Chapter 23 Inflation

Looking at the sirloin steak and the red wine in the tulip wine glass on the plate, Murong Qingyun only felt that it was his flesh and blood. In less than a cigarette, I took out 5,000 yuan more in my pocket again, and my heart ached for a burst of time. He expects that this is not over yet. Now that he has learned to drive, he will definitely buy a car in the future. I have to pay outside. I regret that it was better to cross the white ice circle at the beginning, and my mood was extremely low.

Sure enough, Murong Qiuwei behaved quite elegantly and self-restrainedly. She cut a small piece of beef and said calmly, "After your daughter-in-law learns to drive, should you sponsor her to buy a car?"

Yang Mengmeng's eyes are wide open, and he raised his ears to listen carefully. Murong Qingyun, who pretended not to hear, only buried his head in eating. His head was slightly raised, and the afterglow of his eyes looked at Murong Qiuwei and dared not answer. After a while, he had been scraped away 210,000 yuan by her. The money was neither stolen nor robbed, but his hard-earned money.

"I'm talking to you, don't put on the back of your ear. What brand of car are you going to send Mengmeng? Murong Qiuwei continued, "Woman, what kind of car do you like?"

Yang Mengmeng had no intention to continue to taste the delicious food on the plate. She couldn't believe what she heard and hesitated, "Mother Qiu Wei, can I really ask for a car?"

"Of course it's true! Have I ever lied to you since I was a child? Murong Qiuwei said with a kind smile.

After a moment of hesitation, Yang Mengmeng, with a blushing face, reached out and twisted the meat on Murong Qingyun's arm and said, "Damn it, how much private money have you hidden behind your back?" His voice began to choke, pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "I have been following you since I was a child. I'm the one who loves you, not your money. We are all about to get married, and are you still going to lie to me?"

Yang Mengmeng, who played love cards, immediately made Murong Qingyun feel a little guilty. In desperation, he just needed to coax him, "This is a high-end place. You should also pay attention to it."

Yang Mengmeng, who suddenly woke up, looked at the next table and realized that this was not her own and could not do whatever she wanted. Sitting upright, her cheeks were bulging, her little face blushed as if she would bleed, and her heart was particularly wronged, as if she were a gold worshiper who would rather sit in a BMW car and cry.

Murong Qiuwei saw Yang Mengmeng's heartless childish temper and smiled and said, "Now, you should know that I am well-intentioned to you. In addition to grab the dead boy's stomach, you should firmly grasp his money bag!"

Yang Mengmeng continuously made a 'en' sound from her mouth. Murong Qingyun, who is a little lonely, complained bitterly and realized that beautiful women could not be with beautiful women, otherwise his favorite "Grandpa Mao" would leave him more and more. It has become an established fact to ask him to pay for a car, and he has to admit it. However, there is still a big difference between a car and a car. After all, it is better to pay tens of thousands of yuan than to pay hundreds of thousands of yuan.

"I admit that I am wrong and should not deposit private money." Murong Qingyun complained, "Although I live on salary, I decided to take out all my private money to buy a car for Yang Mengmeng. Beautiful women can't live without cars and can't squeeze buses, so as not to meet strange uncles.

"Don't give your charity. In the future, buy it yourself. I'm a person with backbone. Yang Mengmeng pouted and said, "You stingy."

Don't forget it. After saving a lot of money, Murong Qingyun, who was very relieved, breathed a long sigh of relief.

"My name is stupid girl, you are so stupid! Now, if you don't seize this opportunity to ask for a car, be careful to regret it in the future. Murong Qiuwei reminded Yang Mengmeng.

Yang Mengmeng, who was silent, was still hesitant, worried that her biological mother would scold her. Last time, Yang's mother had fiercely disciplined a diamond ring of nearly 10,000 yuan. This time, a car is at least tens of thousands of yuan. Maybe Yang's mother will really be furious and hit herself.

"Qiu Wei's mother, I think it's better. I'm afraid of my mother..." Yang Mengmeng, who couldn't wipe his face away, whispered. Since this is the case, the ownership of the car is mine and the right to use it is yours. Your mother must have nothing to say. Murong Qiuwei helped Yang Mengmeng solve her worries and said, "If you learn to drive well, we will have free drivers. With a car, it is convenient to go there. That's the decision. Don't refuse any more."

"Good, I'm afraid some people are not willing." Yang Mengmeng glanced at Murong Qingyun.

A cold light shot out of Murong Qiuwei's eyes, which really made Murong Qingyun shiver and immediately agreed. With a strong smile, he talked for a long time, which is nothing more than saying that this car is a necessary means of transportation to buy sooner or later. By the way, he made up a story that their mother and son had decided before. The main reason why I didn't learn to drive was because I was timid and had poor psychological quality. Then I praised Yang Mengmeng very hard and thanked her for taking the trouble of learning to drive, which solved the problem that their family had wanted to buy a car for a long time without a driver.

