The year before last, he went out with Third Brother and earned several hundred yuan.
Last year, Grandma fell ill, and some was spent.
This year, having come to Capital City with Third Brother, he and his sister’s salaries weren’t small, and they didn’t spend much, saving most of it. Upon learning he wanted to buy a house, Grandma gave him all the money she had.
After dinner, Yun Xiaoxiao instructed, "After they buy the house and there are still empty ones, we’ll buy them all."
"Wife, why do you want to buy so many houses?"
Yun Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "To be a landlady."
Since his wife wanted to be a landlady, of course, he would satisfy her wish.
Cao Dali also liked a small courtyard, three rooms, enough for his family of three.
The price was not high, he didn’t even need to borrow money; their wages, plus Cao Dali’s dividends, were just enough.
"Son, your girlfriend bought a house today, she borrowed quite a bit from her cousin."
Wang Jianguo stared at his mother, at a loss for words.
It must have been his mother taking Xinxin to see houses, and then Xinxin buying one.
Wang Jianguo quickly took over the conversation, "Mom, you said it yourself, if Xinxin buys a house, you won’t stop us from being together. When are you and Dad free? I’ll bring Xinxin over to the house to formally visit you."
He was suddenly afraid of her changing her mind, definitely seizing this point to settle the matter with Xinxin.
Mrs. Wang wanted to object, but she had indeed said those words.
She glanced sideways at her husband, signaling him to object, after all, he really hadn’t said anything.
But Mr. Wang didn’t meet his wife’s eye, knowing that whether he opposed or agreed, his wife would surely blame him for this matter.
Seeing his wife was about to tug at his sleeve, Mr. Wang finally coughed lightly, "Son, isn’t this a bit hasty? And I’ve heard you mention that Comrade Zhao has been quite busy recently?"
Mr. Wang looked at Wang Jianguo as he said this, even winking at his son to signal him to give Mrs. Wang some time to accept it.
His wife was still somewhat unable to accept how Comrade Zhao suddenly borrowed so much money to buy a house.
And to accept the idea of their son formally bringing Comrade Zhao to visit their home?
She needed time to digest all this.
She had been busy with the house before.
And now she didn’t want to accept what she had said.
Wang Jianguo clearly saw his dad desperately signaling him with his eyes.
"Then we’ll talk about it after Xinxin gets through her busy period," Wang Jianguo stepped back.
Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief, really afraid that her son would press her to agree to have him bring Zhao Xinxin back.
Someone else was causing a stir.
"I heard that the youngest uncle earns 1,000 yuan a month."
Upon hearing this, Eldest Brother Yun immediately sat up in shock, blurting out, "Impossible, right?"
Though he had heard that individuals can make money.
But that was just some hard-earned cash.
It couldn’t possibly be as much as 1,000 yuan.
"How is it impossible? He earns at least 50 cents per bowl of noodles, I heard his business is especially good, in the mornings the shop is basically full of people, and even with a waiter, they’re too busy to handle it."
Eldest Brother Yun was still somewhat surprised.
If really earnings 50 cents per bowl.
Laoer’s shop has two fronts, inside there are ten tables, these long rectangular ones, if full, at least forty people could sit, they could earn 20 yuan in one round, and that’s just the morning.