Son sold dad's land

ile. "

Leading Deng Jian to the lobby, he was anxious to see a businessman with a big belly. The man seemed to be at Fang's house, looking a little short and a little disturbed. When he saw Fang Jifan, he stood up and saluted him: "The young Wang Jinyuan has seen his son."

Lai Fang Ji Fan La La sits down, raises her legs, turns off the fan, and slams it on the table: "You don't need to be polite, you know the ground, do you want to see the ground?"

"No ... I don't dare." Wang Jinyuan smiled cautiously and tried his best to keep his people and animals harmless. This little man is a famous sister. If he accidentally says the wrong thing, who knows if he can leave today? When he went out, he said with a smile: "Fangjiazhuangzi, how can young people not know that they are all good fields. From the market price point of view, one acre is less than thirty-two, two thousand acres, sixty-seven. Thousands are not a problem, and this year is just a good year. Land is sold less and bought more. As long as the son is willing to sell it seriously, young people will be more serious.

Only 60,000 or 70,000 ...

Ji Fangjifan had some regrets.

I can think about it carefully. In this era, one or two silver is not a small number. Their value is nearly two hundred yuan, sixty thousand or two thousand, equivalent to hundreds of millions of dollars.

Can Fang Fangfan still be reconciled: "Only these?"

Despite a smile on Wang Jinyuan's face, his opponent's deep successor was extremely despised. Both the South and the Bosch Front know that they are iron skeletons and have made countless contributions to the court. There is such a person in this generation. If this is my son, it is better to cut off the offspring than die.

Wang Jinyuan smiled sadly and said, "My son, this price is no longer low."

Fang Jifan had to give up. After all, he is a prodigal son. He couldn't reveal in front of himself that he was smart in doing business. So he waved, "Well, Xiao Deng, give this ... this ... this ... who cares about mother, who drinks tea, haha, my son likes to make friends, come and go, please sit, please sit. "

Wang Jinyuan was embarrassed and died, but he did not dare to obey. He sat down obediently, waiting for Deng Jian to drink tea. When Fang Jifan didn't talk and played with Xiang Fei's fans, he felt uncomfortable in his eyes. For a moment, but looking at a calligraphy painting on the wall, he couldn't help saying, "South and Bo Building are really different. Zhao Yuan's" Get Off the Qingchuan "painting usually appears at the bottom of the box. Unexpectedly, the palace hung directly in the hall, opening the eyes of the children. "

it is good?

Golden King Jinyuan just took the opportunity to sell. People who buy and sell are always sweeter, especially when encountering the demons of this mixed world. But Fang Jifan drew his eyes and suddenly smelled a business opportunity: "What price?"

"How much?" Wang Jinyuan was living.

Ji Fangji Fan looked at him coldly: "How much can this painting sell naturally?"

"If you want to come, there are hundreds of silver coins. Although this is Zhao Yuan's masterpiece, after all, Zhao Yuan's work is not long ago, but he still lags behind the ancient sages."

Ji Fang Ji Fan's spirit was shocked, he shot: "Sold."

"This ... this ... also sells ..."

Ok...

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