Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 284 The Old Driver Leads the Way

This year is just enough to meet the food and clothing line, and everyone doesn't pay much attention to it.

Generally, after the house is built, some furniture is added casually, and people live in it.

It is rare for later generations to study back and forth for several months for a perfect decoration drawing.

But Yue's family is not bad, at least Yue Jiannan asked the family's preferences carefully before bringing Yue Qingqing into the city.

The answers are not the same.

Yue Jiandong: "It's better to be modern. By the way, buy a small coffee table with a phone. I've got in touch with them. When they move in, they will come to install the phone."

Zhang Ying: "My room is casual, but Qingqing's and Xing'er's must be more beautiful, preferably pink. I heard that little girls in the city like this color."

Lin Chunju: "What style? Anyway, my mother doesn't like that kind of bells and whistles. It's better to be like the old house that I lived in before. It's antique."

Yue Xing'er: "Uncle, I want a bookshelf, it's a little shorter, I can just reach it."

Recording everyone's various requests on paper, Yue Jiannan felt like his head was going bald.

The most exaggerated one is Yue Xiaofang, what I just said earlier is fine, let Yue Jiannan figure it out.

Then he drew another picture for him, and arranged in detail what color furniture to buy and where to put it.

It seems that Yue Jiannan just needs to follow the picture, but where can he buy such a desirable thing?

Holding a few thin slips, Yue Jiannan shouldered a heavy responsibility and set off with Yue Qingqing.

After entering the city, he first asked the master who opened the three jumpers to find out the location.

Usually these people walk the streets and alleys and are most familiar with various places in the city.

The man glanced at Yue Jiannan and patted the seat.

"boarding!"

Yue Jiannan hugged Qingqing and went to the bungee three times.

When he got there, he realized that the man hadn't lied to him. The whole street was full of building materials and furniture.

The master pointed out to Yue Jiannan, "People think you are a fool, and it is easy to kill you. After asking the price, don't say anything, and compare a few more. By the way, usually here can deliver the goods to your door, as long as you pay first."

After finishing speaking, the master rode away chug-chug on three jumpers, hiding his merit and fame deeply.

Maybe this is the old driver.

There was an entire street as the object of selection, and Yue Jiannan felt that he had a lot of confidence, so he looked along all the way.

On this street, there are not only new furniture from the factory, custom-made furniture by carpenters, but also cheap and beautiful second-hand furniture.

There are so many things to choose from.

Whether you have a big wallet or a cash-strapped one, you can always find a shop that can spend your money.

Yue Jiannan walked directly towards the brand furniture store.

After all, it takes too long for the carpenter to customize, and the family can't wait.

Yue Jiannan also disliked the furniture used by others.

After all, the condition of the Yue family is better now, and the house is newly bought, so there is no need to buy some second-hand ones to reminisce about bitterness and sweetness.

Seeing that Yue Jiannan was young and brought only a small dumpling, most of the shop assistants didn't seem like someone who came to buy it sincerely, and their attitude was not very warm.

But there are also some enthusiastic ones, blowing up the furniture in the shop.

Yue Jiannan kept in mind the advice of the old driver of Sanbengzi, read more and talk less, and kept the price in his heart.

After turning around twice, he had figured it out, and Yue Jiannan took out a pencil to mark the locations of a few shops.

Ready to go straight to the destination, the final word.

Just two steps away, I turned my head and looked, where is my little niece?

Yue Jiannan was so frightened that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Qingqing!" Yue Jiannan shouted at the top of his voice, ignoring the surprised gazes of others.

"Uncle, I'm here."

A small head full of guilt poked out from a shop not far away.

Yue Jiannan patted his chest and hurriedly walked towards the shop.

Look up.

Um?How is it a shop selling old furniture.

(End of this chapter)