Let You Collect The Waste! Waste! Do You Understand? !

"I will transfer it to you via Alipay.

Jiang Chen skillfully took out his mobile phone, scanned the payment code, and transferred the money.

Heard the price.

Song Miaomiao was stunned.

She turned back with a stiff expression and stared at Jiang Chen beside her, with disbelief written all over her eyes.

What?!

Did I hear that right?

He spent thirteen thousand eighty?!

Jiang Chen readily transferred the money and was about to leave when the young lady at the front desk suddenly spoke: "By the way, sir, is the Mercedes-Benz S450 with the license plate number Su A10111 your friend's car?"

Jiang Chen tried his best to recall.

That seems to be Chen Wanshan’s car?

Then he nodded and asked, "What's wrong?"

The young lady said: "Your friend's car was not parked properly and occupied the road. The vehicles passing by could easily collide with your friend's car. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, please inform your friend to send the key and we will arrange for someone to do so." Help adjust the parking position.”

"I asked him.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

Take out your phone.

Find Chen Wanshan’s phone number.

Dial.

The call is connected.

"Teacher Chen, is your license plate number 10111?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

“The front desk said that your car is not parked well and may get scratched by passing cars. I hope you can bring the key over and the hotel staff can help you move it.

"Okay, we're here."

hang up the phone.

Jiang Chen said: "I'm sorry, he will be down soon."

"Okay, please, doctor."

Check out the account.

Jiang Chen went back to the box first.

Song Miaomiao next to her was completely confused.

no...

What's going on?

Spend 13888!

A friend also drives a Mercedes-Benz S450 priced at 1.3 million?

Is this guy really a scrap collector?

[Look at Song Miaomiao’s expression, hahaha, “257” makes me laugh to death! 】

[She was completely confused. Haha, I guess Brother Chen’s conversation exceeded her understanding of Brother Chen. 】

[Is the Brother Chen you are talking about the man just now? 】

[I’m confused. A meal costs more than 10,000 yuan, and my friend drives a Mercedes-Benz S. Are you saying you are a scrap collector? 】

[Didn’t she even watch the barrage in her live broadcast room? She still doesn’t know the identity of my brother Chen at this time? 】

[Brothers, what is the identity of this person? 】

[In the past, there were only 10,000 people in Sister Miaomiao’s live broadcast room. Why did it suddenly increase to 100,000 people tonight? Could it have something to do with the man just now? 】

Because Jiang Chen turned off the live broadcast.

So friends all flocked to Song Miaomiao's live broadcast room.

A sudden increase in the number of people.

Song Miaomiao's fans gradually realized that things were not simple.

Song Miaomiao settled the bill.

Returning to the box, he interrupted the chat among his colleagues and lowered his voice: "Guess! Who did I see when I went out just now?"

The female manager asked casually: "Who is it?"

Song Miaomiao took a deep breath and said with a difficult expression: "My customer! The customer who collected scrap today and bought the old house in Xiaoliu New Village! He is eating next door to us! One meal! 13888! "

As soon as these words came out.

The dining table immediately fell into silence.

Everyone looked at each other.

They all find it a bit incredible.

"Did you admit the wrong person?"

Song Miaomiao said categorically: "Impossible! I remember it very clearly, that man was quite handsome! I can't be wrong!"

Hear the words.

Everyone speculated.

"How can a waste collector afford 13888?'

"Could someone reimburse him?"

"Maybe he bought a house, was happy, invited relatives and friends to have a meal to have fun together, and then suffered a heavy hemorrhage.

"Is this a housewarming party?"

"It should be like this. He can take the opportunity to receive the gift money."

"But, I heard that one of his friends also drove a Mercedes-Benz S." Song Miaomiao said again.

Everyone was silent again.

Mercedes-Benz S?!

Million dollar car!

Who among them here can afford to drive...

"How can a scrap collector make such rich friends?"

"It's incredible!"

"Maybe he's a rich relative..."

"That's right, who doesn't have a few rich relatives?"

They laughed it off.

Song Miaomiao was a gold salesperson. Although she didn't know Jiang Chen's background, she always felt that Jiang Chen was not simple, so she immediately stood up and said: "Manager, you eat first, I will go next door to offer a glass of wine to the customer to celebrate him, and by the way, His friends promoted our store."

Hearing this, the female manager gave a thumbs up: "Look at Miaomiao, how positive she is! She deserves her good performance!"

Song Miaomiao walked out of the box holding a wine glass.

Then adjust your smile.

Knocked on the door of the next box.

Boom!

The box door was opened.

Jiang Chen was standing inside the door with a blushing face.

Seeing that it was Song Miaomiao, she was a little surprised: "Miss Song, you..."

Song Miaomiao smiled: "Seeing Mr. Jiang eating here, I wanted to come over and give you a toast, thank you for your trust and support in me. Well...can I come in?"

"Okay, please come in."

Jiang Chen got out of the way.

Song Miaomiao wore professional attire and walked into the box.

