The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

800,000 years is already a very good price for the shops in this location, but Cheng Huan still can't afford to rent it.

She had a very good business during this time, but she only saved about 100,000, and she was still one step away from the transfer fee, not to mention the addition of the installation fee, the store decoration is also expensive.

Cheng Huan is a bit lost, why can't he come through earlier? She regretted a call and said to the person on the phone: "I'm sorry, I don't have enough money now, just ..."

"It's all right, I'm not in a hurry." There was still a smile: "It's not too late for you to save enough money to find me."

It is estimated that my contract will expire before I have enough money to save. Cheng Huan sighed in heart and thanked him.

Hanging up the phone, Cheng Huan's blood was completely gone, no matter how good the shops are, no money is nothing.

She was not in a good mood and did not have the interest to continue shopping. When the stars finished eating the cake, she took him back.

Xingxing is quite concerned about the store. He is a sensible and filial child. He heard that moving the store can be less tiring, so he asks about it almost every day.

Cheng Huan only said that he hadn't made it yet.

After returning the same day, she asked the agent to pay attention. The area is not too large and the location is not so good. The main point is that the rent should not exceed 50,000 a year.

The intermediary promised very well that the transfer would not be found at half past one, and she was just allowed to wait.

Wait, I didn't wait for the store, but waited for another news.

"What did you say?" Cheng Huan calmed down, but still couldn't calmly deal with the news that he just knew: "Demolition?"

"Yeah, Ping'an Village is going to be demolished." The person at the other end of the phone said a lot of terms and said to her: "If you think you can come back anytime, you just need to measure the house there. It's ... "

He thought about it, and added the sentence: "This time the price is very suitable, if you miss it, it may not be so good next time."

Cheng Huan answered, saying that he would go back when he was free.

Hanging up, Cheng Huan still couldn't respond.

The person who just called is the street director over there, saying that the house over there will be demolished.

Ping'an Village is the house where the original owner lived. It was a factory dormitory built in the last century. It was originally allocated to the original owner's grandparents. Later, the grandparents died. They had no other relatives and the house fell on the original owner.

Although he knew that the house belonged to the original owner in name, Cheng Huan never thought of it.

Once there was less land and higher prices in Ping'an Village, it seemed to be a well-known nail household in the city. Anyone seemed to think that it would be impossible for anyone to remove it in a short time. Second, because of some special regulations of the last century, that The front house has no property rights and cannot be inherited as a legacy.

In other words, as long as the original occupants died and the house was automatically nationalized, it had nothing to do with Cheng Huan, and the developer had no reason to say anything if she demolished it directly.

Cheng Huan doesn't think that the developer is not clear about this matter. The merchants are very profitable. If they can eliminate one, they can save millions of demolition funds. How can such a good thing be rejected?

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" Xing Xing already looked at her mother for a few times. She was still still. The little guy was a little worried, dropped the toy at hand, and ran to Cheng Huan to ask carefully.

Cheng Huan returned to his eyes, glanced at the star next to him, and frowned, "A pie in the sky has fallen."

"Where is it?" Xingxing knew that the pie could be eaten. He looked around and didn't find it. Finally, he looked up at the sky, still nothing, and said to Cheng Huan in a loss, "Mom, I didn't see it." . "

Even though Cheng Huan is in a complicated mood, she is amused by the performance of the little guy. She smiled and squeezed the little star's face: "Not a pie."

"What's that?" Xingxing didn't understand.

Cheng Huan snorted: "This is a description that means good things, and falling out of the pie in the sky means that a good thing has fallen on your head."

"Oh, this is it." The star suddenly realized, and then he didn't understand: "Why isn't my mother happy?"

"Mum is not unhappy." Anyone who was told that he would be unhappy if he had more than a few million dollars, Cheng Huan just felt a sense of unreality and panic.

It always feels like things are going too smoothly. If you want to change the store, there are lots of shops that are not so expensive, and the lack of money has the news of relocation.

Although Cheng Huan has read the novel, the original novel is mainly about the love story of the male and female masters. There is not much ink for several women. The original master just appeared at the banquet and appeared as a rich mistress. She did not know Has the original owner ever encountered the demolition?

It should be there ... Cheng Huan is not sure: otherwise, as the original owner did, it would not be easy to find a rich man.

Although the rich man was short, fat and bald.

The star was in her arms, raised her little hand and touched her mother's brows.

Cheng Huan frowned as he thought. He used a bit of energy to smooth the folds between his eyebrows, looked at her eyes and said, "The mother shouldn't frown, and the frown is not beautiful."

Cheng Huan smiled, suppressed those strange things in his heart, and revived. She took the little star's hand and kissed him in the palm of his hand: "Okay, don't frown, baby, you play here by yourself, and mother makes lunch for you."

