The reborn fierce wife is going to counterattack

Chapter 180
The house on Chunfeng Road that was eager to sell was made of good materials, but its style and scenery were ordinary. It was just a modern house.

However, the yard is very large, about twice the size of a normal house.

The price is only two thousand and nine, and the other two are three thousand two and three thousand eight.

I haven't looked at the other two yet, and Feng Huaying can't say for sure which one I want.

To the owner of the house, a gray-haired old man said: "Master, please leave me the house for a day first, and I can give you an answer tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

"Okay, wait until six o'clock tomorrow afternoon at the latest." The old man's face was full of bitterness, "If it wasn't for lack of money, I wouldn't want to sell the house either."

Feng Huaying didn't like it very much, but there was nothing he could do.

I heard from Uncle Yang that the uncle sold the house because his son lost his family property by betting on rocks, and he owed a lot of money outside.
But this is someone else's life, and she can't control it.

While there was still time, Uncle Yang took Feng Huaying to show another house on Chunfeng Road.

The house is very close to the school. It takes only 5 minutes to get there. The outside is a blue-brick house, and the inside is similar to Uncle Sun’s house, but the yard is much smaller. The seller is not too anxious to sell. not easy.

Three thousand two, the possibility of falling down is very low.

Feng Huaying has basically made a choice, but she still plans to take a look at the remaining family. Uncle Yang has already made an appointment with someone, so she has no choice but to go.

In the evening, I called Ji Weihe and told him about it, "... Which do you think is the right one to buy?"

"The one at No. 99 Chunfeng Road is good." Ji Weihe went through what Feng Huaying said in his mind, and immediately understood her tendency.

"You think so too?" Feng Huaying said happily: "I don't know what the Ming Dynasty house on Yonghua Street looks like, maybe I'll take a fancy to it when the time comes, but it's a bit expensive, it costs three thousand eight, and The one on No. 99 is nearly 1000 yuan short."

1000 yuan, how many people can't save so much money in a lifetime.

"If the house on Yonghua Street is really good, I'll buy it. I'll figure out how to deal with the money." Ji Weihe thought for a while and didn't let Feng Huaying give up the house.

A house is a place to live in for a lifetime, and you have to live comfortably. Both of them can earn money, and they can earn it back soon.

Feng Huaying suddenly smiled like a flower, "How can you be so good."

It's okay to leave the big thing like buying a house to her. Even if the price exceeds their budget, she doesn't hesitate. What kind of fairy husband is this.

Ji Wei and Shen Diandian, who were eager to make money, instantly lightened their hearts: "Just as long as you are happy."

It's okay to borrow money. If the two of them work harder, they can pay it off in a year.

"I'd like to tell you good news. I sold one of the two sets of furniture I made, and I bought one for two hundred and seven." Feng Huaying's eyes sparkled.

"Huanghuali is grown on the mountain. It can be said that there is no cost. The net profit is [-]. Even if we buy a house of [-], we don't have to be in debt for too long, and we can pay it off soon!"

It's not easy for Master and the others to talk about the joy of earning so much money, because they don't want to lose their prudent and reliable image in front of them, but He Jiwei and her don't have so many worries.

Both sets were sold, for more than 500 yuan, one thousand in two months, six thousand in a year, and ten thousand yuan is not far away. Thinking about it, I am very excited, and soon she will be a rich woman!

"Hiss, it's so expensive!" Ji Weihe was surprised, and a faint sense of crisis rose in his heart.

After putting down the phone and going home, Ji Weihe didn't go to rest, but went to the study to fight at night with the lights on. Huaying worked so hard and so hard, he couldn't fall behind too much.

The next day, Feng Huaying took the child to Yonghua Street to look at the house early in the morning.

I went back a bit late yesterday, played with Zhang's mother for a while and didn't see her back, Xiao Zeying is very clingy, and she has to follow wherever she goes.

I was already familiar with Mama Zhang, and I could take her for a while, but now it's useless.

The house on Yonghua Street is indeed antique, with carved window edges, all made of beech wood, and wonderful paintings on the corridors, bright red, blue and green, which reminded her of the corridors of the Summer Palace.

It's just that apart from these, there should have been some flowers and plants planted in the yard, but now there are no more, and only some holes are left.

In addition, all the utensils in the room were gone, nothing was there, not even a chair, and it had been emptied.

"The furniture is gone?" Feng Huaying frowned. If they didn't have those, they would have to spend a lot of money to buy various things.

Even if she knows carpentry, she can save a lot of money, but the time wasted is immeasurable, and pots and pans and other commonly used items add up to a large amount of consumption. Not worth it.

But obviously the woman who sold the house didn't think so, and said impatiently: "Selling a house is not selling furniture. What do you think, do you want to buy it?"

She was a bit thick and dressed in silk, and she wore two gold and silver jewelry on her head. She should be from a good family background, but her face was a bit mean.

When they saw Feng Huaying, they were very disappointed, and showing them the house seemed to be just going through the motions. They didn't think she could buy it, so they didn't want to waste time on her.

"If there is no furniture, three thousand two." Feng Huaying didn't like this man's attitude, but she endured it for the sake of the house.

Its corridors are really in her heart, and she would like to buy it if possible.

The woman sneered: "Don't bargain with me, the price is the same, if you can't afford it, don't waste everyone's time."

Feng Huaying's face turned cold, and his peaceful eyes instantly looked at the woman like a falcon, making the woman hairy for an instant, and a layer of cold sweat brushed her back, not daring to be arrogant anymore.

"I hope you will sell it one day." Feng Huaying and Uncle Yang left.

No matter how good the house was, Feng Huaying didn't want to buy it again, and she wasn't being taken advantage of.

Maybe its value will be very high in the future, but this kind of historic house is not the only one. At this moment, a house of this size is about [-] yuan.

Ordinary people don't pay much attention to history, they only look at materials big and small.

After Feng Huaying left, the woman came to her senses and said with a sneer, "I'm so poor, you want to buy a house, can you afford it?"

"Then let's go to Uncle Sun's to settle the house now." Feng Huaying hugged Xiao Zeying who was tired from playing.

Uncle Yang: "That's fine, the old grandson is here today, so you can go to the real estate bureau to transfer ownership in the morning."

Without wasting time, Feng Huaying and Uncle Sun made an agreement soon. Before leaving, Uncle Sun gave the house one last look with reluctance.

Feng Huaying didn't urge him, Uncle Sun quickly adjusted himself: "Let's go."

I went to the bank to withdraw the money, and then went to the real estate bureau to handle the transfer. The money was given to Uncle Sun, and the freshly released house book with her name on it was also in my hand.

After Uncle Sun left, Feng Huaying rubbed his cheeks with Xiao Zeying, who was still awake, "We have a house, are you happy?"

"Huaying?" Jiang Feng saw Feng Huaying at the gate of the Real Estate Bureau when he got off the car, hesitated a bit, got out of the car and walked over.

"Comrade Jiang, why are you here?" Feng Huaying restrained himself when he saw Jiang Feng with a joyful expression.

"Come to do something, are you here?" Jiang Feng's eyes looked at the little doll in her arms, Gululu's big eyes were very pleasing, he couldn't help but relax his expression and let out a smile.

But that ferocious scar was paired with a stiff expression, fierce eyes, and a fierce aura.

Oh my god, scare silver!
(End of this chapter)