She took a closer look.

shocked.

The men around the dinner table all have outstanding temperaments and exude the aura of superiors, especially the gold ornaments on Yang Fugui's neck and fingers, and the five-star red badges hanging on the chests of Wang An and Ji Xiangnan...

Being well-informed, she instantly realized that the people at this table were either rich or noble!

"Jiang Chen, who is this?"

Ji Xiangnan asked curiously.

He is the director of a museum and works a lot on weekdays, so he has no time to watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

Naturally, she knew nothing about Song Miaomiao.

Jiang Chen introduced: "This is my real estate agent, Song Miaomiao. She was the one who handled the apartment I bought today."

Hearing this, everyone greeted him perfunctorily.

Song Miaomiao also smiled flatteringly, "Today I want to thank Mr. Jiang for trusting me and buying a property from me. I'm here to toast him!"

Say it.

Then he drank all the wine in his hand.

Suddenly.

Everyone in the room applauded.

Then, Song Miaomiao took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle, poured wine into her glass, raised it in front of her and said, "I am honored to meet all the bosses today, Miaomiao would like to toast you all ten glasses.

After saying that, he drank up the wine in one gulp.

Everyone was so happy that they couldn't help but praise Song Miaomiao's drinking capacity.

Seeing that everyone was so happy by herself, Song Miaomiao wanted to take this opportunity to send her business card to these big guys, "Boss, if you have a house that you want to trade in the future, you can contact me and I will do my best to help you." To provide the best service.”

She took out her business card and wanted to distribute it to everyone.

But Yang Fugui waved his hand and refused, without giving any face: "Miss Song, just go back after the toast, the business card will be waived, we still have to talk about business.

They are clear.

Song Miaomiao just regarded them as money-making tools.

Of course, there is no need to save face for her.

Song Miaomiao's hands froze in mid-air.

have no choice.

She could only smile awkwardly: "Sorry to bother you."

Was sent out by Jiang Chen.

Song Miaomiao returned to her box.

For a while.

Colleagues all came together to inquire about the situation.

"How's it going, Miaomiao?"

Song Miaomiao lowered her voice and said: "I went, it scared me... I thought the people sitting at that table were all migrant workers, but when I walked in, I found that their temperaments were not ordinary people at all, more like That kind of powerful and wealthy person seems to be talking about business."

"Really or not, a scrap collector can play with these big shots?"

"Hey! What's the matter? Maybe they just care about face. For example, my old uncle can't afford a wife, so he wants to order a fake gold chain to show off outside. When he goes to the toilet, he has to say that he has to go to the office to deal with something. .”

Song Miaomiao shook her head: "No! You can't fake your temperament!"

The scrap collector who was despised by them.

He can actually be on an equal footing with a group of big guys.

This made them feel a little complicated.

Everyone chatted and gradually lost their appetite.

And the food is almost done.

The female manager then suggested: "No more chatting. It's getting late. Let's go back after eating. We have to receive customers tomorrow morning."

"Well, let's go then."

Several people packed up their belongings and separated at the door of the restaurant.

exactly.

Jiang Chen and others also came to the parking lot after eating and drinking.

The two groups of people were not far from each other.

So as soon as Jiang Chen and the others arrived, they attracted the attention of Song Miaomiao and others, and naturally they focused their attention on Jiang Chen.

Yang Fugui drove an Audi A6 and asked, "Shall we drive there?"

Chen Wanshan waved his hand and refused: "Are you kidding? We all drank some wine. Do you still want to be found out?"

Liang Yong also blushed and said: "Please drive for me!"

Just when a few people were standing next to the car discussing how to set off, Jiang Chen had already ridden on his tricycle and greeted: "If you drive to check for drunk driving, you can't check for drunk driving if you drive my tricycle, right? Boss Yang, Teacher Chen, You're welcome, get in the car and I'll take you to see the old house!"

Jiang Chen has already sold the scraps.

The carriage was empty at this time.

Six big men squeezed together and found just enough space to sit down.

Seeing the three-wheeler parked in front of them, the six big guys who thought it was a novelty also laughed and scrambled to climb into the carriage, one by one, making fun.

"Oh, this carriage is really crowded!"

"Lao Liang! You stepped on my shoe! These are Gucci's latest models, costing more than 20,000 yuan! Remember to pay for it later!"

"Professor Li, which era do you think these three rounds are from?"

"You've had too much to drink. Can these three rounds be from the Ming Dynasty?"

"Jiang Chen, let me drive! I haven't driven a tricycle in many years. I won't be nostalgic with you!"

They had no pretensions at all and got into the tricycle.

Sit in the driver's seat.

Yang Fugui shouted: "Everyone, sit tight, let's set off!"

Under the watchful eyes of Song Miaomiao and others.

The tricycle gradually faded into darkness.

This can make a few people feel numb...

"No, these big guys are willing to squeeze into the tricycle where he collects scraps?"

"To be able to get along with these big guys, this person is definitely not an easy person!"

