The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

Government officials held a grand ceremony for the reconstruction of the Linwu District on the day when the renovation was completed and talked to reporters from all walks of life.

Although Qiao Wen was contemptuous of this act of taking credit, he didn't care much. Anyway, no matter how they brag about their political achievements, they have to bring their Wennan real estate with them. Only Ouyang Yuan was so angry that he could only blow his nose and stare. The officials were respectful in front of him, so that he couldn't express his temper. In the end, he could only pretend to be unwell, leave the stage early, and leave the politicians to enjoy their performances.

As soon as Ouyang Yuan retreated, Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan also left with the excuse of sending him off. This was the first time the two got into Ouyang Yuan's car and was invited by him to be a guest at home.

This famous architect, both inside and outside, did not live in a wealthy area such as Victoria Peak Repulse Bay, but instead lived in a three-story building near Tin Shui Wai.

It was originally an old building before the war. After being remodeled by him, although it looks ordinary in appearance, it is very quiet and elegant after entering.

"Master, you are back!"

After entering the entrance hall, an old lady with kind eyebrows greeted with her silver-white hair tangled into a neat bun. She was wearing a plaid cheongsam and a pair of embroidered cloth shoes under her feet. She was very old-fashioned.

Ouyang Yuan responded gently, took off his hat and put it in her hand, smiled and introduced to the two juniors: "Anan Awen, this is my wife."

"Hello Mrs. Ouyang!"

"Hello, how are you!" Mrs. Ouyang is already in her old age, her face is covered with wrinkles that symbolize the years, but she still can see that she should be a beauty when she is young. With a dear face, Qiao Wen checked Ouyang Yuan's information. He was born in a poor family in Suzhou, worked in a tea garden, and was funded by his owner to study successfully, and traveled across the oceans to further his studies in Cambridge. Only when he returned from his studies and returned to Suzhou's hometown, the host family was already in a downfall. The young lady of the host family who had been admired for a while also married others and became a widow. It was a difficult life.

At that time, it coincided with the end of the Northern Expedition, and there was a rare prosperity in the country. He has obtained a teaching position in Fudan and has also begun to undertake major projects for the new government. He has a bright future, but he insists on marrying a widowed hostess. After several decades of turnover, the couple went from Shanghai to the United States and settled in Hong Kong City after experiencing war.

Mrs. Ouyang asked the servant to bring tea, and said softly: "You are chatting, I will arrange lunch."

Ouyang Yuan nodded: "You let Gui Gui make a squirrel mandarin fish, and you will taste it yourself."

Mrs. Ouyang smiled and nodded: "I know."

Xiao Yingying watched his wife leave, and Ouyang Yuan stretched out his hand and joked: "The two little bosses are drinking tea."

Qiao Wen laughed, looked around the room, and said: "Uncle Ouyang's taste is really extraordinary, elegant and simple, yet modern and fashionable."

Ouyang Yuan smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, Awen, you don't want to flatter me. Now that the renovation of the iliac house has been completed, I know that you did not help for no reason. You can speak now if you have anything to do."

Sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy. Qiao Wen clenched his fist against his nose and coughed slightly. Since the other party is already straight to the point, he can't turn around anymore, chuckled lightly, and said: "It seems that you can't hide anything from Uncle Ouyang's eyes. We really have something to ask Uncle Ouyang for help."

Chen Jianan stretched out two swarthy arms, and said: "Uncle Ouyang, you see that I will soon be tanned this month, I beg you to help me?"

Ouyang Yuan glanced at him with a smile: "It depends on what is busy."

Qiao Wen said: "That's it. We have a piece of wasteland near Qingshui Bay, which is half a mountain and the sea. It is about 20 acres and is backed by the mountain and the sea. We plan to develop a high-end villa and want to invite Uncle Ouyang to design it for us."

Ouyang Yuan said: "You want to invite me, you should have inquired about it. I haven't done commercial design for almost eight years. Many real estate commercials came to invite me with money bags, but I refused. Besides..." He paused slightly. Then he continued, "The high-end villas are nothing more than satisfying the rich. The rich in Hong Kong City are insatiably greedy, electing the stock market and real estate, which is not controlled by them. I have passed the age of begging for food from them, and I don’t want to do anything for them anymore. Originally, I saw that the two of you were quite Akagi's heart, but now it seems that I just want to climb up and become the rich man who exploits people."

