On several occasions, he paid the rent one or two days late, and almost lost everything in the house, and he was very fond of haggling. Now he thinks it over.

If the landlord is good, he will not use a rotten door to make a door for Lingchen.

"Are you moving?"

The landlord asked curiously, "you have found a place to live."

"Yes."

Ling Chen looked at the moving company's people put things on the car, and at the same time said to the landlord: "live villa."

"Villa?"

You can't believe the rich man's eyes? You have to pay the rent for a month

"If you want money, your girlfriend will run away with others?"

Ling Chen looked at the fat man, and suddenly understood that the fat man had known Zhao Yan and Tang Zhenyuan.

He patted the house on the shoulder, and then said earnestly, "you know, a person's insight will limit a person's IQ."

"Just like now, you don't believe me when I talk about living in a villa."

Ling dust waved and called a person to carry good things, "where are these things going?"

"A villa in the villa district." The man gave the address at random.

"Well, it's OK. Thank you."

Lingchen let the man go away again, then patted the fat man on the shoulder and jokingly said with a smile, "do you hear me? You are the one with low IQ just mentioned by me."

"Why did you suddenly live in a villa?"

Although the fat man was depressed, he was still shocked.

Ling Chen naturally said, "because of the money."

Because you can afford a villa with money. There is no problem with this logic.

The landlord was choked by Lingchen.

This time, he began to regret. If he had treated Lingchen better, maybe Lingchen would have given him some benefits, but now he looks at it as if there is nothing.

Wait, how do you know if there's one?

When the fat man's eyes lit up, he thought.

Then he said to the smiling Lingchen: "Lingchen, you see, we have known each other for so long. If you want to go now, there is nothing to miss our friendship?"

He also rubbed his hands with a smile.

"Yes, of course."

Ling Chen seems to think of something.

"Hey..."

Fat dead smile ha ha's outstretched hand, looked at Ling dust from the pocket to take out an thing to put on the hand, he took a look, a lock head, rusty lock head.

It's a little familiar.

It seems that he locked the door for Lingchen.

"Five hundred dollars."

Lingchen said: "you use a broken door to me as a door, accompany me for 500, or call the police."

Fat man:.... "

After a long time, he twitched and said, "are you serious?"

Why do you want to live in a villa?

The fat man said seriously, "my money is not easy to get."

Ling Chen looked at the fat man and said, "but mine is."

Fat man:.... "

He wanted to vomit blood, but it was also his fault. The door he gave Lingchen was very old and would rot with a little force, so he didn't dare to let Lingchen call the police.

"Come on, give it to you."

"Two hundred?" he asked tentatively

"A thousand."

Ling Chen has no expression.

"Four hundred!" The fat man gnawed his teeth.

"Two thousand."

Ling Chen has no expression.

"Five hundred is five hundred." Fat man dare not say again, immediately took out his wallet and gave Lingchen 500 yuan.

He really wanted to vomit blood, and his body was aching.

You shouldn't have come today.

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