"Tomorrow, you can ask Qingyun to give you the money to learn to drive. If he dares to give you less than two pounds, you can tell me. You can think slowly about what brand of car to buy. After all, there is no hurry. Murong Qiuwei explained.

Yang Mengmeng, with a bright smile, agreed. Murong Qingyun's sadness and sadness are useless. She can only slowly do her ideological work and buy a cheap car for the time being. How much money he has, after all, she still doesn't know, and there is no general or vague concept. If you are in a happy mood, your appetite will naturally be good. Yang Mengmeng has a great appetite. Murong Qingyun, sitting next to her left hand, chewing steak like nibbling rubber tires. What's more depressing is that except for the main course meat, the rest of the dishes are vegetarian.

Murong Qingyun felt uncomfortable and protested, "I want to eat meat, not vegetarian."

Murong Qiuwei was responsible for saying, "You are already very fat. Your cholesterol will be too high, the viscosity of your blood will increase, and your stomach will be full of tire meat. Eating more vegetarian dishes is good for your figure."

Murong Qingyun looked at the food in Yang Mengmeng's plate and swallowed the saliva: "This is too unfair. Yang Mengmeng also has a lot of meat. I guess she can't finish eating and wants to help her share the burden.

Yang Mengmeng was straightforward and said softly, "No need. You don't like people like reed sticks and feel like mahjong cards, so I need to grow fat. Eating more meat is good for my health.

With a piece of meat, he deliberately swayed in Murong Qingyun's eyes, made exaggerated movements, opened his mouth wide, made an 'ah' sound, and chewed with relish. Seeing that she ate so much, his saliva was about to flow out.

"You have the most dishes in front of you, will you not be full? I already think it's appropriate." Murong Qiuwei wiped her mouth with a dining cloth.

"I feel that I don't have enough to eat vegetarian food at all. The more I eat, the more hungry I become. You are half a vegetarian and can't be compared with you. Murong Qingyun turned over the vegetable salad in the glass bowl with a fork and looked at Murong Qiuwei with pitiful eyes and said, "Sister Qiuwei, I still want to eat meat."

"Ok... Don't look at me with those innocent eyes. I can't stand it. Oh, it seems like I really want to abuse you." Murong Qiuwei agreed.

Press the wireless button to invite the waitress. Murong Qingyun ordered another black pepper steak and a T-bone steak. He who wants to enjoy the desire for blessing is not to take care of the price. After all, taking good care of his stomach is the king.

seemed to be inadvertent, but in fact, Murong Qiuwei tested her son and said, "What do you think of real estate?"

"This is an industry full of bubbles. The inflated house prices have long deviated from the actual price. The relationship between price and value has long been distorted. It is completely contradictory for the government to call for GDP growth and to suppress housing prices. The real industry in the country has not developed further, and the industry is shrinking step by step under the influence of the global financial crisis. Bank loans have basically flowed into the pockets of large enterprises, and small and medium-sized enterprises do not get the financing they deserve, production funds are difficult, and the current situation is very difficult. Murong Qingyun took a sip of the red wine in the glass, moistened his throat, and continued to talk: "Recently, the bank has tightened the money again, and the days of small and medium-sized enterprises have made it worse. In less than half a year, it is said that a new wave of small and medium-sized enterprises will not be closed. These enterprises are the real key to solving the employment of college students, not so-called state-owned enterprises and government departments. The monopoly industry has entered the hereditary system, and the probability that children of the civilian class want to enter this industry is too small.

Although Yang Mengmeng is listening carefully, she has a feeling of listening to the heavenly book. Murong Qiuwei is still motionless and silent.

"The continuous growth of real estate can indeed drive the development of dozens of related industries downstream, but the average debt ratio of this industry is more than 70%, or even as high as 80%. People make 30% of the down payment and repay the monthly mortgage. In fact, the debt ratio of household assets is also as high as 70%, and their income basically depends on wages. Coupled with inflation, the money in the hands of ordinary people is getting more and more hairy, and their income is like a long eyebrow, and prices are like a rocket. Objectively speaking, people's lives are not rich, very poor, and their ability to resist risks is extremely poor. A little bit of wind blowing, getting into trouble, and even the probability of bankruptcy is very high. Murong Qingyun smiled coldly and said, "What I'm most afraid of is the continuous high inflation and then rapid deflation. People's money will be invisible, and countless families will be on the verge of bankruptcy. After 20 years of hard work, I returned to the pre-liberation overnight.