Urban Young Fairy

"Your surname?"

Wei Wenhui spoke, his voice was slow, he was not anxious or slow, and his eyes fell on Lin Yi’s body, and his dark eyes were a bit deep.

"Lin."

“I often hear people say that Lin Biao always remembers you, but I have never had a chance to see it.”

Wei Wenhui nodded: "You are in Quhang, not in Yanjing, although Quhang is good, outstanding people, but compared to Yanjing, it is still a bit of a taste."

"I am a native of Yanjing. The ancestors began to sell along the streets and rely on street juggling. Later, grandfathers and grandfathers plucked money and did business. They didn't get any money at the end of the last century, but Yanjing still stayed. Two quadrangles."

Wei Wenhui spoke while talking.

The most valuable thing in Yanjing is not a three-storey villa, nor a company with a lot of water, but an authentic courtyard building.

Wei Wenhui said that it is easy, but listening is more intentional.

Nowadays, the price of a formal courtyard house is more than 100 million yuan?

That's all antiques, the value is not a trick.

This time, listening to Wei Wenhui talking about this matter, the rest of the mathematics department is a look of embarrassment.

They also know Wei Wenhui for a short period of time, but they have never heard him talk about such things.

Sun Jiechi was in the same place, Zhao Wei was curious and blinking. Even Nana, who had been looking for a handsome guy, immediately fell into the eyes of Wei Wenhui.

"A set of courtyards, can one billion get it?"

Sun Jie curiously asked, when asked, the gaze of the line of sight was not blinking.

Prior to this, Guo Feng did not tell her about Wei Wenhui's life background. She thought that Wei Wenhui was just a good student with good academic performance and great prospects. She pulled out and Chen Lin, who was thinking about Chen Lin's thoughts, had a desperate struggle.

Sun Jie’s thoughts are on the one hand to look at the cultivation and character of the Qu Hang kid, and on the other hand, there is hope that Chen Linyi can understand the gaps and differences between the two more clearly in order to make better choices. .

But it is different now.

Wei Wenhui suddenly turned from a good student with good prospects and excellent prospects, and turned into a rich second generation with a mysterious secret price of hundreds of millions.

And this rich second generation of low-key is horrible, from the clothes on the top, but can not see a little bit of mad shadow, and the second generation of the second generation who grew up at the foot of the Imperial City, is essentially different.

The power contrast is disparity.

Sun Jie also regretted some.

Money is in her eyes, of course it is a good thing.

But the choice between love and happiness is often reversed because of the existence of money.

"The smaller courtyard is indeed a multi-billion, but the two courtyards in Weigekou are not ordinary quadruples."

Guo Feng smiled and didn't pay attention to Sun Jie's angry eyes. He continued to open his mouth: "I have been to the yard. The set is two in and two out. The set is three in and three out, just in the alley next to the Forbidden City. ”

"In the early years, a hundred years old banyan tree in the yard was pulled out for auction and sold for 21 million."

His voice is faint. When it comes to numbers, the tone is particularly eager, and he can't help but take a bit of pride.

"A banyan tree, sold for 21 million?"

"A hundred years of eucalyptus is impossible for this price!"

"That is not necessarily the old banyan tree rooted under the Forbidden City. It is a cultural relic. It is not unusual for this price."

"So, the value of the two courtyards is probably around 100 million?"

A lot of people in the Department of Mathematics at Yanjing University were screaming and full of shock, and Wei Wenhui, who was sitting there all the time, looked at it.

This Nima is more than the average second generation.

What's more, like this old-fashioned courtyard house, as long as it is not moved there, the future value will only get higher and higher.

"The price is not high, but it is okay."

A glass of beer, Wei Wenhui's voice is faint, looking at Lin Yi's line of sight, a little more sharp: "It is not to fight against you, I am just explaining a fact, I hope you can understand."

"A man who can be seen by Linda and remembered for so long, I guess it can't be a person who is too ordinary."

