Author: Pure Eleven

Si Nian suddenly felt like she had been fooled, making her appear like a clown in front of Gu Jingyun.

You can kiss him if you want. He is the big boss and can do whatever he wants!

If he had known that he would be taken advantage of, Si Nian would rather be caught in the rain and catch a cold than stop Gu Jingyun's car.

Thinking of this, Si Nian stretched out his hand, turned around, rubbed his lips hard with the back of his hand, and walked into the elevator faster.

There happened to be the cleaning master's sweeper at the elevator entrance. Si Nian took off his expensive suit jacket and threw it over without hesitation.

Gu Jingyun hung up the phone and got out of the car. He looked around and saw no trace of Si Nian anywhere.

Gu Jingyun did not rush upstairs, but stood there with his hands on his belt, looking around aimlessly, and finally fixed his eyes on the suit jacket that was put on the arm of the building cleaner.

Gu Jingyun frowned slightly, and for a moment he didn't know how to describe his mood at this time.

When Wen Dong took back the coat that already had wrinkles and a few oil stains, Gu Jingyun stared at the coat and suddenly laughed.

"Mr. Gu, jacket..."

"Send it to the dry cleaners."

"yes!"

It’s the end of August, and it’s early autumn in Dongcheng.

After sending off Grandma Wang next door to her new home on Xuefu Road last week, Si Nian began to pack up the things at home.

She has sealed all the things left by her grandparents in the study room, and is waiting for the neighborhood committee to bring people from the exhibition hall to sign for them.

Most of the things in other rooms were purchased after Si Nian moved in.

Starting last week, she also registered some of these things, such as furniture and appliances, that could not be taken away with the property, and took photos of the actual items and instructions.

The property here will give some useful things to those organizations or individuals in need through low sales or donations.

Today is Saturday, and in the morning, the stevedores have already dismantled the three air conditioners in the house and transported them away.

After autumn, the weather in Dongcheng is already very cool in the morning and evening, so air conditioners are no longer of use.

After seeing off the loading and unloading master, Si Nian went to the neighborhood committee to sign the final details of the demolition agreement and confirmed the transfer time of the money.

The house where Si Nian lives did not participate in the replacement, but chose to be bought out in one go.

After evaluation, the developer will send Si Nian 4.56 million in two batches. After signing today, the first 2 million will be received soon.

"Young people are just acting on their whims. They only look at the present and don't look at the long term. You can't even buy a house in a good location with your money, so what's the use of money!"

After coming out of the neighborhood committee, Si Nian met Uncle Feng. When he was young, he burned boilers in a research institute. Later, he encountered organizational reforms, transferred to a formal job, and was assigned a house.

Uncle Feng caused quite a stir during this demolition. His two sons are both migrant workers, so it is not easy to own a house. In the past few decades, a family of four living in a unit of more than 70 square meters was quite comfortable.

Later, when the children grew up and the housing prices in Dongcheng increased, it was impossible for ordinary working people to afford a house.

Uncle Feng's two sons got married, and they all lived in the same house with the old couple.

A dozen or so people were crowded into a two-bedroom unit, and there was no time to relax as they banged and bumped around with pots and pans every day.

Uncle Feng's wife went there last year, and Grandma Wang, who went to express condolences, came back and sighed with Sinian.

"In addition to the bed, there are boxes at home. The two children do their homework lying on the bed."

As soon as the demolition team came down, Uncle Feng took his two sons and his wife to make a fuss by beating gongs and drums in order to get more housing and demolition money.
Chapter completed!