His face was not very good-looking. He stopped talking after entering the room and exchanging greetings for a few words. His face was sullen and he looked unhappy.
"Brother, just tell me if you have anything to do. I will definitely help you if I can." Hua Qiang said.
At first he thought that Mr. Wang was here to congratulate him, but now it was obvious that was not the case. He could also guess that it must have something to do with the unfilial children at home.
"Hey, then I'll tell you straight." Mr. Wang said: "You also saw that Wang Dong asked me to sell the house. I thought it was just him, but I didn't expect that all the children came yesterday.
Even better than the Chinese New Year.”
Mr. Wang sneered: "They heard about Wang Dong and were afraid that he would take all the money from selling the house, so they all came to watch me sell the house."
It’s not that he doesn’t want to sell it, it’s that no one is watching 24 hours a day.
What if one day the old man fails to make the right move and suddenly sells the house and gives all the money to one of his children?
I can't see it, the house is in the old man's name alone.
So it's better to watch him sell the house. Under everyone's nose, it's clear how much he sold it for, and then everyone divides it.
This idea has always existed, but before, everyone thought that they would sell the house after the old man was gone.
Now that Wang Dong has this idea, he can't wait any longer.
Otherwise nothing would happen without them!
Several of his children forced him to sell the house, but no one wanted him.
The house was sold and he had no place to live, so several people pushed him back and forth. The boss asked him to go to the second child's house, the second child asked him to go to the third child's house, and the third child asked him to go to the fourth child's house...
Mr. Wang felt chilled for a moment and decided to sell the house.
Now that the house is sold, they have nothing to worry about anymore, so they don't have to come to him often to poke his lungs!
"Selling the house? Then where will you live in the future?" Hua Qiang chatted with him: "Your children are so old, and you are already a grandfather. What they said at your son's house doesn't matter. You go,
It's even more like living under someone else's roof and listening to someone else's orders."
Mr. Wang's eldest son and grandson are several years old.
"I know, but I can't help it." Mr. Wang said: "Now that this matter has begun, believe it or not, if this house is not sold, they will come to make trouble every day! Maybe they are planning to make me angry to death!
Die early and divide your house!"
The more I talked about it, the more heartbroken I became, and tears almost fell from my eyes.
Hua Qiang couldn't bear to look at it.
"Sell it, sell it, how much do you want to sell it for? I bought it," Hua Qiang said.
Mr. Wang is also a person who has experienced great storms, and he quickly calmed down: "As for the market price, I asked the agent before I came here. My yard is worth more than 300,000, just 300,000."
It seems that Wang Dong made inquiries before asking for money and was well-targeted.
"I'm also embarrassed. You have too many houses to live in, and you don't need it. I'm going to sell it to you. I just want to find someone to protect that house and don't waste it." Mr. Wang was embarrassed.
road.
He cherished his home very much. Although it was not the ancestral home of the Wang family, he spent most of his life there, marrying a wife and having children, watching them grow up, watching his wife die...watching his children get married and leave one by one.
Farther.
It's not a good time anymore, but at least he still has memories and thoughts.
Although the house was sold, he hoped to sell it to Hua Qiang so that at least he could maintain the house properly.
Maintenance takes one day at a time...
Hua Qiang sighed and called Hua Zhao over.
Hua Zhao had to tell Hua Zhao about such a big thing. The key was that he had no money.
He had money, and Hua Zhao paid him a sum of money every month and kept it in a passbook, which was in the drawer.
But he didn't know which drawer it was in! Fang Haixing packed it, but he had never used the money in it.