Spend Money to Play the World

"Brother Chen, don't worry, I promise you this house, it must be yours, definitely!"

Xia Youyou was in a hurry when she heard the words, her double shares tightened, and she hurriedly promised.

never mind?

How can that be!

200 million turnover, my thigh, you are not allowed to run!

Manager Zhao frowned, this Xia Youyou, how can you give this assurance, didn't you hear what she just said?

Song Baoer stared at Xia Youyou and said with a chuckle, "I already said, I want this house, I'll pay the full amount, and I can collect the money in three days at most! What do you promise him?"

Chen Fang also smiled: "Three days? I'm sorry, if it can be settled, I can pay the full amount right away."

Song Baoer heard a bit fierce, the beautiful eyes under the sunglasses narrowed, and the voice was full of questions: "You, I didn't invite you to provoke you, what do you mean by targeting me like this?"

against you?

Okay, we didn't roll the carpet again, when did I target you?

But don't talk nonsense.

I don't carry this pot.

Chen Fang was too lazy to care about her, but looked at Xia Youyou: "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Xia Youyou nodded, then pulled Manager Zhao aside and spoke for two minutes.

When he came back again, Manager Zhao's eyes on Chen Fang changed completely, and his face was filled with a warm smile.

"Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry, I didn't understand the situation just now, I'm sorry.

In this way, you can go directly with Yoyo to go through the formalities, the house in Sanxiang Haishang is yours! "

Hearing this, Song Baoer quit.

Why?

Why?

Annoyed, she took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and glared at Manager Zhao angrily.

"Aunt Zhao,

You said you wanted to sell it to me, why did you sell it to him in a blink of an eye? How can you not talk, when I Song Baoer is easy to talk, easy to bully, play me like a monkey? ? "

Chen Fang looked at Song Baoer, a little surprised, "Are you Song Baoer?"

Song Baoer was stunned when she heard the words, thinking about putting on the sunglasses again, but found that it was unnecessary.

He frowned and cut a glance at Chen Fang, pouted his cute little mouth, and said proudly, "What if it's me?"

"Song Bao'er, I didn't expect to meet you here. It's such a coincidence. I grew up watching your TV series... Speaking of which, I'm still your fan, the hardcore kind!"

Chen Fang said with a smile, but the last sentence had a hidden meaning of ridicule.

Like most people, he doesn't chase stars. He meets stars in his life. He is too excited to be too excited, and even mocks a few words.

However, if it is a beautiful female star like Song Bao'er, then it will not be ridiculed, and the prank will be more willing.

Song Bao'er didn't hear anything out of the ordinary. Seeing that he said that he was a fan, the color on his face improved a lot. He said leisurely, "You are my fan, so why don't you give me this house? I like it very much, don't you? robbed me."

Chen Fang shook his head: "I'm afraid that won't work, I also like this house.

However, if you really like it, so be it, when I buy this apartment and you move in later, I won't charge you rent. "

Song Bao'er didn't want to eat his set, and his face collapsed: "I liked this house first. I discussed it with Aunt Zhao long ago. You have to know the rules, right?"

"But I heard that in the entertainment industry, there seems to be no first-come-first-served rule, right?" Chen Fang sneered.

In the entertainment industry, there are hidden-rules-rules everywhere, but no one tells you the rules.

Song Baoer understood now, his eyes were full of displeasure, this bastard, he said he was a fan of mine, the kind of hardcore?

But how can die-hard fans satirize idols in person?

I see you are a fake fan!

Song Bao'er said, "I don't want to bother with you. Anyway, I'm going to order this house today! Aunt Zhao, tell me, are you going to sell this house to me or him?"

Manager Zhao has a big head, but she has already made up her mind about how to choose.

He could only bite the bullet and smiled bitterly: "Miss Song, I'm really sorry..."

"I can pay the full amount, and I'll pay it today!" Song Baoer heard the words, her eyes flashed, she gritted her teeth, and said solemnly.

She still refuses to accept it, and looks down on me, doesn't she?

Can't!

Manager Zhao shook his head: "I'm sorry."

Song Bao'er's face flushed, she felt humiliated, and said angrily, "Why?"

Manager Zhao glanced at Chen Fang and said, "Mr. Chen, go over with Youyou to go through the formalities first. I'll come here after I've settled the matter here."

"Okay." Chen Fang nodded and didn't stay here, but went back to the place just now with Xia Youyou to go through the formalities.

After the two of them left, Manager Zhao looked at Song Baoer apologetically: "Miss Song, I'm really sorry, the reason why I chose to sell the house to Mr. Chen is impossible.

Let me tell you this, if I choose to promise to give you the house, I will lose a list of 200 million yuan. This loss is too great, and I can't afford it.

So, please forgive me. "

Song Bao'er was stunned after hearing the words, and asked in confusion, "Two hundred million? What do you mean?"

"In addition to the 35 million house in Sanxiang Haishang, Mr. Chen is also planning to buy a top-level apartment of more than 600 square meters in Building T7, No. 1 Shenwan, worth... 170 million."

"?" Song Bao'er was dumbfounded, her beautiful eyes stared as if she could lay an egg, and she couldn't believe it: "170 million? He is at No. 1 Shenwan, and he even bought a 170 million apartment!!! "

"Yes." Manager Zhao nodded, let out a breath, and added: "With this 35 million house, a total of 205 million, I can't refuse his request."

The customer is God, and the kind of customer who can provide a lot of money is God of God.

Chen Fang's side can provide a turnover of 2.05 at a time, which is equivalent to more than doubling the task issued by the headquarters.

He said that he wanted this house, but Manager Zhao dared not give it to her. Even if she asked her to call her father, she would have to bite the bullet and recognize her father again.

Song Baoer turned to look at Chen Fang, who was signing the contract over there. Before he recovered, he murmured, "That guy named Chen, what does he do? Spending so much money to buy a house..."

Manager Zhao: "I don't know about that, but I think he must be very rich when he comes to his house, otherwise it would be impossible to spend so much money at such a young age."

Song Baoer nodded, that must be nonsense. She visually estimated that Chen Fang's age was at most twenty-four or five, not much older than her, so young, so generous, there is only one possibility - there is a mine at home.

At this time, the assistant Xiaoya, who had been silent all the time, interjected in a low voice: "I just checked, the watch he is wearing, if it is correct, it should be worth more than ten million yuan."

Song Bao'er's expression suddenly stiffened again.

Manager Zhao tutted: "A watch is worth more than ten million yuan? Mr. Chen is really..."

Song Bao'er muttered: "What kind of watch is so expensive, Xiaoya, you must have read it wrong, right?"

Assistant Xiaoya handed the phone to Song Baoer: "That's right, I just stared at it for a while, his watch is a Richard Mille, and the color and shape are the same as this Richard Mille, if not worn. High imitation watch, that must be it.”

Song Bao'er glanced at the phone a few times and stroked her balloon with a soft hand, her heart twitching a little: "A 12 million watch..."