Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

In the afternoon, Wang Shumei was busy interviewing part-time teachers. Su Yuncheng went to find connections to order a large number of tables, chairs and benches. Wen Lan had classes, so Lin Nianhe took Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian to buy a house.

Each of them carried a sack, and even the most experienced thief would not have the slightest idea of ​​stealing from them.

"This building used to be the office building of the factory. Later, the factory was moved and the original workshop was demolished... It was said that a new factory was going to be built. Now this factory building is of no use and has been left."

The person who came to receive Lin Nianhe was the deputy director of the chemical plant. He looked at the old factory building and frowned.Some of those factories were half demolished, and some were simply left there, becoming a world of weeds and rats.

It looks a bit desolate.

He turned away and stopped looking, and only said to Lin Nianhe: "You can buy this house if you want, but you have to buy it together with the land behind it, otherwise no one will want the vacant land I have left..."

Lin Nianhe stood on the third floor and looked at the wasteland in the backyard, which was about the size of a standard football field, and almost blurted out, "There's another good thing."

She cleared her throat and said, "But it's useless for me to ask for this land. This is not cultivated land. I can still grow some rice."

The deputy factory director smiled and said, "It's definitely not possible if we don't sell them together, otherwise I'll lose my money."

"If you just keep this building here, it will be in your hands." Lin Nianhe looked at him with a smile.

This was really not pleasant to hear, and the deputy director curled his lips, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Lin Nianhe changed the subject and said, "I can add up to 5000 yuan to this land. If you think it's OK, we'll sign the contract today. If you think it's not OK, just pretend I haven't been here."

The deputy director's eyes lit up for a moment, and he selectively forgot Lin Nianhe's previous offense.

He said: "Five thousand is too little for such a big piece of land..."

"I think 5000 yuan is a lot to buy a piece of vacant land that is of no use to me." Lin Nianhe's expression remained normal, "If you think it's less, forget it."

After saying that, she turned around and said to Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian: "Let's go to the next house."

As she spoke, she took out a long list given to her by Lin's father.

The densely packed words frightened the deputy director.

She really doesn’t have to do it herself!
The deputy director called out to Lin Nianhe: "Ten thousand yuan! This piece of land only costs 1 yuan. It can't be any less."

"You are asking for double the price," Lin Nianhe stopped, looked at the surrounding environment again, and said reluctantly after a moment of silence, "Forget it, let's just treat it as helping to renovate the factory... 1 yuan is not impossible, but Your factory must clean up this building, clean up the garbage, and repaint the walls within three days."

Lin Nianhe made this condition entirely because Su Yuncheng was too tired recently.

She actually wanted the chemical plant to pull out the weeds on the vacant land, but as soon as she said that the land she wanted was useless, she turned around and had the weeds pulled out again, which was really contradictory.

Nowadays, lime plaster is used to paint walls, and chemical plants are indispensable for this stuff.

There is no shortage of people to work.Although this building has three floors, when we first moved out, we took away everything we could. The so-called garbage cleaning mainly meant sweeping away ashes and pulling out weeds.

The deputy director pretended to hesitate and thought for a while before reluctantly nodding with a life-threatening expression: "Okay!"

The total price of the office building and the open space in the backyard was 15. Lin Nianhe and the deputy director returned to the chemical plant to sign the contract, and then directly asked Wu and Cao to give each other the sacks they were carrying.

The factory director was confused, and so was the deputy director.

The two of them looked at the two sacks, but didn't have the urge to step forward and open them.

Lin Nianhe: "This is exactly 15, you can count again."

"..."

Only then did the deputy director realize that what these two young men were carrying along the way was all money.

This this……

This is really hard to accept.

A dozen employees at the chemical plant counted for an hour and finally determined the number - it was indeed 15, exactly a cent.

The factory director immediately went to complete the formalities with Lin Nianhe, and happily sent Lin Nianhe and the others back to school in his factory director's car. "Uncle Han, I will come to check and accept it in three days. I hope you can complete the contract as promised." Lin Nianhe smiled and shook hands with him.

Factory Director Han nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, I will clean it up for you."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Don't say that, I should be the one thanking you!"

"Then...you're welcome."

Factory Director Han left behind to express his gratitude and left, feeling in his heart that Xiao Lin was really a good person who was stupid and had a lot of money.

He thought for a while and said to the driver: "Go back and tell Xiao Sun that the building should be tidied up. The windows and doors that need to be repaired have also been repaired."

The driver nodded: "Okay, director, you are really kind."

Factory Director Han also gained a reputation as a good person and smiled very satisfied.

During the three days when the chemical factory helped decorate the new school site, Lin Nianhe was not idle. She spent money like water and sold all the houses or land that could be bought on the list given to her by Lin's father.

She spent 87 yuan in three days in exchange for an inch-thick house deed.

At this point, Lin Nianhe had less than 1000 yuan in available cash.

In urgent need of blood.

On the third night, Lin Nianhe walked around the new school site and found that not only the walls had been repainted, but also the doors, windows, and circuits had been repaired. Tables, chairs, and blackboards could be put into use as long as they were moved in.

Accompanying her was the deputy factory director, who had been tormented quite a lot in the past three days.

The factory director wants to be a good person, but it is him, the deputy director, who suffers.

"Thank you for your hard work," Lin Nianhe shook hands with him and asked casually, "Are you in charge of logistics in the factory?"

"No, I'm in charge of research and development." The deputy director shook his head and smiled bitterly, "But I haven't had any use for it for a long time."

Lin Nianhe's eyes brightened slightly and he said quickly: "I didn't expect you to be a technical talent. I'm sorry."

The deputy factory director waved his hand, his face full of vicissitudes of life: "Don't talk about this, just take a look, is there no problem?"

"No problem, no problem at all." Lin Nianhe saw that he was deliberately concealing it. Thinking that he was not in a hurry, he did not continue and only left one sentence when parting:
"If you are unhappy in the chemical factory in the future, you can come to me."

The deputy director was stunned for a moment and did not take Lin Nianhe's words to heart.

What can I do with her?Become a teacher?
Don't tell me, Ling Yun's salary is really high. If he were a teacher, he would really go there.

He smiled politely and sent Lin Nianhe back to No. 88 Courtyard in the chemical plant's car.

When Lin Nianhe entered, they were the only ones in Courtyard No. 88.

Lin Nianhe threw the brown paper bag in his hand on the table and patted the table proudly: "Come on, let's have a meeting!"

At this moment, the evening self-study class has not ended yet, and the teachers are not here.

This is actually a very severe test, because - there is nothing that can give her face.

Sure enough, after hearing her words, everyone didn't even raise their heads and were still busy with what they were doing.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"What are you yelling about?"

"Melon girl."