The 'Old Wangtou' mentioned by his father was a single old man with a bad temper. When he was a child, Zhang Mu and Fatty were rather naughty. Grandpa Wang chased them with sticks a lot.
"Ten days ago." Zhang Yunfei stretched out and said, "I was thinking, since you can make money in games, you might as well rent it upstairs as a career. It doesn't matter if you listen to you young people making noises late in the middle of the night every day. I don't care. Your mother feels light and you can hear a little sound. It doesn't matter if she wakes up, and I don't want to sleep. Alas, I heard her chanting in my ear early in the morning, I'm so annoyed!"
"Lease the empty house above the building? Is it really OK?" Zhang Mu was stunned. He had never thought of leaving home. Moreover, what does his father mean by "doing his career"? He had already acquiesced to play games by himself?
"What's wrong? Just go downstairs while eating! If it's really stable, your logistics will be borne by your mother and I!" Zhang Yunfei smiled, turned over and went downstairs, patted Zhang Mu's shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to find the landlord and see the house." After that, he stuffed the money into his pants' pocket, bulging.
First floor, landlord's house—
"Old Chen, Lao Chen opens the door! It's me, Lao Zhang." Zhang Yunfei patted the door. After a while, a man in his early fifties walked out of it. His hair was a little sparse, bloodshot in his eyes, and he yawned repeatedly: "Ah, Lao Chen, today is only the beginning of the month, and the rent is only paid in the middle of the month..."
"I'll give you Midea, and I'll pay the rent on my own initiative. Yesterday you played mahjong all night again." Zhang Yunfei and Zhang Mu were welcomed into the house.
The landlord Lao Chen said depressedly: "Isn't that true? He was too lucky and lost more than 2,000 yuan."
Zhang Yunfei got to the point and said, "Old Wang's house is still empty now, my son wants to rent him."
"Oh? Why don't you live together? Oh, I understand. Have a girlfriend, good boy, you can." The landlord Lao Chen smiled at Zhang Mu, turned to find the keys to himself. Zhang Yunfei laughed behind him: "People in their fifties should not make such jokes in front of children. My son is a career person. Do you think they are all like yours?"
"Okay, don't mention my prodigal son! I know how to get into trouble all day long. Why did my Chen family make such a thing? You know that he is like this now. He should really be strangled to death at the beginning!" The landlord Lao Chen said, "Let's go upstairs and take a look. Lao Wang has a cleanliness, the room is quite clean, and the furniture is still there. If you really want to rent it, just scrape it and replace the furniture."
The group of three went upstairs.
As the landlord Lao Chen said, the interior is spotless, with 3 bedrooms, 1 living room and 1 kitchen. The hall alone has 80 square meters. The master room also has a bathroom, TV and air conditioning.
"Oh my God, the house where Grandpa Wang lives is too big, right?" Zhang Mu was speechless. An old man actually lived in such a good house, which was luxurious!
The landlord Lao Chen introduced, and said, "Old Wang's son is very capable. I heard that he is doing well in Beijing. After working hard for ten years, he finally bought a small villa in the suburbs of Beijing. Now, he just got the decoration and let him enjoy the happiness. The old man has never used this air conditioner. Take it away. It doesn't match the style of his son's villa, so he had to stay." The landlord Lao Chen said to Zhang Yunfei, "That is, your son of Lao Zhang wants to rent a house. If it is someone else, I will charge him at least 4,000 yuan a month for a 160-yuan house with three qi and all-energy velocity!"
"Hey, Lao Chen, with our friendship, you can't hack us!" Zhang Yunfei put his landlord Lao Chen's shoulder and turned into the kitchen and discussed in a low voice.
Zhang Mu looked around, but he was thinking about something else. He said to himself: "If I had bought a villa for ten years, I would have been spending my father's retirement. If it were me, two years would have been enough..."
Just as he was thinking, the landlord Lao Chen and his father came out, Lao Chen snorted, "Hey! I'm so good, right? Two thousand a month! You have to invite me to drink tonight!"
"Shu, what is wine? Isn't it just water? Drink it, who is afraid of who? No, here is 4,000, pay one for a month, bet one, is it refreshing?"
The landlord Lao Chen, who took the money, didn't even count it, stuffed it into his pants and threw the key to him with a smile: "That's all!"
"Dad, that money is for you..." Zhang Mu was anxious.
Zhang Yunfei interrupted his son and walked over to take his shoulders: "What's wrong? Isn't it okay to be my son who spends money? Stop talking nonsense and do it well! Your job is considered an emerging industry. If you don't go out, your mother and I will be at ease! Come on!"
Zhang Mu was so moved that he didn't know what to say. After silently following his father out of the room and bid farewell to the landlord Lao Chen, Zhang Yunfei smiled and said, "I'll buy a few buckets of paint and scrape it again. As for the bed, don't move the ready-made ones. Change the mattress and ask your mother to sew a bed cover for you. Well, such a big house, it will take a week to do it."
"Dad, just let me do something like shattering Dabai. Isn't it just to use a brush to paint the wall? I can do it! You'd better take a rest."
"No, you young people are clumsy, you can help." Zhang Yunfei shook his head and entered the room.
Chapter completed!