"But Yanjing is a place where there is no shortage of geniuses and geeks, but you have the talent to go all out, and it will be vulnerable in the face of high housing prices."

Wei Wenhui's voice is still quiet, it seems that he can't hear much sorrow and joy.

His light is clear and his tone is deep, maintaining a consistent and restrained posture.

Even when he was just talking about his background, he did not give a feeling of arrogance.

On the contrary, it is like talking about events that have nothing to do with it, and it does not bring a little bit of resentment.

"What do you say about this?"

Chen Linyi sat next to Lin Yi’s side. When she heard Wei Wenhui’s words, her look changed and her tone became more serious: “Wei Xuechang, how many houses in your family are yours, I am not interested in knowing.”

"If you just want to show off the wealth, please don't look at me, your house is your money, and I have nothing to do with it."

Chen Lin’s face was solemn, and the smoldering fire reached the edge of the explosion.

Wei Wenhui did not speak, shook his head and continued to look at Lin Yi: "There is no need for a girl to block the knife for you at this time."

"I didn't mean to show off the rich, just to explain the facts. The fact is that I have a family base, which can make the life of Lin Dai in Yanjing City elegant and rich, and decent."

"So you, Lin."

"You, is the second generation rich?"

Wei Wenhui asked for questions.

Lin also picked up a can of beer on the table, opened the ring, shook his head, and did not panic.

"Official _ second generation?"

Wei Wenhui asked again.

The people around have not spoken.

Guo Feng’s face showed a smile from a little winner. He shook his beer can and gently touched the glass with the classmates next to him, a look that must be obtained.

Others looked at Lin Yi, who was sitting there, and in the field of vision, more was waiting.

The atmosphere inside the deck became strange.

The girl singing on the stage adjusted the position of the microphone and the guitar at this time, cleared the voice, changed the tone from the song "Zebra Zebra", and began to sing Zhao Lei's "Southern Girl."

The tone is still melodious, the voice is more low and hoarse.

More people beside them are also aware of the unusual atmosphere of the deck.

Lin also shook his head again.

Wei Wenhui's face is still quiet, Guo Feng's mouth has been gently raised.

"Even if it is the second generation of the small place below, when it comes to Yanjing, it is the dragon that is on the plate, and the tiger is lying."

Wei Wenhui’s temperature is harmonious, but at this moment, the sharpness of his body has gradually begun to emerge: "So, you are neither a rich second generation nor an official _ second generation, you think. What do you give to Lin Biao happiness?"

"Or do you want to use love to use material to measure such old-fashioned rhetoric, or to say that you have a bright future, and push pressure and responsibility to the future?"

Wei Wenhui's eyes are stunned, and the momentum of the falcon has finally revealed a sharp claw tip.

He disdains to preach the identity of the rich second generation, and does not bother to publicize how many connections there are.

I just hope to come up with the most effective method.

It’s a reality that a penny is hard to beat a penny.

Guo Feng and others do not speak ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ sight is still watching Lin Yi.

Chen Lin’s face was anxious, but there was nothing to do.

Nana looked at her head and Zhao Yan looked thoughtful.

Sun Jie looked at the face of the boy who was flickering under the light.

Suddenly thinking about it, it is too cruel to throw the young boy just in college into such a realistic conversation.

Lin also took a sip of wine, and the beer bottle of the can was put on the wine table.

The bottom of the bottle touches the tabletop and makes a crisp, crisp sound.

The sound is not loud, but it is enough to focus on the sight of everyone around you.

He looked at Wei Wenhui and his voice was sparse.

"I agree with some of your views."

“The world is very realistic, and it is unwise to push responsibility and pressure into the future.”

Lin also said something.

Someone else has already revealed the smile of the winner.

Guo Feng gave Wei Wenhui a refueling look, and the sight of Lin Yi’s body fell on his pity.

"But I am sorry."

"I am not a rich second generation."

"I am a rich generation."

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