Fuck you! There are no other messages, only this spam message can be received.

Liang Yong cursed secretly, stuffed his cell phone into his pocket, and continued to tie his pants.

I didn't want to stuff it casually, but the phone was not stuffed into my pocket and slipped from the side of my pants.

There was a "clang" sound, and he bumped on the edge of the urinal a few times, and before Liang Yong could react, he fell into the urinal.

I wipe it! This is too dark! A tragedy like dropping my phone into a cesspool actually happened to me.

Liang Yong was extremely depressed, but after a second look, he found that there was still hope. He said that this was an abandoned toilet. The urinal had been dry for many years and was full of weeds. Although the central area was now washed into a small pond by Liang Yong, his mobile phone was not dropped.

Go to the middle and slide down the wall of the pool instead.

On the way, I was blocked by a few stubborn grasses and stood on the top of the grass.

Since you didn’t fall into the shithole, let’s save your life and fish it out! Liang Yong still has a trace of nostalgia for this old Nokia mobile phone.

Liang Yong would naturally not do such a thing, lying down and picking it up with his hands. Even if it were not spread, he would be embarrassed and disgusted when he thinks about it.

Looking back, Liang Yong was ready to find two wooden sticks to clamp the phone.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find any wooden sticks, and finally my eyes were fixed on the wooden tiles on the roof of the toilet. Anyway, the roof of the toilet was already in tatters, and a lot of tiles had fallen off, so it didn't matter if I pulled out two more wooden sticks.

Liang Yong climbed up the corner of the wall, reached for the ceiling, and successfully pulled down the two wooden bars with a few pulls.

When I returned to the ground, I held a piece of wood in each hand. It felt weird. I tried a few times to clamp the phone up with the piece of wood, and then I finally tried this.

The two wooden bars are unusually heavy. One is very light, but the other is more than twice as heavy as this one.

I was moved, so I tried one piece alone and pulled it with my hand. The lighter piece broke with just a pull. It looked like the texture of the fracture was just that of ordinary fir wood, and it was already severely decayed.

The heavy one didn't bend much even though I pulled hard, it was very hard. I paid more attention to the beam, observed it carefully, and rubbed the surface of the wooden strip with stones.

Golden nanmu, this should be golden nanmu. With its texture and heavy feel, based on the knowledge that Song Youcai had instilled along the way, Liang Yong was 80% sure that this was nanmu.

What does this mean? The owner uses nan wood to build the toilet. This is too luxurious!

That shouldn't be the case. It should be that the owner used whole nanmu trees when building the house. The main materials were used in the main house, and the remaining scraps were used by carpenters in the kitchen, toilet and other side rooms. It is normal.

Nanmu has the characteristics of being immortal for thousands of years. It has been used on the roof of the toilet for more than a hundred years. It has been exposed to the sun and rain and has not deteriorated at all. It is indeed a good thing.

Liang couldn't put it down while holding the one-meter-long piece of wood in his hand. Just such a piece should be worth thousands or tens of thousands. But this thing had to be thrown away. It still belonged to someone else, and the discovery of the nanmu strips was not something that could be done.

Let the owner know.

Liang Yong thought for a while, inserted the wooden strips back into the roof, and walked out of the toilet with his cell phone.

Over there, Song Youcai had already seen the house, with a look of disappointment on his face, and said this to the owner.

"Fellow, how much do you plan to sell this house for?"

"A few days ago, a merchant from Anhui offered me one million dollars, but I didn't even sell it," the owner, Lion, said loudly.

He actually had no idea at all. After seeing the house, many merchants shook their heads and left. The highest bid was only 500,000 yuan, and that was for a newcomer. The previous day, the owner offered 500,000 yuan, but the owner still wanted to raise the price.

He said that we would talk about it tomorrow. I didn't want him to leave and then never come back the next day. Apparently he had received advice from an expert and thought that five hundred thousand was not worth it.

If such an old house is dismantled and there is no golden nanmu, the money invested will be completely wasted. Transporting a batch of ordinary rotten wood out of the mountains is not enough for the transportation and manpower.

"Haha, it's too high. I can't pay this price." Song Youcai shook his head.

He thought that even if he could get over one hundred thousand, it would be a gamble.

"But that merchant just said that he doesn't seem to be sincere in wanting to buy it, and that group of people are not very authentic. I don't dare to deal with them. If you really want it, Boss Song, I can lower the price a little bit." The owner looked at it.

Song Youcai's expression softened.

"Fellow, let me be honest. The most I can pay for your house is 100,000 yuan, and I'm willing to bet on it. There's no real value for houses in the Republic of China!" Song Youcai sighed.

"This... is too little. Other houses in the surrounding area are not as good as mine. They can sell for as low as 300,000 yuan, and many of them have not taken out the real ingredients." The owner was greatly disappointed. He could not accept such a result.

"Is this okay? If I can find a piece of real information when I demolish the house, I will give you 300,000 yuan. 99% of you have no real information here. I am completely gambling. I threw in the 100,000 yuan, plus please

The cost of manual demolition of the house and identification was calculated to be less than 150,000 yuan. If I didn’t get the real materials, I would lose everything." Song Youcai said generously.

When they buy a house, they don't buy the foundation and real estate, but the wood inside. After dismantling the house, they take away the useful wood, and the rest still belongs to the owner. Even if such an old house is not sold, it will eventually fall into disrepair and collapse. At that time,

But it's not even worth a penny.

"No, this price is too low. No matter how ugly it is, you can give me 300,000 yuan for a fixed price. Otherwise, I would rather wait and see." The owner was unwilling to accept it.

Although this was the truth, the merchants who came to the mountain recently came one after another, and he thought that he would always encounter a newbie who made a fool of himself. It would be a pity to sell it for 100,000 yuan.

Liang Yong watched their business collapse, feeling very anxious. This kind of business is like this. If you don't reach an agreement today, if you come back the next day, even if there are no other merchants, the owner will sit down and raise the price.

"300,000 is too high. This business can't be done." Song Youcai shook his head. Although he was rich, he couldn't throw away 300,000 in vain. He didn't do this in business.

These words made Liang Yong feel chilled in his heart. No! We can't wait any longer and this business must be completed. Even if the loss is only more than 300,000 yuan, I will pay the money myself.

That piece of golden nanmu was too tempting for the beam. Judging from the quality of the scraps, as long as a piece of genuine material could be removed, it would be worth at least one million. The profit margin is quite huge.

Seeing that Song Youcai was about to pack up his tools and leave, Liang Yong tried his best to suppress his turbulent heart.

There is a trademark smile on his face, which can be regarded as a silly smile to outsiders.

"Hey, Brother Song, I saw that the five ginkgo trees in the yard are nearly a hundred years old. They are more than 50 centimeters in diameter. The price of these trees in Huadu is more than 50,000 yuan. If we can't buy a house, we will use these live

You can make a fortune by buying the tree back." Liang Yong sighed loudly.
Chapter completed!