Chapter 103

The farmhouse was so big that it had to be rebuilt bit by bit.

Yan Sen said that the roof and four walls must be rebuilt first, the house was built in the 1970s, with wind and rain for more than 40 years, and the basic structure has been aging. Therefore, summer is not cool, winter is not warm, and rainy days are not moisture-proof, not to mention transforming into a farmhouse, it is a problem to live in the future.

The simplest thing is to take the existing roof off and put in a new one. Qin Li asked the price, on the spot, and was scared to pee, light repair a top, will be 300,000 euros! This is not a joke. You can buy a new house with this money, okay?

Qin Li Hehe pastes his face, let him roll first to win the five million prize again.

Instead of buying a new roof, you have to renovate the existing one yourself, coating the inner walls of the roof with sun-reflecting insulation, installing ventilation pipes between the layers, and then adding a water-storing insulation layer. That's $100,000, and they only have $70,000 on hand. Besides, the 70,000 still needs to be renovated.

Money, ah, is a good thing, use it, only know its wonderful.

Yan Sen thought about the internal quality, while Qin Li thought about the external beauty. Although it is also very important to prevent heat, cold, and humidity, these are invisible, and the decoration of the room, bathroom facilities, furniture... These are what the eyes can see and the hands can touch, which directly affects whether the guests are willing to pay to stay. On this point, Qin Li also insisted on painting the appearance of the house horizontally.

The two men have been at odds with each other. See him stubborn, Qin Licuang fire, patting the table roaring, "Who takes out more money who says."

Yan Sen was shocked by her eardrum pain, covering his ears, and silently closed his mouth.

Therefore, the rich are overlords, and this truth remains unchanged.

Qin Li drew a drawing of the structure of the house, including the orientation of the Windows, the position of the doors, and the shape of the rooms. She researched it and decided to start on the third floor first.

Let's start with the structure of the farmhouse. The farmhouse had four floors, and the cellar was uninhabitable. On the ground floor, there are two bedrooms with toilets, a living room, and a large kitchen. There are four separate apartments on the second and third floors. The so-called independence is one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom. It can be accessed from the house to the second and third floors, or it can be accessed from the stairs on the balcony outside.

In the 1960s and 1970s, landowners like Yan Sen's family were all rich, and the farmhouse was not called a farmhouse, but a manor. The big landowners themselves do not work, they rely on land leases to eat, drink, and have fun for a lifetime. The farm raised a group of farmers and servants, who lived with their families in small apartments on the upper floor and the master on the ground floor.

To be exact, Qin Li wants to open a holiday apartment, which is different from the domestic farmhouse. A vacation apartment is simpler than a farmhouse, just rent out a house, according to the rental day count money, not per headcount, three meals by themselves, the apartment with a kitchen.

Yan Sen lives in this room near the mountain and the water, the left and right next door to two mountains, four directions only one is facing the road. Of course, the best house should be let out to the guests, people are out of the money, so he was mercilessly Qin Li from the most beautiful scenery hut to the worst scenery hut.

Old furniture and bathroom equipment should be removed and thrown away, and can not be thrown randomly. Smaller ones, like toilets, drag them to a nearby garbage station and throw them away for free. For large waste, you have to contact a special recycling company and pay them to collect it. Anyway, it's a lot of trash to throw around.

By the time the three rentals on the third floor were cleaned up, it was a week later. Qin Li looked at the account changes, really egg pain, she just threw garbage and has not begun to decorate it.

Throw away all that should be thrown away, and the house becomes spacious and bright. The house is almost thirty square meters, with ten square bedrooms, fifteen square rooms, and five square toilets.

She visited several construction markets with hundreds of options for the floor alone. Pure white marble, clean and smooth, is noble atmosphere grade ah, a look let people like.

Yan Sen saw her touch the marble floor and refused to put it, it was very cruel to get the price tag in front of her, this kill was a really strong explosion, Qin Li looked at the string of zero, and immediately with the leak of the ball, atrophy.