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "If you are poor, you will be alone, and if you want to benefit the world, Uncle Ouyang must understand this better than us. Although the villa is sold to the rich, it also means making money from the rich and also for the poor. To provide work. I know that Uncle Ouyang will not come out for money. Originally, we were not rich people. We couldn't use sack to carry money to invite you. But I know that Uncle Ouyang’s original intention of learning architecture is to'An De Guangsha ten million In the meantime, the world’s poorest people will be happy in the world.’ It must be the same now. If Uncle Ouyang is willing to design for us, we happen to have excess land in hand. You can build two 10-storey low-rent houses in your name. The price of low-cost housing is rented to poor families who do not have a house."

At the position of Ouyang Yuan, he would no longer design a building for money. Those who can invite him are all because of his preferences. Before his semi-retirement, most of his works were buildings that benefit ordinary people, such as libraries and concert halls, and let him design high-end villas. To outsiders, it was a fantasy.

Qiao Wen just did what he liked, holding the mentality of giving it a try.

"Oh?" Ouyang Yuan was a little surprised when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows slowly, "The profit of 20 villas has been built with two low-rent houses, but there is not much left."

Qiao Wen laughed: "I and Anan are also from poor families. Using the money earned from the rich to help the poor is also within our ability."

Ouyang Yuan looked at him with an unpredictable expression, and remained silent for a long while. Just as Qiao Wen began to feel uneasy, the other party suddenly laughed loudly: "Anyway, you can do this. It's far better than the charity dinner in the city. The rich are hundreds of times higher. Okay, I promise you."

Qiao Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Thank you Uncle Ouyang, then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Chen Jianan on the side smiled and said, "I knew that Uncle Ouyang would not refuse us."

Ouyang Yuan stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead lightly: "Yes, you see that you have all changed from being a pretty girl to a black charcoal. If I don't agree, you can't cry with me."

Chen Jianan squeezed his neck and said, "Man, he bleeds without tears."

He said that his face was not red and his heart was not beating, but Qiao Wen could not help but shook his head and laughed at the scene of howling in his mind.

Although two ten-story buildings can cut the profit of the villa by two-thirds, it is actually very impressive for them now. Moreover, although the low-cost housing is not profitable, the property rights of the house are in their hands. Assets that are always in value. The most important thing is that Wennan Real Estate's first commercial project is to cooperate with Ouyang Yuan. In the future, if you sit at home, there will be projects to come to your door. This is the most important value.

A sumptuous lunch, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves. Ouyang and his wife are already at the age of a grandson. However, their only daughter is married to Canada. The grandson is a teenager and can see each other two or three times a year. Therefore, it is inevitable to be close to young people when they see them. These two offspring, one healthy and handsome, one gentle and handsome, and well-behaved. They are really a pair of lovely children. When they bid farewell from Ouyang's house, Mrs. Ouyang also booked the next day for dinner.

After finishing a major event, Qiao Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief. After getting into the taxi, he leaned back on his chair as if he was unloaded.

Chen Jianan also breathed a sigh of relief and leaned heavily beside him, but he was not relieved, simply because he had eaten too much just now.

Qiao Wen turned his head and glanced at him, and saw that his black face was really the same as Hei Tan. He couldn't help but touched it and said, "Brother Nan, fortunately, Uncle Ouyang has agreed to my invitation, otherwise you will count as a month. It's in vain."

Chen Canan said: "I just thought about it. If he doesn't agree, I will go to his house every day to please Mrs. Ouyang. I observed carefully, and Uncle Ouyang is a strict wife."

Qiao Wen laughed: "You are quite careful!"

"Of course, this month can't be done in vain. My tanning is a trivial matter, and it's a big deal for you to worry about so much."

Qiao Wen murmured: "Stupid!"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Jianan reached out and pinched his face.

"Don't make trouble," Qiao Wen smiled and flicked his hand away, "By the way, tomorrow is your birthday. Where do you want to go?"

Chen Jianan nodded: "Think about it. Let's go for a picnic in Lai Chi Kok. The sea is clean and there are few people."

"Row."

Early the next morning, Chen Canan, who was 20 years old, ate the birthday noodles cooked by his uncle and aunt, then took his luggage and hurried to the next door called Qiao Wen.

Qiao Wen had already packed his duffel bags in advance, and when he came, the two of them went straight out.

In the elevator, Chen Jianan couldn't contain his excitement, and said, "Xiao Qiao, this is the first time we two went out to play alone."