“You don’t drive a million-dollar luxury car, but you are willing to ride a three-wheeler?”

"Is he really a scrap collector?"

[Strange, why did Brother Chen invite so many big guys to dinner after he finished broadcasting? 】

[Needless to say? The old house must have been discovered! Just call all these seniors over and take a look!]

[Brothers, hurry up, Brother Chen is starting a live broadcast, move your position quickly!]

【Finally launched! I'm sure there is a treasure in the old house!】

Not long after Jiang Chen started airing.

The number of people in Song Miaomiao's live broadcast room has also increased from

The number of 100,000 people suddenly dropped to 10,000 people...

the other side.

Jiang Chen started the live broadcast.

It just started airing.

The number of viewers exceeded 100,000 in a very short period of time!

It's still eleven o'clock at night!

Even Jiang Chen himself was stunned for a moment. If it had been before, it would have been impossible to reach 100,000 people just a few minutes after it was broadcast.

But I glanced at the barrage.

Jiang Chen understood.

Co-authored this period of time when I downloaded it.

All the fans went to Song Miaomiao’s live broadcast room to make her popular.

Under the command of Jiang Chen, Yang Fugui rode a three-wheeler and took everyone to Xiaoliu New Village, and finally stopped in front of the old house bought by Jiang Chen.

Stop the tricycle casually on the side of the road.

A group of people stumbled out of the car.

Especially Wang An, who can't drink enough and is too old, so he jumped out of the carriage so bravely that he almost fell down and ate shit. Fortunately, Jiang Chen's eyesight was so bad and his hands were so greedy.

Seeing how drunk they were, Jiang Chen regretted a little.

I should have known better than to give them alcohol.

Take a look!

All of them smelled of alcohol.

Doesn't this delay business?

Liang Yong turned on the light of his mobile phone, shined it at the main entrance of the old house, glanced up and down and asked: "Jiang Chen, is this the old house you bought? I don't see any surprises."

They didn't watch Jiang Chen's live broadcast, so of course they didn't know the secret.

Only Yang Fugui is the most laid-back.

He has nothing to do every day except watching the young lady twerking and watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

So when he heard this, Yang Fugui didn't make it clear and continued: "Mr. Liang, you are an appraisal expert at Sotheby's. Why don't you take a look?"

Several people looked at the old house door.

Li Mo adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled and said: "Can you tell something just by looking outside? Open the door, go in and take a look! I'm sure there are good things inside!"

Although it was the first time I met Jiang Chen.

But Li Mo already knew something about Jiang Chen through other people's mouths.

Jiang Chen is a young man.

If you don't see a rabbit, don't let go of the hawk.

As long as he is willing to "suffer a loss" to buy something.

That means that that thing will definitely not cause Jiang Chen to suffer.

Chen Wanshan had also known Jiang Chen's characteristics for a long time and said with a smile: "That's inevitable. Jiang Chen came all the way here to buy an old house in the countryside. Who would believe that he doesn't want anything?"

It seemed like they weren't paying attention to the door.

Yang Fugui, who knew the inside story, couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Good guy!

Didn't you even notice the co-authorship?

Chen Wanshan urged: "Jiang Chen, open the door on 2.6, don't just stand around, let us go in and take a look."

Jiang Chen smiled: "Teachers, I'm letting you guys see it now. Don't you realize it at all?"

Hear the words.

Several people froze in place.

What's the meaning…………………

They drank some wine, and their heads were not working so well.

Now I am even more confused by Jiang Chen's words.

Seeing that both of them looked like they were mentally retarded, Yang Fugui was so excited that he quickly stood up and acted like a fool: "Oh, can't you tell? This gate is

What a good thing! Yellow rosewood!" He walked up and slapped the door hard twice with his palm.

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone's eyes widened in excitement.

They all turned on the flashlights of their mobile phones and shined the light on the wooden door.

The audience in the live broadcast room also suddenly realized.

——[Shit~! Are wooden doors a good thing?!]

[No wonder! Let me tell you, Brother Chen just passed by here, why did he suddenly want to buy this house? It turns out that the wooden door is valuable! 】

[Huanghuali wood is divided into Hainan and Vietnam. Hainan huanghuali has always been valuable. One ton of wood can sell for 10 million, but the price of Vietnamese huanghuali is more expensive than ordinary wood.

Just throw it away. 】

[Ten million per ton!? This wooden door weighs at least three hundred kilograms! That’s more than three million?]

[Song Miaomiao said before that this family has not come back for more than ten years. Doesn’t that mean that no one has seen the value of these wooden doors for more than ten years? 】

[This is that the more dangerous a place is, the safer it is. Who would have thought that the wooden door that he passes nineteen times a day and has been repaired ten times a day is a valuable thing. 】

at this time.

In Jiang Chen’s live broadcast room.

There are not just ordinary viewers.

There is another person with a special identity who is always paying attention to Jiang Chen's live broadcast. She is Song Miaomiao, the agent of Shell Real Estate. .