I have a book to sell a house

Chapter 61 Case 1: The decision maker is his daughter

Zhang Weijun walked from the front of the car to the back door, and he saw Xiao Duan, a salesman from Xiaoqiang Real Estate, fiddled with his mobile phone with his head down and got out of the car.

Coincidentally, I also got off at this stop.

Beside him was his daughter Zhang Juan, and behind him was his daughter's male college classmate.

A boy dressed like a cat.

My daughter is a sophomore this year, majoring in Arabic in the Department of Foreign Languages.

Although the daughter did not inherit her mother's appearance, and her facial features are not beautiful like her own, but her figure is the same as her mother's. No, this little cat misses it!
Back then, Laozi Yue scolded him for being a toad for stealing swan meat, but now God has sent such a cat to support his cabbage.

Just like the poem Bai Yutang said in "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness" that I liked most when I was young: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. If you don't believe me, look up, who will the sky spare?"

What a retribution!
He got off the bus, took a few steps forward, raised his hand and patted Xiao Duan on the shoulder.

This young man is really too tall, and look at that tabby cat, he is not much taller than his 1.6-meter-high daughter, at most 1.7-meter-[-] or [-]-meter.

Xiao Duan turned his head to look at it, was taken aback for a moment, then smiled at him and said, "Brother Zhang!"

He looked at several houses in the past few days, and he found that the salesperson had a bright smile.

He said, "Xiao Duan is good, do you live near here too?"

Duan Xiaoming met Mr. Zhang at the bus stop outside the company before, and was a little moved when he saw that he recognized him and nodded to him. Now it seems that the other party not only recognizes him, but also remembers his last name.

Duan Xiaoming replied: "Yes, brother Zhang also lives here?"

"Yes! I live in the resettlement area opposite, rented, how about you?"

Zhang Weijun is not a spy, he is just greeting.

There are not many people coming and going at the bus station, and it is the rush hour for getting off work.

Standing in front of Duan Xiaoming, Zhang Weijun didn't intend to leave immediately.

His good daughter and the tabby cat are standing on his left side one after the other.

Duan Xiaoming, a house salesman, raised his head and pointed behind his back with his hand, and said, "I live here."

Zhang Weijun followed his finger and saw a piece of gold and jade splendor.

Jinbiyun Villa, a gathering place for the wealthy in the western suburbs of the city, was built only in recent years. It is said that a house costs several million.

"Xiao Duan lived in a villa at a young age. It's amazing! It's hard for us to buy a small house. If the house price doesn't come down, it will crush us ordinary people sooner or later."

Zhang Weijun felt a little sour. A man in his 40s was no better than a man in his 20s selling a house.

Zhang Weijun knew that the place Duan Xiaoming was pointing at was a group of villas, but his daughter Zhang Juan who was standing beside him didn't.

Zhang Juan was wearing tight-fitting white slacks, and she had buttoned up her denim jacket to cover her navel-baring top after being reprimanded by her father.

Even with the belly button covered, her figure still looks youthful and hot, but it's a pity that her face looks like Zhang Weijun's.

Zhang Juan's family lives in a township, and her parents came to the city to rent a house after she was admitted to university.

Mom and Dad came to the city in order to have a better job and earn more money to send themselves through college.

Zhang Juan belongs to the type of "you don't know how to house well when you are young, and mistakenly regard love as a treasure".

She heard her father sigh, thinking what happened to the villa, hmph, when we graduate from college, if we work hard, what's the problem?

She glanced at the villa behind Duan Xiaoming with disdain, and then turned her head to look tenderly at her boyfriend Yunluo.

Yunluo is a descendant of the royal family of the Qing Dynasty, and his education was a bit crooked since he was a child. He has an inexplicable sense of superiority in his bones, but Zhang Juan likes him for some reason.

Pulling, bad.

And when he was lying on the bed, the future was planned very well by him.

People in love often have no logic and no right or wrong.

Yunluo smiled at her, but said nothing.

Standing behind Zhang Weijun, he naturally heard their conversation. For him, he didn't believe that Duan Xiaoming had the ability to buy a villa, maybe he rented it, or he was lying at all.

Duan Xiaoming finished speaking innocently, and then heard Brother Zhang's answer, and then realized that he didn't speak well.

In one sentence, I and my customers have become two classes. It is not a good thing to cause class hatred or class conflicts.

So he said, "Where can I afford a villa? I'm currently living under someone else's roof."

There is nothing wrong with saying this, living in my father's villa, to a certain extent, counting as borrowing, it is really dependent on others.

