The god of the world

Chapter 117

At the end of May in Shanghai, the temperature suddenly soared.

Convertible Rafa finally has a place to use.

Don't be too envious of the male compatriots driving on the road and in the lane next to you.

Look at the beautiful woman sitting in the co-pilot, she's pretty and smooth.

Look at the yellow-faced woman who is the co-pilot, she has big arms and round waist.

Yuyuan Road.

A small three-story building, under the shadow of dense sycamore trees, quiet and low-key.

There is a parking master at the door, but seeing this Lafah with a convertible top, I can't help but feel my scalp tingle.

It stands to reason that he should help the guests park their cars.

But the problem is, with tens of millions of supercars, who has the guts to park for others.

Therefore, the parking master trotted over decisively, "Hello, please drive ahead, I will give you directions."

Lin Shen didn't have trouble being a parking master for others.

With expert driving skills, it is no problem to reverse the car with your eyes closed.

After parking the car, Lin Shen went to open the passenger door in a gentlemanly manner, and reached out to support Qin Lan who was about to stand up from the lower body.

The man's hot palm conveyed an astonishing temperature.

Qin Lan deceived herself and attributed all this to the hot weather.

For girls who want to taste delicious food but are afraid of gaining weight, then it is definitely right to try this vegetarian restaurant called Fuhehui.

However, Qin Lan is obviously not the first time here, and he is more familiar with this place than Lin Shen.

Ordinary people work hard for a month before they are willing to bring their girlfriends to have fun.

For Qin Lan, it might really be that she was tired from shopping with her girlfriends and came over for a light meal.

The waiter led the two of them to the private room on the third floor, where the gauze-like translucent glass and solid wood cabinets are the partition walls.

Under the bamboo curtains, natural light is introduced, and the interior becomes bright and dark, creating an ethereal feeling.

The peaceful and quiet atmosphere, the faint sandalwood can be smelled everywhere, so that the soul can be temporarily relaxed.

For the menu link, when you book in advance, you have already selected it.

880 set meal, with tea plus 298, close to 1200 per person.

For a vegetarian restaurant, the prices are sky-high.

It is somewhat unfriendly to meat lovers.

After sitting down for a while, the waiter first served Lin Shen and Qin Lan a pot of tea, 14-year-old Fuding old white tea boiled with 10-year-old tangerine peel.

According to the waiter's introduction, the tea set is a handmade gold-plated teapot brought back from the island country, and it is matched with a silver-glazed master cup customized by JDZ. The details are still in place.

Taking a sip of tea, and the busyness of the past few months, it seems to be separated into two worlds.

Beautiful women and handsome men are always pleasing to the eye.

The little sister who served them in the private room had an aunt's smile on her face, as if she was enjoying CP while chasing dramas.

Especially Qin Lan, the elegance and confidence of that mature woman made the waiter's little sister very envious.

When eating, Qin Lan also popularizes science from time to time. From the source of ingredients and the creativity of dishes, she is more professional than the waiters.

Lin Shen was also very curious, "Sister Lan often comes to this store?"

Qin Lan explained with a smile, "That's not true, it's just that I have invested in this store casually before, and I can be regarded as a brand partner."

The two chatted for a while, and a well-maintained middle-aged man in his early forties knocked on the door of the private room with a smile on his face.

After entering, the man greeted him quite warmly.

"Mr. Qin, thanks to the front desk manager for reminding me, otherwise I would not have had the chance to meet you. Is this your friend?"

"President Fang, you're welcome. This is my friend, Lin Shen."

Qin Lan was obviously not that enthusiastic about Mr. Fang, and just nodded very flatly.

"Since Lin is always Mr. Qin's friend, when you come to my store in the future, you must say hello in advance."

"Well, I'll ask someone to change the pot of tea for you two later. This kind of ordinary tea is not worthy of the identities of Mr. Qin and Mr. Lin."

Fang Yuan explained a few words to the waitress, and then he flashed away very wittily.

After a while, the waitress came in again with a pot of tea, which was cool and quite expensive.

Tsk, rich women are different, they are always treated so politely when they come to have a meal.

"Don't think too much."

Qin Lan was afraid that Lin Shen would misunderstand her, so she deliberately explained: "Boss Fang just rented my house. At that time, he didn't have enough money, so he discussed with me to exchange part of the rent into shares, and I became a partner of his restaurant. people, but only take dividends from dry shares, and ignore everything else.”

Lin Shen was stunned for a moment, feeling extremely shocked.

Damn, this is an old bungalow in Shanghai.

When he was an intermediary before, he heard from those old fritters that any old bungalow would cost over [-] million yuan.

In particular, the Yan Family Garden, which was listed for 10 billion before, is even more outrageous.

I've dreamed crookedly before, and when I have money, I will live in Yan's garden.

But the reality is that the monthly rent can be barely turned over by borrowing money.

"Sister Lan, you said this bungalow is yours?"

"To be precise, it belongs to my ex-husband."

Qin Lan didn't feel very sad. After so many years, her daughter occupied her entire spiritual world.

"Tsk, the old bungalow on Yuyuan Road has such a large area, at least it's worth three or four hundred million yuan, right?"

Lin Shen said with emotion that there are not many existing bungalows in Shanghai.

数量仅有4000-5000幢，其中95%的所有权由国家所有，只有大约200-250幢老洋房是私有。

Some bungalows still have the problem of unclear property rights, and there are only about 100 old bungalows with clear property rights that can be sold.

Rare things are more expensive, and the few bungalows are basically in a state of being priceless.

Most of them belong to historical relics, and each one cannot be copied.

Especially for well-preserved buildings with unique styles, their added value cannot be measured by money.

Qin Lan nodded slightly, "Almost, there are quite a few people who want to buy it, but I'm not interested in selling it at the moment. It's good to be a charter woman."

Seeing that the atmosphere is not bad, Lin Shen tentatively asked: "Sister Lan, I invested in that nightclub before, but now there is something wrong with the funds. My car has a market value of more than 4000 million, and I want to put it on your mortgage. , can you see it?"

"I just said that if you have nothing to do to be courteous, there must be something."

Qin Lan glared at Lin Shen, but she wasn't very angry. Instead, she twitched her cheeks with interest, and said provocatively, "I can lend you money, but I don't want the car. It's troublesome to deal with."

"Uh……"

Lin Shen smiled wryly. The most valuable possessions in his hands seemed to be three magical cars.

"Forget it, I'll think about it later."

Lin Shen pondered that Brother Fa, who sold the car to him before, might be interested.

Big deal, there is always a way to put the car in Meng Lei's dealership.

"You man, I didn't say no to lending you, but I have to change the way, do you know what I mean?"

Qin Lan's delicate voice sounded, and Lin Shen's hot and humid breath sprayed into Lin Shen's ears, making his heart feel like a cat scratching, itching badly.

"Sister Lan..."

Lin Shen looked at the familiar pretty face in front of him, with light makeup on, making it look even more charming.

A head of wavy curly hair, casually scattered on the fragrant shoulders, wearing black-rimmed glasses without lenses, and a small mouth with red lip gloss under the bridge of the nose.

Qin Lan wore a white shirt with crumbling peaks and a gray OL uniform, but she didn't have a rigid and serious temperament, only charming and tempting to commit crimes.

Gudong.

The sound of swallowing saliva was very clear in the quiet private room.

It's fine if it's an ordinary rich woman, Lin Shen would rather die than follow.

But the problem is, this is a top-notch rich woman with a beauty score of 97, a body score of 95, and a clean life!

So, brothers, do I follow, or do I follow?
(End of this chapter)