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Chapter 1 Cloud Village

Chapter 1 Yuncun [New book please collect and recommend!]

Baiyun City.

The huge urban village located on the edge of the city center is the best choice for many office workers. The rent here is not expensive and it is located on the edge of the city center, within the second ring road and on the edge of the first ring road.

Baiyun City has the largest floating population. It is lively and mixed. There are many three- and four-story self-built houses. Each house is like a honeycomb, separated by several dozen

There are rooms with different square meters. The smallest one can only accommodate a bed, while the larger one has a bathroom.

For this kind of house, the main thing is that it is cheap. Apart from being cheap, there is nothing else.

Every day, a large number of landlords and second-time landlords come to the village entrance to recruit tenants, holding paper boxes with rental letters written on them.

Whenever a young person inquires about renting a house, the ladies and gentlemen rush to him. The ragged ladies on the street next door don't dare to steal customers like this.

This is what Yuncun looks like.

At this moment, a young man wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of light-colored jeans with a sunny face was surrounded by a group of aunts.

There was an awkward smile on his handsome face, and he was almost slapped in the face by the sign in their hand.

The boss looked at him, then nodded and pointed to the QR code.

Although I didn’t spend a dime, I was really hungry after watching it.

Seeing Song Ci smile, the uncle slapped his forehead and complained a little to himself. How could he forget about the worldly ways as he got older? This young man has such a strong self-esteem!

This is the first time I have encountered such an unupright young man. He haggled for an hour and refused to leave. He continued to bargain. The contract was unreasonable here and there.

The landlord is not short of money, Song Ci thought silently.

A pack of cigarettes costs 100 yuan. This is the consumption level of adults.

After looking at the backpack and suitcase a few more times, I just felt that the fakes nowadays are made to look like real ones, which is not kind.

Song Ci looked around in the yard again, and the uncle followed the explanation throughout. He took out a pack of ten-yuan cigarettes and started to beautify and express the features of the house.

"This is also raised by tenant 002. They have raised flowers so well, and they must be careful in raising children. Young man, are you single? Seize the opportunity when you are single. A good house is as rare as a good woman." The uncle kept chattering.

Children play with mobile phones, but old men understand the Internet.

He raised turtles and didn't keep them alive, and he didn't even raise cacti. They were like pure waste. At home, only the things raised by his sister were the best.

After spending an hour talking to the uncle until his mouth was dry, the uncle agreed to pay a hundred yuan less, took out the contract he had with him, signed the contract, and had his fingerprints pressed.

Looking at the attentive Song Ci, the uncle chatted with him: "Character, right?"

Song Ci: "."

Stopping at the entrance of a supermarket, Song Cicai walked in. Every time he chose daily necessities, he would choose between brands for a long time, often choosing high-end products. When he finally selected the goods and checked out, the boss smiled and said: "

Chenghui 890!”

"I believe your bag is fake!" After receiving the money, the uncle was filled with emotion.

Song Ci smiled, but he didn't expect the uncle to continue: "I just said it looks familiar. It looks similar to the one at home."

The place where Song Ci rented a house was at the foot of Yuncun Mountain. Just up the mountain, there was a small street with people coming and going ten meters away. The alley was full of food.

In this era, everyone is an island, and many of their neighbors don’t know each other.

The young man's voice was not loud, but he was calm, and his speaking rhythm was very friendly. After saying this, the ladies calmed down and stopped their crazy sales.

"I'm the A-grade guy!" Song Ci replied with a smile, and began to check the house, wiring, water and electricity, furniture and appliances, ceilings, doors, door locks, etc.

"Thank you, I don't know how to do this, just do it yourself!"

Hey!

Having been a boss for so many years, I have gained a lot of experience.

It wasn't until the last uncle showed him a house not far from the village entrance that Song Ci felt somewhat satisfied. It had a small courtyard filled with green plants, a one-bedroom-one-living layout, and good lighting.

The furniture and appliances are complete. Although they are a bit old, they are fully equipped.

Pooh!

We purchased a lot of things, including bedding, toiletries, and daily necessities. It was such a mess that it was getting dark before we even bought everything.

Young people, stay online less!

After Song Ci left with the big and small bags, the boss thought of the mobile phone he had just taken out, curled his lips and sighed: "Rich people are so picky!"

cut!

In an instant, many aunts and uncles left, leaving only a few people.