Seeing this, Yan Sen comforted, "We are a farmhouse, not a star-rated hotel, the appearance is so broken, the marble inside, do you think it matches?"

What a word to wake up a dream ah!

Qin Li listened to him say so, such as the Epiphany, suddenly enlightened.

Therefore, still honestly look at the middle and low grades, and take the route of ordinary citizens smoothly. We are not high-end, we are warm.

"Buy laminate flooring. It won't swell or shrink. It looks natural and feels good on your feet," Mr. Yan suggested.

With that, he took Qin Li and stepped on the floor of the sample.

Feet feel good or not, that's all.

Well, Qin Li decided to listen to the strict sen, the wooden floor in line with the rural atmosphere of the farmhouse, with no sense of violation.

However, it is not easy to pick a composite floor, because the composite floor has several grades. Depending on which kinds of tree fragments are put together and the quality of the wood, the price can vary from low to high.

One morning on the floor, Qin Li was dazzled and exhausted.

Finally, take a fancy to one, the color quality is good, but the price is a little expensive.

More than 100 euros a square, you can't just decorate the room, not install the corridor. One level is 130 square, that's 15,000. The farm has three floors, and the floor should be installed uniformly, no problem, 40,000, 50,000. Besides, I have to paint the walls, buy furniture... Even if we did it all ourselves, the 70,000 wouldn't be enough.

When you need money, you know the pain of having no money.

Qin Li's hand shook for a long time, still failed to buy it, forget it, and look at something else.

In the construction market soaking a day, have not bought a fart, Qin Li decadent. It seems that she has to go out and get a job, but what? Supermarket job, dead pay, a few bucks an hour, and when she makes ten grand, it'll be a year before she eats or drinks.

Set up a restaurant to sell cooking skills?

Shit, that's not realistic either. Early investment, does not necessarily make money, it is best to have what can make money immediately. Back and forth, no!

Yan Sen saw her listless, in the heart also some melancholy, alas, originally that three hundred thousand can all put in.

He was torn in his heart, and finally could not bear to see her unhappy, went to his room, and silently took out a yellow business card from the drawer.

It says national ski coach Hartman.

Yan Sen some palpitation, old things suddenly bee pupa head, that year, he was 18 years old, is the backbone of the national ski team, and the winter Olympics expected him to win. Young success, that is how proud of a thing ah, even my father took time from his busy schedule, especially up the mountain to see him train.

Yan Sen still remembers the second he dived down the piste, more than 40 meters above the ground, he was like an eagle soaring, the wind and snow were blowing in his ears, and the mountains were under his feet...

The coach has always been very optimistic about him, so he is the key training object in the team, and his father is also very supportive of him.

It was a sunny day. After the training, Yan Sen took his father to the top of the snow mountain, wanting to let his father also experience the feeling of looking at everything. But just at this time, under the colorful sun, the snow peak of the avalanche, a large amount of snow rushed down like a sea, that momentum like thousands of troops.

Compared with nature, people are always small, so don't try to get in the way.

The two paddled forward on skis but were eventually swallowed by the rushing snow, but for the crucial moment, the father used his body to protect him. He died long ago...

He hasn't skied since.

He used his future to worship his father's ghost, this decade, has been the heart has been restless, but also the heart is unwilling.

God was so jealous of him that he despicably created such an accident.

Before, he had said to Qin Li that the competition did not win the award, which is also true. Everyone said that he was a good child who would become a great thing in the future. It is just that he can become a big tool, and his will is worn out by this accident. So, and the world champion passed, can not say is not a lifelong regret.

Recall the past for a while, Yan Sen's heart like knocked over condiments, for a time that is all tastes.

He held his business card, hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed the number.

There were two beeps, the phone was picked up, and Coach Hartman's voice was as old as I remembered it, only a little older. Twelve years have passed...

