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"Well, Zheng Fan is righteous enough. Someone shouted.

"Hey, Zheng Fan, what are you buying a house for?" someone asked curiously.

Zheng Fan: "People in positions like me originally had drivers, assistants, and guards who followed me, and of course they bought houses for these people." "

Seriously, he's really good enough to enjoy nothing in a position like this.

Well, originally, no matter what he was, there were no less than two people who protected him.

If he hadn't proven his skills and surpassed those special forces too much, he wouldn't have let him stay in this courtyard all the time.

After all, research talents like him are not only concerned by their own country, but also by other countries. Wooing researchers and killing capable researchers is one of the national policies of various countries.

His information is listed as confidential, and although the name of the vice president is only an honor, it is said to be through the back door, but it is also eye-catching, that is, it is not listed as that kind of special personnel.

Well, of course, because of his tumultuous operation, no one thought that a person of this level would live in a bunch of superlatives, at least so far, he has not seen suspicious people nearby.

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned.

They want to find out if there is any policy, but not to hear you show off your treatment.

Zheng Fan, my kid deliberately wants me to go out to live, how can my house be calculated? Although my house is half broken on top, it doesn't look good, but these four sides are good, and the area is quite large. Zheng

Fan smiled slightly: "Uncles, this one! I think it's better to invite some professionals to check it out." If you are interested in selling, come to me to say your intention, after I have counted, I will ask professionals to evaluate tomorrow.

"Rest assured, although I don't have a very good relationship with everyone, I have lived under the same roof for more than ten or twenty years, right? Well, I'll get a fraction more than the price on the market, how?

"Good!" "

Okay, Zheng boy, take a look at my house.

"Xiao Zheng, can you estimate first, let's think about it for a few more days?"

This kind of thing is voluntary, as long as the formalities and the like are not completed, you can repent. Zheng Fan said generously.

Now the houses in this city are tight, a large number of people live in a small house, not a few, want to buy nowhere to buy, but does not mean that the house can sell well.

One is that the house transaction is strictly controlled, the person who buys the house needs to be reviewed, what is the identity, what is the use, and how many can pass under a series of reviews?

The second is that the current people, ordinary people have no money, want to buy a large amount of money to very little (the people in the Red Star courtyard are already much richer than other ordinary people, at least richer than the people in Han Chunming's courtyard. This can be seen from the money donated and from the purchase of a television set).

Besides, people nowadays don't mind the housing environment, one by one, they cling to the money in their pockets and do their best to store food, so they are not willing to buy a house.

After his village, if he wants to sell the house again, he will have to wait at least another two or three years before it is possible to sell, and it is only limited to that possibility.

He doesn't believe it, and those who already intend to leave will regret it.

In just a few days, there were nine families left in the entire courtyard, a third less populous at once.

These nine families are Yi Zhonghai's two children, Liu Haizhong two children, Yan Bugui's two children, Silly Zhu and Qin Huairu's family, Xu Damao's two families, Li Lianying and Liugen in the front yard, and Aunt Chen in the middle courtyard.

Those who had conditions and access all took the money given by Zheng Fan and left the courtyard.

It is also with Yi Zhonghai, these old people, or Xu Damao, who is deeply involved with Zheng Fan, and is unwilling to leave the Red Star Courtyard.

It is also the family home of the current Red Star Rolling Mill, and there is a newly built building, and the environment there is much better than this Red Star Courtyard.

Well, at least for those people, it feels good.

In Zheng Fan's view, the courtyard is more than twice or three times better than the place where it is said to be a building but is actually a tube building.

Living in this courtyard, the place is open, the activity area is large, the only inconvenient thing is the thatched house, it takes so long to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, people are awake.

As for the aging of the building and the poor facilities, is that a thing?

It is not a matter at all, because Zheng Fan has found an engineering team and stationed in the courtyard, and it is necessary to completely renovate the newly bought house (of course, the antique and structural style cannot be changed, otherwise there will be less cultural heritage).

Zheng Fan is busy with the house, and Han Chunming is fighting for the bicycle.

Two broken bicycles were placed outside the house, one from the second sister Han Chunxue, and the other from the courtyard of Han Chunming's eldest sister's house, both of which were bought by Han Chunming for five yuan a piece.

Han Chunming was disassembling the tires of one of the bicycles, assembling them, and was sweating profusely.

Han Chunming's mother looked at her youngest son's appearance, and fanned her son in pain.

Although this little cool breeze is of little use for this sultry weather, it is also stronger than no wind at all.

"Can you make do with it?" asked Han Chunming's mother.

Han Chunming: "Don't worry, it won't take a week, I will buy the old one and save the new one, and a few hands upside down, and this new car will come out."

Han Chunming's mother laughed out loud: "Mom doesn't believe it." At

that time, saying that was just to give the little five a support in front of other children, so that the children who were already alone cared more about the younger son, but it did not mean that they really believed that with the old one, a new bicycle would be built.

Ten yuan to have an old bicycle that can be ridden is already the biggest expectation in her heart for Xiao Wuzi.

"If you don't believe it, just watch. Han Chunming said and turned around, waving at his mother: "Okay! Go, go to sleep.

Han Chunming's mother: "Look at your sweat."

Han Chunming: "I have a hand towel, I'll just wipe it." Let's go,

let's go!" Han Chunming's mother looked at her youngest son's demonstration, wiped the sweat on her head, listened to (Nuo Zhao) his words, slapped a few more times, hesitated a few times, it was too late!"

After driving his mother away, Han Chunming was preoccupied with the bicycle slave.

A few nights later, when Han Chunming was tinkering with the bicycle, his mother came around a few more times, cared a few times, watched the bicycle being dismantled and integrated again, and gradually had that way, and he was relieved.

Han Chunming reintegrated the parts of the two cars, some rusty polished, and minor problems repaired

Indeed, in less than a week, a bicycle that looked fifty percent new appeared in his hand, and there was no use for the disease.

Han Chunming tried it satisfied, and proudly pushed the car to the bearded bicycle shop at the mouth of the alley.