Chapter 27 Father and New House

"Dad." At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhang Mu opened the door of the master's room. His father was lying on TV. Zhang Yunfei turned around and smiled, "What's wrong, son?"

"This is the living expenses of this month, a total of 6,000 yuan, of which 1,000 were paid by a fat man." Zhang Mu handed over the banknotes he had just taken out of the bank.

The father frowned and did not take the stack of money, but turned around and asked, "Tell me honestly, is the money coming from the right way?" You always say that games can make money, but why do I think it's so unreliable? Oh, your mother and I work from nine to five every day, and we only earn a total of 4,000 yuan a month. Your boy is almost more than 10,000 yuan a month. Money is indeed a good thing, but it must come from the right path. You didn't learn to hack and attack banks, did you? I warn you..."

Zhang Mu interrupted his father with a smile: "Look at what you said, it's okay for your son to have this ability. This is really what the three of us make money by playing games. Don't worry. I haven't done anything unreasonable before, and I won't do it in the future.

Zhang Yunfei held the money in his hand and said slowly, "Little money comes slowly, but don't worry about it. Your money, I always feel light..."

"Hey hey, you and your mother have worked hard for most of your life. It's time to enjoy it. Didn't I say it a long time ago?" Zhang Mu grabbed his hair and turned around to leave when his father stopped him: "Kid, the old king upstairs has moved away, do you know?"

"Grandpa Wang? When did it happen? Zhang Mu was a little stunned. His family lived on the third floor. The 'old king' in his father's mouth was a single old man with a bad temper. When he was a child, Zhang Mu and the fat man were naughty. Grandpa Wang often kicked them with sticks.

"Ten days ago." Zhang Yunfei stretched out and said, "I'm thinking that since you can make money in games, it's better to rent the upstairs as a business. I don't care if I listen to you young people in the middle of the night every day. Your mother feels light and can hear a little voice. It doesn't matter if she wakes up. I don't want to sleep either. Hey, it's so annoying to hear her whisper in my ear early in the morning!"

"Rent the house from above the building? Is it really okay? Zhang Mu was stunned. He never thought of leaving home, and what did his father mean by "doing it as a career"? Has he acquiesced in playing games?

"What can't you do? Just go downstairs when you eat! If it is really stable, your logistics will be borne by me and your mother!" Zhang Yunfei smiled, turned over, patted Zhang Mu on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to find the landlord and look at the house." After saying that, he stuffed the money into the pocket of his trousers, which was bulging.

First floor, landlord's house--

"Lao Chen, Lao Chen, open the door! It's me, Lao Zhang." Zhang Yunfei patted the door. After a while, a man in his early fifties came out of it. His hair was a little sparse, with blood in his eyes, and he yawned repeatedly, "Ah, Lao Chen, it's only the beginning of the month today, and I didn't pay the rent until the middle of the month..."

"Oh, give you to Midea, and take the initiative to pay the rent. You played mahjong all night yesterday. Zhang Yunfei and Zhang Mu were welcomed into the house.

Landlord Lao Chen said depressedly, "Isn't it? I'm so lucky that I lost more than 2,000 yuan."

Zhang Yunfei got to the point and said, "Lao Wang's house is still empty now. My son wants to rent him."

"Oh? Why don't you stay together? Oh, I know. I have a girlfriend. Good boy, you can do it. The old landlord Chen Chao and Zhang Mu smiled and turned to look for the key. Zhang Yunfei laughed behind him and scolded, "Don't make such jokes in front of children. My son is a career. Do you think he is like your son?"

"Well, don't mention my prodigal son! I know how to cause trouble all day long. How did my Chen family have such a thing happen? You know, now that he is like this, he should have let his mother stride him to death!" The landlord, Lao Chen, said, "Let's go upstairs and have a look. Lao Wang has a cleanliness fetish. The room is very clean, and the furniture is still there. If you really want to rent it, just scrape it and replace the furniture."

A group of three people went upstairs.

As the landlord Lao Chen said, the interior is spotless, with 3 bedrooms, 1 living room and 1 kitchen. There are 80 square meters in the hall alone. The master room also has a bathroom, and the TV and air conditioning are brand-new.

"Oh, my God, Grandpa Wang lives in this room too big, right?" Zhang Mu was dumbfounded. An old man lived in such a good house. What a luxury!

The landlord Lao Chen introduced and said, "Old Wang's son is quite good. I heard that he did a good job in Yanjing. After working hard for ten years, he finally bought a small villa in the suburbs of Yanjing. As soon as it was decorated, he let him go there to enjoy happiness. Like this air conditioner, the old man has never used it at all. Take it away. The style of his son's villa is It doesn't match, so I have to stay in the end. The landlord Lao Chen said to Zhang Yunfei, "That is, your Lao Zhang's son wants to rent a house for someone else. I will charge him at least 4,000 yuan a month for a 160-sized house like this!"

"Hey, Lao Chen, with our friendship, you can't blackmail us!" Zhang Yunfei took the landlord Lao Chen's shoulder and turned into the kitchen to discuss in a low voice.

Zhang Mu looked around and thought of another thing. He said to himself, "I bought a villa for ten years to pick up my father's retirement. If it were me, two years should be enough..."

Just thinking about it, the landlord Lao Chen and his father came out, and Lao Chen hummed, "Well, na na! Am I interesting enough? Two thousand a month! You have to buy me a drink tonight!"

"Oh, what is wine? Isn't it water? Drink as soon as you drink. Who is afraid of whom? Nuo, this is 4000. It's a month and a deposit. Is it refreshing enough?

Lao Chen, the landlord who took the money, didn't even count it. He stuffed it directly into his trousers and threw the key to him with a smile: "That's it!"

"Dad, the money is for you..." Zhang Mu was anxious.

Zhang Yunfei interrupted his son's words and came over to take his shoulder: "What's the matter? Isn't it okay for me to spend money on my son? Don't talk nonsense and work hard! Your job is an emerging industry. If you don't go out, your mother and I can rest assured! Come on!"

Zhang Mu was so moved that he didn't know what to say. He silently followed his father out of the room. After leaving with the landlord Chen, Zhang Yunfei smiled and said, "I'm going to buy a few buckets of paint and scrape it again. As for the bed, don't move the ready-made one. Change the mattress and ask your mother to sew a bedspread for you. Well, it's such a big room that it has to be done for a week.

"Dad, just let me do this kind of thing. It's just to brush the wall with a brush. I will! You'd better take a rest."

"No, no, you young people, clumsy, it's okay to help." Zhang Yunfei shook his head and entered the room.

Back to the bedroom, Deng Jie slept in Zhengxiang (the fat man was in the hotel). Zhang Mu gently touched chuang. He hugged Deng Jie's shoulder and closed his eyes. At the same time, a feeling of happiness came to his mind, which was unclear and unclear.

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