Yuncun is built on the mountain. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the vertical distance is about a few hundred meters. It takes a lot of time to walk to the top of the mountain on a winding road.

Using a mobile phone worth RMB 20,000 to RMB 30,000, he cut off his profit of RMB 80.

"Finally, we have a place to stay." Stretching, Song Ci looked at the well-raised phoenix and those delicate plants, and felt that the other party was indeed a careful person.

boss:??

Instead of being indulging in the handsome guys, the young man expressed his request: "I want to find a house with a yard, preferably one bedroom and one living room, complete with household appliances, and the decoration should not be too bad. I want the landlord to rent it directly."

Yes, the rent is subject to one deposit and one payment.”

"1,300 a month, one deposit, one payment, water and electricity will be taken care of by yourself, damage compensation will be compensated, and the contract will start in one year." The uncle's business is very professional, and his tone is very smooth.

Song Ci suddenly thought of what a friend in a health care product company said: Shabi, the richest people are those uncles and aunts. Even if they don't have money, their children are rich.

In the middle of the process, Song Ci also changed a lot of places, and the writing was completely different. The uncle was completely convinced.

"I'm attracted by the fact that I'll give you a month's free electricity bill." Out of compensation and fear that the customer would run away, the uncle took out a pack of pandas from his pocket and handed one to Song Ci.

Who doesn’t want a customer to be taken advantage of?

Song Ci just smiled and wasn't angry.

In addition, they spoke politely, and the aunts did not mind the difficult climb, so they took him to see the house. Song Ci, dragging his suitcase and carrying a blue backpack, followed behind them.

Song Ci discovered that he had a different evaluation of the tenant. She didn't say a word about the other girl. Instead, he mentioned raising flowers several times.

When sending the uncle away, Song Ci was reminded by him to pay the rent on time.

He has a cheerful and sunny smile, a bit like first love. He looks handsome, tall and has obvious muscle outline. He looks like a very lovable young man.

Walking on the small street, Song Ci looked left and right, asking from time to time how much vegetables cost, from time to time the price of meat, and occasionally looking at various snacks.

"Two thousand and two, sign the contract immediately!" Song Ci bargained.

It's very lively. It's only the afternoon, and there's a lot of traffic. There are stalls and shops lined up one after another, and all kinds of aromas are coming out. Coupled with the hawking of the vendors, fireworks are coming out spontaneously.

Song Ci looked up and saw a four-story building. The uncle had made a fortune.

"Eight hundred!" Song Ci slashed directly.

"Auntie, come one by one, come one by one!"

It's not that there aren't people who go into the supermarket to bargain, but there are really very few. They just look at the fraction of a few dollars. This is the first time he has encountered a young man who is so ruthless when he first meets someone.

"Boss, what's the difference between talking about profits in front of customers and talking about wool quantity when shearing sheep? One hundred yuan is a lot for one person to earn, thousands a day!" Song Ci smiled.

"Handsome guy, you're not interested anymore, our profits are thin!" The boss kept smiling and sounded a little unhappy.

"A few aunts and uncles are tired. Please take me to see the house. If it is suitable, I will make a decision today." Song Ci replied with a smile.

Suppressing the slightest curiosity in his heart, Song Ci began to ask about the price.

"Hey, young man, is this a donkey brand bag?" The uncle looked at Song Ci's backpack that was casually thrown on the sofa. After taking a closer look, he discovered what brand it was.

Did Song Ci lose his house on the top of the mountain, or his house halfway up the mountain? It was too difficult to climb.

Song Ci looked at the well-raised succulent, and he was not that interested in the girl the uncle mentioned.

Pointing to the two houses with closed doors opposite, the uncle said: "These two houses are inhabited by very beautiful girls, who are pretty and stand out. You are also a young man. Those who are near the water and the towers get the moon first.

There is definitely no need to say more, sir."

Conditions can always filter and select some people. Things like renting a house are still a buyer's market before the rent is paid.

Sitting on the small sofa, holding the beef noodles he bought from outside, Song Ci took off the rainbow-colored watch on his wrist and put it aside. Looking at the big boss who was shot in the head by an ashtray on the TV, Song Ci subconsciously

Touched his head.

"It's so hard!" He muttered to himself and started to lick his lips.

As soon as I finished my first bite, I heard a ding.

A new book has launched, I hope you all like it, and I wish you all can find a wife who will struggle for fifty years less.
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