Because my father threatened me at every turn, if he didn't give me money, I might not even be able to pay the villa property fee.

Hearing Duan Xiaoming's answer like this, Zhang Weijun felt relieved for some reason.

Does this mean that you can't see others better than yourself?
Yunluo also sighed in his heart, as expected!

Zhang Juan wanted to leave quickly, she held her father's hand: "Dad, go back and eat quickly, I'm hungry!"

Zhang Weijun replied: "Well, let's eat outside, and pack it for your mother later."

Zhang Juan frowned: "Huh? Mom didn't cook dinner. I haven't eaten the dishes Mom made for a long time."

Zhang Weijun ignored his daughter's question, but asked Duan Xiaoming: "Xiao Duan, have you had dinner? If not, you can eat with us. I just need to ask you about buying a house. No, I specially called my daughter from school. Come back, she is a college student, let her decide."

Zhang Weijun mentioned that college students felt a sense of pride in their hearts.

But Duan Xiaoming thought in his heart, what can a kid who doesn't even know his boyfriend be right?

But he replied: "What a coincidence, I promised my relatives to go back for dinner, and the whole family is waiting for me. I'm really sorry, Brother Zhang."

The reason why I insist on continuing to call the other party Brother Zhang is because the other party does look young.

The reason for rejecting Brother Zhang's invitation is because Chinese people like to be polite, so don't take other people's invitations seriously. What if they don't really want to invite you?

Saying that I have a whole family waiting is just a white lie.

Besides, if you have to pay for the meal yourself, it's not very fun!

Zhang Weijun smiled and said, "Okay, that's all right."

Duan Xiaoming wasn't sure if what he did just now was a rejection of a business, he just dealt with it according to his inertial thinking.

As soon as he said the words, he regretted a little.

If we go to dinner with them, maybe we can make a deal.

But the words have already been exported, and it is impossible to modify them easily.

"Brother Zhang, I'm sorry, if you have any questions, you can send me a message or call me at any time. Do you still have my business card? Yes, yes. If you have time, you can scan the QR code on the business card and add me as a friend."

Zhang Weijun started to move his feet and said, "Okay, I'll add you later, let's go first."

After finishing speaking, he took his daughter and walked away. Yun Luo, who was like a cat, followed behind the father and daughter, turned his head and glared at Duan Xiaoming.

Duan Xiaoming didn't care, he returned home leisurely, and lay lazily on the leather sofa in the living room.

After resting his head for a while, the vibrating sound of his mobile phone brought him back to reality from the chaotic state.

He picked up his phone and looked at the message from his father.

"You son of a bitch, are you off work? I don't think I will contact you, and you don't know how to contact me."

The corner of Duan Xiaoming's mouth twitched, aren't you all well, and you still want me to contact you?
Also, when I was young, my grandfather called me a bitch, but now my father calls me a bastard when I grow up.

This grandpa means he is a turtle?

Dad means he is a rabbit?

I really don't understand their thinking.

He thought for a moment, then quickly typed a sentence on his phone and sent it to his father: "When I was young, my grandpa called me the grandson, but now when I grow up, you call me a bastard, and my classmates call me a single dog. From this point of view, I am alive. A history of beasts!"

The message had just been sent, and before Dad could reply, a call came in from an unfamiliar local mobile phone number.

"Hello!"

he asked.

Zhang Weijun took his daughter and the little cat Yunluo to eat outside, and while eating, he showed his daughter the properties he had seen in the past few days.

There is a reason why his daughter should decide to buy a house. He did not tell his daughter the truth.

If you say so, your daughter will not agree to buy this house.

The three chatted while eating, and the daughter immediately took a fancy to Xiaoqiang's real estate house, but he couldn't answer several questions she asked, so he took out Duan Xiaoming's business card from his pocket and dialed the other party's phone number.

"Xiao Duan, I'm Brother Zhang Weijun, are you free now, I want to ask you a few questions."

Duan Xiaoming sat up straight, rubbed his eyes, and replied: "If you are free, Brother Zhang, please ask."

Zhang Weijun glanced at his daughter, and thought for a while: "Well, my daughter is in charge of buying a house in our family. She has a few questions that I can't answer. It may not be very convenient to communicate on the phone. It's convenient for you to run away." Come on, we are at Xiaoxiangyuan at the gate of the resettlement area."

I am a good boy, I just learned the TMD rule, and then I ran out a difficult decision-maker.

(End of this chapter)