The two have visited the street countless times and eaten countless times together, but they have never gone out to play well, neither have gone to the mountains nor the sea. One is that Qiao Wen is weak and does not dare to toss too much. He was an otaku who didn't like to go out since he was a child. It is very rare for Chen Jianan to go shopping with him once in a shopping mall.

But after more than a year, the two have experienced so much. Although Qiao Wen's body is still far from Chen Canan, who is the same as a calf, he is not so sick that he can pant in two steps. The most important thing is that. Willing to go out more.

Qiao Wen looked at his excited appearance and smiled: "Are you so happy?"

"Of course, this is also the first time to celebrate a birthday like this. Can you be upset?"

Qiao Wen nodded: "Yes, I'm twenty years old, and I will be a real adult from now on."

Chen Jianan raised his head high: "I've been an adult long ago, very big."

Qiao Wen looked at him suspiciously, and even glanced down at him, making sure that he didn't mean something, but he wanted to deviate.

When he got downstairs, Chen Jianan took his hand, desperate to get the motorcycle, but was held by Qiao Wen: "Wait, I'll show you a gift first."

"Is there a gift?" Chen Canan was embarrassed, "We haven't given a gift on our birthday before."

Children in slums whose parents still remember their birthdays are happy to be able to eat a bowl of birthday noodles and get some pocket money. Birthday gifts, birthday parties, are things that only rich people have. What's more, between boys, Chen Canan has a good relationship with the original body, and he has never given a gift. At most, he will go to the sugar store and the ice room to have a meal.

But who doesn't want to have a big birthday?

Qiao Wen laughed: "After that, we will all give each other gifts."

Chen Jianan nodded vigorously: "Well, I will send it to eighty years old." After finishing speaking, he quickly added, "How old is it to live?"

Qiao Wen: "Good."

"What gift are you giving me?" Chen Jianan followed him out.

Qiao Wen: "I'll know right away."

It was already nine o'clock, and there were few pedestrians on the road. He led the people to a stop by a blue Chevrolet car on the side of the road, took out a key from his pants pocket and handed it to him.

"What?" Chen Canan didn't know why.

"gift."

Chen Jianan said in a puzzled way: "What are you doing when you give me a key?"

Qiao Wen laughed and pointed at the car next to him.

Chen Jianan was stunned, and then looked down at the key in his hand. After a long while, he finally realized, and said incoherently, "You...you gave me a car?"

Qiao Wen said, "Well, didn’t you let me take the driver’s license test with me before? We start a company now, and you will run out from time to time in the future. You can’t always ride a motorcycle. Now we don’t have much money, we can only buy this, and wait for it. If you have money, buy a Pingji Lamborghini."

Chen Jianan's eyes were wide with excitement, his lips quivered, and he couldn't speak. He had just moved out of the city, and Qiao Wen took him to test his driver's license. He thought that he must buy a good car if he makes money in the future. Give it to Xiao Qiao, but you can't let him rub the four-eyed boy's car.

Unexpectedly, in just a few months, Qiao Wen gave him one first, and it was the model that the two of them had visited before visiting the car dealership.

Damn, I really want to cry.

Seeing the twenty-year-old man in front of him, his eyes were red, Qiao Wen stretched out his hand and waved twice in front of his face, and said with a smile: "Brother Nan, don't you need to be so excited, right?"

"Aw--" Chen Canan yelled, stretched out two sturdy arms, and hugged Qiao Wen a few times, "Xiao Qiao, you are so kind to me! I want to love him to death." is you!"

Although there are not many pedestrians on the road, one or two passing by from time to time, a man hugs the man around, it is a bit scary no matter what. Qiao Wen ordered this car a few days ago. In order to give this guy a surprise, someone from the car dealership sent it over this morning.

Sure enough, the success was overwhelming.

He was turned a little dizzy and finally fell to the ground. Chen Jianan held his face again and kissed his forehead twice. It’s not the first time he did it. He always gets excited like this, but he used to be at home. This time on the street, Qiao Wen couldn’t help his ears getting hot, he just wanted to dig a hole in, but he It's not that the gopher can't drill the hole, so he can only quickly say: "Get in the car and try it!"

"Yeah." Chen Jianan drove the car and left the luggage bags of the two directly in the back seat of the car. Seeing Qiao Wen getting in the car slowly and putting on the seat belts, he said loudly, "Sit down!"

Qiao Wen saw his eyes flashing, and said with grief: "Don't get excited, and drive slowly!"

"Don't worry!" The voice fell, placed the foot of the accelerator and stepped on it hard, and the car slammed out like an arrow from the string.

Qiao Wen: "..."