"Who is it? Go ahead."

Yan Sen held it for a long time before he could say, "It's me."

Hartman hated this answer most of his life, though God knows who you are, was about to hang up the phone when suddenly a thought.

Twelve years ago, the boy who galloped in the snow field, let him remember deeply.

But after all these years, he wasn't sure it was him, so he asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

I made this call because I wanted to help Qin Li on the spur of the moment. When I heard the coach's old voice, my calm heart became choppy again. At first, he was determined to abandon the coach and the team and go far away, just wanting to hide his name to find a college, live a normal life, and never touch skis. Looking back at this time, he is young too frivolous, sorry for a coach painstakingly, sorry for his father's expectations, his heart was suddenly full of guilt.

He thought, forget it, forget it. The past is past!

But just as he was about to hang up, the coach suddenly called out his name, "Isn't it Linzi?"

Yan Sen's family name, German Walden, a Chinese transliteration called Walden, the literal translation of the forest, his family title von Walden is means the king of the forest, and there is a bit of dominancy. When he was young, on the national team, everyone called him waeldchen, which translates to little forest.

Left the national team, no one called him so, Yan Sen a little stunned, vaguely seems to have returned to twelve years ago.

He finally broke his silence and whispered, "Hello, Coach Hartman."

When Hartman heard it, it was him, and he couldn't help but get excited, "You bastard, where have you been dead for twelve years?" Is it fun to leave without saying goodbye? We could have won the championship, but you left without saying goodbye and let us miss the championship."

Yan Sen lowered his eyebrows and bowed his eyes. "Scold me!"

Hartman snorted, "It's been 12 years, why am I scolding you, I'm not the coach of the national team anymore."

Yan Sen thought for a moment, or brazenly said, "I have something to ask you for help."

Hartman muttered, "Sure enough, there is no reason to go to the three Treasures."

But in the end his beloved disciple, Hartman also hard heart refused, convenient, "Tell me, is how big a thing, can let you forget the past to find me?"

Yan Sen, "I want to find a job."

"Look for a job and go to the Bureau of Labor, I'm not a job agency."

Yan Sen said nothing.

So, the two standoff for a while, Hartman finally lost his temper, and complained, "After all these years, you this boy still so silent, three sticks can not make a dull fart."

Three years old to see the old, tempered character was born so, which is so easy to change?

Hartman sighed, "That's all. A teacher for a day is a teacher for a lifetime. What kind of job are you looking for?"

Yan Sen said, "Something to do with skiing. I can make a thousand a day."

Hartman, "..."

Hartman's chest pain, "A thousand a day, why don't you God!" If there is such a good thing, it is your turn?"

Yan Sen said, "Then lowering the standard is OK, but not less than 500 days."

Hartman hung his chest and cried, "Ouch, you're just trying to piss me off, aren't you?"

Yan Sen, "..."

Hartman took a deep breath and said, "All those years you've been away from the ski slopes, 51,000 days don't count for you. But I have some ideas about how to introduce you to teaching kids to ski. Two hundred dollars for a three-hour lesson, three times a week, two thousand four a month."

Seeing that he did not speak, Hartman said, "Although it did not reach your requirement of one thousand a day, the price is not low, after all, you are still one step away from the world championship, otherwise it can introduce you to the work of one thousand a day." Don't underestimate this job, you teach the children are super rich second generation, parents are willing to spend a lot of money to train, so you do well, tips will be you."

Yan Sen whispered, "Thank you."

Hartman wanted to blame a few words, and then think about it, forget it, it was more than ten years ago, and the wind blew, it was all written off. Anyway, he introduced people, there is a good fee, can not lose anyone.

"Let's get together sometime. Let me see how you're doing now."

Yan Sen said, "Just like that." The high is not the low.

Hearing the words, Hartman sighs, thinking at the beginning of this boy's spirit ah! A world ski champion, buried by the vagaries of the world. What a shame! What a shame!