Nearly one million was spent on the east side, and the effect was certainly not bad. The originally slightly shabby yard instantly became taller and taller.
Except for the floor-to-ceiling windows at the entrance to the main house, the decoration in other places adheres to the principle of restoring the old.
After visiting the courtyard house, Lao Huang couldn't help but sigh.
That house is really nice.
It has both a historical atmosphere and modern aesthetics. It has air conditioning, refrigerators, bathrooms, and everything. If he lived in a bungalow like that, would he be willing to live in it?
But when he thought of the astonishing price, Lao Huang couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.
He was just a small editor-in-chief with a monthly salary of six to seven thousand. Even if he worked for a hundred years, he would not be able to afford such a house.
After all, one cannot live without food and drink, and the whole family has to be supported. After deducting various expenses, he can save at most two thousand yuan a month.
It's great to have money.
In fact, looking at the tide in the East China Sea around him, Lao Huang was not tempted. Among other things, a classmate of his had been driving a car in Donghai Port for three years.
Last year, someone bought a house, a commercial house of more than 100 square meters.
Full payment!
Bu Nao, my heart was moved, but Lao Huang did not take action. He is a person who prefers stability.
Moreover, his career is currently on the rise, and his first goal is to be the editor-in-chief. Once he can be promoted to editor-in-chief, he can earn over 10,000 yuan a month, which is not a dream.
If he really succeeds in getting promoted, he is also ready to change his house.
Change to a large house of more than 100 square meters!
As for the courtyard house, he has now figured it out. The courtyard house is not something that the working class can enjoy at all.
After wandering around, Lao Huang walked into the main room.
There are several large floor-to-ceiling windows, so the lighting outside the house is naturally no problem. Even if it is cloudy tomorrow and the lights are not turned on, the outside will still be bright.
However, as soon as he stepped into the main hall, Lao Huang's mood was immediately ruined.
I saw his son, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, walking on a small stool, concentrating on playing Contra.
That kid was so hard-working that he didn't even notice that Old Huang was approaching.
If you learn to be so attentive in asking for permission, it will make Lao Huang wake up from his dreams.
"Is it fun?"
Lao Huang leaned forward slightly and asked with a straight face.
“Fun.”
Huang Mingyudong replied consciously. After he said the words, he suddenly realized a problem. The voice sounded a bit familiar.
Turning around, he immediately saw the fat old face.
"dad!"
A second later, Huang Mingyu jumped up from his chair.
"Play, play, play, just know how to play!"
"School will start in a few days. Have you finished my winter vacation homework?"
As soon as he heard that, Huang Mingyu slowly lowered his head. Naturally, he had not finished his winter vacation homework.
It’s only a week until school starts!
Although Huang Mingyu was very afraid of Lao Huang, he couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
"There's no winter vacation homework over there, so there's no time to write it."
Seeing his son with his head lowered, Lao Huang sighed.
Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away.
The same is true for my teenage children, who just play and study every day, but they don't care at all.
If I go east like that, I don't know if I can take the bachelor's degree.
On the other hand, "Fu Weijun" is also not a generation born in 1975. Not only did he become famous at a young age, but he is also very mature in his conduct and has become the backbone of his family at a young age.
The more Huang thought about it, the angrier he became. He stretched out his leg and patted Huang Mingyu on the head.
"Go help in the kitchen!"
"oh."
Huang Mingyu lowered his head, said oh, then turned around and walked towards the door.
Although the happy game time was interrupted, he was not too depressed. Just before that, he had 'quietly' discussed it with Brother Wei Jun.
In the future, brother Weijun, please ask if you have time, he can come and play at the door.
Humph, when the time comes, and his parents are no longer around, won’t he be able to play whatever he wants?
Seeing that his son was about to go out, Lao Huang immediately reminded him.
"clothing!"
"Don't forget to get dressed!"
The floor heating is turned on outside, and the temperature is at least 20 degrees. Staying indoors feels like spring, and there is no floor heating outside the house, so it is not very dry.
At the door, Huang Mingyu slapped his head when he heard his father's reminder.
Almost forgot!
It's winter now, it's very cold outside.
Immediately, Huang Mingyu hurried to the sofa and put on a thick winter coat.
On the other side, Lao Huang took off his clothes and walked in. Within a few minutes, he started to sweat.
However, not long after he took off his clothes, his son, who was hated by everyone, ran back to the main room with a slumped face.
"Why did I come here?"
"His mother said he is clumsy. Can you help him over there?"
Huang Mingyu said truthfully: "Very well, Brother Wei Jun and Sister Mo will also let him come back."
"Come here and walk."
Seeing his son's eyes glancing towards the TV from time to time, Lao Huang's face darkened and he patted the sofa cushions beside him.
You bastard, you want to play every day!
"oh."
Seeing his father's dark face, Huang Mingyu didn't act like a monster and walked over honestly.
At two o'clock in the morning, Lao Huang, who was full of wine and food, led his wife and children out of Xisi Hutong. Although Huang Mingyu was very nostalgic, he was reluctant to leave.
But his skinny arms twisted his thighs, and after Lao Huang's "cruel" suppression, he left the "Happy House" full of resentment.
After clearing the level in one life, he has learned very little!
At this time, Huang Mingyu, who was thinking in vain, had no idea that Li Jie and Shen Mo were discussing him.
"Mingyu, that kid, grows up so fast."
After finishing the housework, Shen Mo washed some fruits and walked in the living room, watching TV and chatting with Li Jie.
"It happened very quickly. In the blink of an eye, we became young adults."
"Big guy?"
Hearing those words, Shen Mo turned around and glanced at his brother.
No, it tastes like that.
Don't be cruel at all if you are old-fashioned.
Li Jie didn't pay attention to the silent look in his eyes. Over the years, he had long been used to it, and then he mentioned another thing.
"Sister, I said let Lao Huang be my agent, what do you think?"
There is no need to say that Lao Huang's character is perfect, otherwise, Li Jie would not ask him to help, and would rather invite him to his home for dinner.
Although Lao Huangcuo doesn’t know much about the record industry and doesn’t know much about music, the entry threshold for agents is not that high.
Like in the beautiful country, many managers of black singers are relatives and friends.
The same is true for Li Jie and Shen Mo.
The most important thing an agent looks for is professionalism, reliability and peace of mind, so that he can be ranked first.
Professionalism?
It can be ranked second.
To take a step back, Lao Huang has been in the publishing industry for so many years and has a lot of connections. He can definitely get along in the publishing industry.
Audio-visual books are not very divided, so it is more than enough for Lao Huang to be the agent.
"Old Huang?"
Hearing this, she remained silent for a moment, thinking about it for a moment, then nodded slightly.