"Mom, let's do it together!" The stars followed loudly.

Since making moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the stars have become extremely interested in cooking, and will come to the kitchen to "help" whenever they have time.

He didn't know anything, saying that helping was actually trouble, but he felt good about himself.

Cheng Huan couldn't bear to blow his confidence, and could only agree. She moved Xing Xing's stool and handed him a green vegetable: "Xing Xing washed this vegetable, and the rest of the mother will come."

"Good!" Xingxing turned out that green vegetable. The vegetables were bought from the farmers in the morning. The vegetables that the farmers themselves cultivated were particularly fresh.

The star was standing on a stool, and he took half of the vegetable leaves and put them under the faucet. He dried it carefully, washed it inside and out several times, and when he was satisfied, the original green vegetables had become soft. For a moment, Pi didn't know where to go.

Sending away his son, Cheng Huan's handy rice cooking rice, fried shrimp with asparagus, steamed a small bowl of eggs, and fried a green vegetable.

When she put the vegetables on the plate, she turned around and saw that the star's dish had not been washed yet.

The whole green cabbage that was delivered to him had fallen apart and turned into a long section of knuckles. When the stars were washed, both layers of film were torn off. The cleaned vegetables were completely devoid of energy, and he was very Organized by the pool, it looks like it has no other purpose than to throw away trash.

Cheng Huan sighed helplessly, secretly expecting that the interest of the stars in the kitchen could fade away sooner. She brought the dishes to the table and turned her head and called the stars.

"Mom, wait." The stars didn't raise their heads. "I'll wash them right away."

Cheng Huan walked behind him, took the little guy down on the ground, raised his hand and turned off the faucet.

Xing Xing was startled, looked up at her blankly, Cheng Huan poked on his head: "I have all my meals ready."

"Ah ..." Xing Xing looked at the last mashed cabbage heart, and turned around to look at the dining table. He thought about it, raised his hand and handed it to Cheng Huan: "The mother does this at night."

"Let's do it." Cheng Huan rubbed things into the palm of his hand, patted the head of the star and let him go to the table to make it.

Xing Xing trot out, Cheng Huan turned around, gathered the greens by the pool into his hands, and threw them into the trash.

Then took out the bowl from the cupboard, and served it with two bowls of rice.

After dinner, Cheng Huan was going to return to Ping'an Village.

She also thought about it clearly. She had no power or power. Others really could not count her. Maybe she thought that millions of dollars were a huge sum. Other developers didn't look at it.

I heard that Ping'an Village had been demolished and Cheng Huan felt that the place was not safe, so he was not going to take the stars with him.

She entrusted the little guy to the neighbor next door and took care of going out.

Before leaving the house, Xing Xing waved her hands and asked her mother to come back early and wait for the elevator door to close before the little one was unwillingly led back by her neighbor's aunt.

Cheng Huan passed through for more than two months, and only spent a few days in Ping'an Village. It was quite lively when she left. Now she is back. The foremost building in the front has been demolished halfway, the steel bars are exposed and the ground is scattered The bricks looked desolate.

The demolition office set up by the developer is located in Ping'an Village. Cheng Huan asked someone to find out the place and knocked on the door.

There were many people in the temporary office. Noisy, she waited for a while, and finally waited for a group of people to walk to the desk.

The staff here was quite enthusiastic, asked where she lived, and spoke to her about the compensation conditions for the demolition.

Before the compensation conditions, the street director told her almost once, divided into two cases, asking for a house or money.

If you want a house, the resettlement house is located in the suburbs and belongs to the urban area under development. According to the one-for-three exchange standard, a one-square-sized dwelling house can be exchanged for a three-square-meter suburban commercial house. The market price around is not much different.

This demolition subsidy is not bad, most of the relocation households promised very happy, occasionally there are almost want to rely on more money, the developers do not care, as you like, it is impossible to give more compensation anyway.

Cheng Huan can't be more satisfied with this condition, and agreed with almost every consideration.

After that, things are simpler, register your hukou, go to measure the house, sign and confirm, and take the money away.

Cheng Huan originally thought that the house would be at most sixty square meters, but when measuring, I did not know how to measure seventy-five square meters. According to the 51,000-square-meter calculation, Cheng Huan received 375 compensation. She signed the letter, walked out of the demolition office with a check, and returned to the rented house.

The elevator reached the floor. Cheng Huan took the key to open the door. After several times, he locked the keyhole. She stood at the door and looked at the familiar decoration in the room, and then she woke up.

She took the flat check out of her bag, and checked the amount of money back and forth several times, and finally she had an incredible expression on her face.

Did she get the money? Three hundred and seventy-five? It only took three hours from departure to return!

Cheng Huan glanced down at the numbers on the cheque again, exhaling a long breath.

This efficiency is too high!

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