From White Box To Supervision

Zhang Beichuan and Gong Senkui were very satisfied, and the price was 4.2 million (RMB), which is relatively straightforward.

Zhang Beichuan can hardly imagine that this kind of house will be sold, and it is still a low value of 4 million. This kind of villa-like house can be said to be 4 million in Tokyo. It is not high.

After all, an inch of land is an ounce of gold!

Zhang Beichuan was very moved, but after all, this still needs to be discussed, so he can't agree to it hastily.

But Takekawa Takata needs to be reminded.

"Supervisor Beichuan."

"Just call me Beichuan-kun."

"Beichuan-kun, I need to remind you that if you want to buy it, you need to give me an answer as soon as possible. I will be studying abroad next week. I need to sell it within a week. If you want to buy it, please contact me. As soon as possible." Takekawa Takata said.

"OK."

Zhang Beichuan agreed.

On the way back in the car, Zhang Beichuan asked about it.

It's not impossible to squeeze out four million by himself. Although it is slightly difficult, it is not impossible to get it out.

"I think it's okay. It's not enough to buy a similar house at the same price. This is already considered a bargain. If it weren't for the lack of funds, I would like to buy it."

Tanigawa Yutaka expressed his thoughts.

"It's fine for you to make the decision, I have no opinion." Miyamori Aoi smiled slightly.

Gong Senkui didn't say much, and handed the matter over to Zhang Beichuan, who still had to make up his mind on this matter.

After hesitating for a long time, and thinking about it for an afternoon, Zhang Beichuan still decided to buy it. He was already twenty-seven years old, and he didn't want to drag it on like this.

In the evening, I talked to my sister on the phone, and she also expressed her support. In this way, my worries are gone.

......

The next night, Qiuling Coffee Shop.

"Supervisor Beichuan, please, you must not show your legs." Songjiang Qingkong said cautiously.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you, so you can rest assured."

Songjiang Clear Sky: "..."

Why does this sound like a curse to me? Forget it, I'm going.

Songjiang Qingsky and Zhang Beichuan walked in. The netizen that Songjiang Qingsky wanted to see hadn't come yet. He chose a location near the window, while Zhang Beichuan chose behind him.

As an ordinary guest, I don't know Songjiang Qingkong.

After waiting for a while, no one came. Zhang Beichuan asked in a low voice, "Why haven't you come yet?"

"I don't know either, the time has been set." Songjiang Qingkong was also very puzzled.

"Then have you seen her? How does she know about you."

"We made an appointment." Songjiang Qingkong pointed to the clothes on her body and said, "I made an agreement with her. I will wear a red shirt. She wears a white striped shirt and a rabbit hat."

jingle!

The doorbell rang. At this moment, a fat middle-aged man walked in with a beard on his face. Zhang Beichuan didn't care much, but at this moment, he saw the whole body.

White striped shirt with bunny hat?

"Huh? Huh? No way." Zhang Beichuan's eyes widened, and Songjiang Qingkong's face instantly turned pale.

"This...is the netizen you want to meet?" Zhang Beichuan pointed.

"No, no, absolutely not." Songjiang Qingkong seemed to feel 10,000 points of critical damage, her lips were trembling, and she was speechless.

"Look, he's coming towards us."

The middle-aged man really walked slowly towards this side.

dong dong dong.

Because of the close distance, I even saw the hair on the middle-aged man, which was very sloppy.

Getting closer and closer, Songjiang Qingkong was about to cry. He thought that he had been chatting hotly on his mobile phone recently, chatting so affectionately, and his heart began to tremble.

"No, no."

"My condolences and change." Zhang Beichuan sighed and comforted.

However, the scene in Zhang Beichuan's mind called Songjiang did not appear. The middle-aged man passed by the two of them directly, came to a corner and sat down, and ordered two cups of coffee.

"Huh? What do you mean."

bell.

The doorbell remembered again that this time, a young and beautiful woman walked in. She was not very beautiful, but she was pure and cute. Zhang Beichuan was concerned about her clothes, and her clothes were still wearing white stripes with rabbits. Dress up hat.

This is Songjiang Clear Sky to see Xiaohe? The man just now was just a coincidence?

"Hey, Songjiang-kun." Zhang Beichuan hurriedly woke up Songjiang Qingsky, who was bowing his head and was hit.

"Look there."

Songjiang Qingkong heard the words, looked at the door, and then the pale face was instantly revived with blood.

The girl walked towards Songjiang Qingsky and smiled sweetly: "You are Mr. Songjiang Qingsky, I am Kitano Chizuru, and I am the one to meet you this time."

"Are you Xiaohe? Hello, I... I'm Songjiang Clear Sky." Because of nervousness, maybe it was just coming from **** to heaven, Songjiang Clear Sky even stuttered, and Zhang Beichuan couldn't bear to look directly.

"This guy is really." Zhang Beichuan was speechless.

Kitano Chizuru looked indifferent and sat across from him.

At this time, Songjiang Qingkong called the waiter and ordered two cups of coffee and some dessert cakes. Girls, they should all like this.

"Sir, do you need anything?" The waiter also asked Zhang Beichuan who was behind him. In order not to reveal his fault, Zhang Beichuan also bought a cup of coffee casually.

Then, while drinking coffee, Zhang Beichuan also pricked up his ears, eavesdropping, no, he listened to them honestly.

Then, he was poisoned by Songjiang Qingkong's straight male speech.

For example, have you eaten yet? Or how you are.

Zhang Beichuan can't wait to give him a punch, is this still the most talented original artist under his hands? This straight man can see netizens.

"Cough. Cough." Zhang Beichuan coughed twice deliberately, picked up the phone, and said to himself, "Mosimoxi, that's right, your speech is too boring, change what you like to hear, you What? Of course girls like to hear it, um, I'm hanging up."

Pretending to hang up the phone, Zhang Beichuan observed.

Fortunately, although Songjiang Qingkong is very straight, he is not a fool. He understood what Zhang Beichuan meant and changed the subject.

"I think your image is really suitable for being an animated protagonist, it's very beautiful."

"Really?" Kitano Chizuru said with a smile~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I heard that you are the original painter, can you tell us about your original painting work? "

"Of course, let me tell you, animation..."

Songjiang Clear Sky was fine at first, but then it became a technical term, which is obviously confusing to ordinary people.

Zhang Beichuan could see the confusion in Kitano Qianhe's eyes.

Zhang Beichuan answered the phone again: "Mosimoxi, yes, what did you say? I don't understand, you said something simple and interesting."

......

Songjiang Qingkong changed the topic again and talked about his hobbies. Then, the style of painting changed again. He even ignored the girls and talked about what he liked the whole time.

"Ah, ah." Zhang Beichuan felt like he was going crazy. He issued four, but not six. If there is such a thing, he will never help him.

"Moses Moses, yes, it's me, don't worry about yourself, what do the customers on the other side like?"

Zhang Beichuan said, I am really too difficult!