After severing ties, the biological parents regretted it

The only way to spend money is to swipe the card.

It can be said that both Zhao Wei and Fang Junhong were very satisfied with the path arranged for him.

He did not have much cash himself.

He gave away all the jewelry, and of course, the people who got the jewelry were slept with by him in various positions.

He was holding a secondary card given by Zhao Wei.

As long as he could swipe the card, he had no limit at all, just swipe it.

More than two weeks had passed, and the only useful thing Fang Jinglei got was that Fang Junhong had indeed been to Haidong District twice.

Fang Hongjun had been out drinking and playing with young female students since the second day after the college entrance examination.

The evidence in her hand could not prove anything at all.

If father Fang Junhong just had a lover outside, this kind of thing would be insignificant.

This is really common in wealthy families.

As for Fang Hongjun, even if he raped an innocent girl, this kind of thing would not have any impact on the Fang family.

No matter which one it is, she would not care, because it would not have any impact on the Fang family.

She is still waiting for the latest news.

She was very disappointed with her elder sister's inaction, and paid for a few people to help her keep an eye on him.

The result she wanted was evidence that Fang Hongjun and his father appeared together in Century Garden.

Although Fang Ping'an had made their relationship clear, it would be useless if there was no solid evidence.

What she was most angry about was not Fang Hongjun, but that her father Fang Junhong had kept the whole family in the dark for nearly twenty years.

What kind of man could have been playing the role of a harmonious and loving couple in front of his children for more than twenty years?

This is simply unimaginable.

She once thought that her father and mother might be enemies, or something happened more than 20 years ago that caused her father to have Qin Bailian outside.

But everything needs evidence.

Deep in her heart, she hoped to find evidence to prove that Qin Bailian had nothing to do with Fang Hongjun.

And her father Fang Junhong was just keeping a woman outside.

After all, this woman was much better than her mother in terms of appearance and figure.

It was normal to be kept.

The only problem was that the one who broke the news was Fang Pingan, her brother from the same mother.

…

Compared with everyone now, Fang Pingan has an information advantage for the next 15 years.

But he is still an 18-year-old boy with no social experience, which is an irrefutable fact.

He himself is also very clear about this.

So when he walked into the real estate agency, he did not take the initiative to speak, but just looked at the real estate information on the wall at first.

He did not plan to buy a new property.

Agency companies are usually chain stores.

He chose Ma Ya House, the largest real estate agency chain in Yuncheng.

Except for the two people who stayed in the room, the others should be looking at houses outside.

"Sir, do you want to rent a house?"

A round-faced lady stood up and greeted with a smile on her face.

"Please sit here, I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Her service attitude made Fang Ping'an feel very comfortable.

Sitting shyly at the small round glass table, he continued to stare at the information on the wall.

Most of them were residential, and the location was not what he wanted.

Soon a cup of tea was placed in front of him, and the lady also sat down and brought a thick folder very professionally.

"Uh, I don't want to rent a house, I want to buy a few houses."

The inexperienced Fang Ping'an spoke.

The smile on the round-faced lady's face became more sincere.

"Okay, how big an area do you want, and do you have any requirements for the house structure?

Which area do you prefer?"

Although she didn't quite believe that the big boy in front of her really wanted to buy a house, who knew?

Fang Pingan hesitated for a moment, and said a little embarrassedly:

"Do you have a map? I'd better tell you with the map."

The lady didn't say anything, just nodded, got up and left for a while, and then walked to the big conference table in the room with a big map.

Fang Pingan followed her.

"Sir, please sit down," she continued, "I need to register your information. This is the company's regulations. Please understand."

Fang Pingan thought about it, and then said his name and contact information.

Miss

After the sister finished registering, she showed him her work badge and said, "My name is Zhou Yuanyuan."

Fang Ping'an stood up and looked at the map to identify it.

Next year, the new subway line will be approved and construction will start soon.

He had seen the map more than ten years later, and now he just needed to compare and confirm which main streets the line would pass through.

He soon determined the location of the subway.

"Can you give me a pencil?" He didn't look at Zhou Yuanyuan, staring at the map and said.

Zhou Yuanyuan has been observing this potential customer.

Looks like a college student or a high school student, definitely not a white-collar worker.

Shy, indicating that he has no social experience, further confirmed that he is a middle school student.

But a middle school student comes to buy a house, and the first thing he says is "buy a few sets", which sounds a bit ridiculous, but what if?

Although it is not as good as first-tier cities like Beijing, the housing prices in Yuncheng are not low at all for ordinary people.

The average price of second-hand houses is close to 20,000, and the highest price of new real estate has reached 50,000.

Of course, apartments are much cheaper.

Fang Pingan drew two lines on the map, but they were concentrated in the current main urban area.

And it was not the most prosperous area.

Zhou Yuanyuan asked cautiously: "Mr. Fang, are you buying a house for yourself or for investment?"

Fang Pingan answered casually: "I want to buy a few residential houses in the old city, and the rest are apartments."

He looked back at Zhou Yuanyuan, "I want to buy a few residential houses here, near here, with an area of ​​about 140.

Apartments, you have to choose here, here, and here, all are fine. If there are any, it's better to have a newer apartment."

Zhou Yuanyuan believed him a little after hearing what he said.

It was obvious that this young boy really wanted to buy.

Whether it was a rich second generation or something else, it had nothing to do with her.

As long as the deal could be made, she could get at least hundreds of thousands of commissions!

She carefully looked at the locations that Fang Pingan had selected, Jiangshan District, Gulou District, and Haixi District.

But there was not a single one in Haicang District across the river.

"Mr. Fang, please wait a moment. I'll go get some information."

She turned around and trotted to her workstation.

"Big money?" the colleague asked in a low voice.

She shook her head quickly and said in a low voice: "I don't know, but the request is a bit strange, and I don't serve well..."

The colleague smiled and continued to look at his phone.

...

In a week, Fang Ping'an followed Zhou Yuanyuan to four of the five districts north of the Dajiang River. Haidong District was not in his plan.