'The seller doesn't have any problems, except that the seller is estimated to owe some money, and now the creditors are just waiting for him to sell the store to pay back the money.' Han Songlin carefully put down the floor tiles, but they were broken.
Han Songcai: 'Oh, that's okay, what time will you go tomorrow?'
'We'll leave at nine!'
'No problem!'
Han Songlin really didn't know that he had had such a glorious past.
No one had ever told him about it either.
In fact, sometimes things can be shown on the surface.
For example, when Han Songlin first opened his shop in the county town, no shady-looking people came to buy things from him.
Han Songlin was a little surprised.
After a period of time, people like this came to buy, and they all traded fairly, so naturally, there was no reason for Han Songlin not to do business.
Back at the store, Liu Yuyan had already gone across the street to the Universal Bank to withdraw money.
It was all brand new hundred-yuan bills, which looked bluish when placed together.
The current hundred-yuan bills were not yet red.
'I'll put the money on the bed! You keep an eye on things, I'll go pick up Han Ting!' Liu Yuyan whispered to Han Songlin.
'I'll go get her!'
Liu Yuyan stared at Han Songlin for a long time, and then said, 'Okay, just don't buy her any popsicles. Too much of it is not good for her!'
Han Songlin spread his hands and said, 'Don't worry, I don't have any money on me.'
If he wasn't doing anything special, Han Songlin generally didn't carry any money.
This was also a habit brought about by the future.
With mobile payments, the longest Han Songlin had gone without touching money was two or three years.
Yes, it's been that long!
When going out, I definitely don't forget my phone, it's become a habit.
Now, it took a long time for Han Songlin to get used to it.
'Dad!'
Han Songlin crouched slightly and picked up Han Ting in one go.
'Have you been a good girl at kindergarten?'
Han Ting looked very righteous: 'I've been very good, the teacher praised me and gave me two little red flowers!'
Han Songlin was a little at a loss for words when he saw the little red paper flowers in Han Ting's hands.
They have such a nostalgic feel!
"Well, that's good, keep it up in the future!'
'Dad, look, I got two little red flowers, so shouldn't I get a reward?'
Han Songlin suddenly realised that Han Ting seemed to be smarter than he had thought.
What would the future Han Ting grow up to be like?
He really didn't know.
After all, Han Songlin would go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to work in the future, so even if Han Ting wanted to see Han Songlin, she would not be able to go back to the village to see him.
'Reward, you first tell me what you want?'
'Spicy strips!'
Spicy strips!
Han Ting pointed to a small shop next to the side. The small shop was next to the primary school, and apart from selling all kinds of stationery, it also sold all kinds of snacks.
There was a full row of snacks.
There were things like preserved fruit skins, spicy cubes, and White Rabbit milk candies.
Some of them, Han Songlin remembered.
'No, your father didn't bring any money with him today,'
Han Ting pouted, knowing full well that without money, they couldn't buy anything.
She didn't have any money either, as her mother kept all of her money.
She wanted to ask her mother for some, but her mother said she would save it for her to buy new clothes in the future.
'Then next time you come to pick me up, remember to bring some money!'
Han Songlin laughed, 'Okay, I'll remember next time.'
If he hadn't forgotten his money, Han Songlin would have bought some to try. He remembered that the preserved fruit was sour.
It had a unique taste.
When he was young, he loved to eat it, as well as the hawthorn slices.
The next day, Han Songlin carried a bag and rode a motorcycle to Yanghe with Han Songcai.
As agreed, they waited in front of Yang Shufen's restaurant at 11 o'clock.
When Han Songlin arrived, a shuttered door of the restaurant was open, and one could see that there were quite a few people sitting inside.
Yang Shufen sat quietly inside, staring at the ground, not knowing what to think.
A man was talking to the crowd.
With the arrival of Han Songlin and Han Songcai, the slightly noisy restaurant suddenly fell silent.
The two parties looked at each other!
Han Songlin's mouth curled up into a slight smile. He wasn't afraid of these dozen people.
Although Han Songlin didn't know his previous battle record, he had inherited this body after all, so naturally he knew just how strong it was.
When social people fight, there are no rules, it's all about a fierce and ruthless spirit.
'Yang Dajie, what's going on here?'
Yang Shufen looked carefully at the man beside her, obviously waiting for him to make a decision.
'Hello brother, I'm the owner of this restaurant!'
'Hello, I don't know how to address you?' Han Songlin appeared to be a little cynical.
Paired with his handsome face and hairstyle, he looked a little evil.
Anyway, Han Songlin was no ordinary person.
There were very few people in Yanghe who could afford to pay tens of thousands of dollars at once.
'My name is Li Dayong!'
'So you're Brother Yong. For the previous discussion about buying your store for 60,000 yuan, I was wondering if there were any problems?'
'Li Dayong, hurry the fuck up, we've been waiting here for ages, pay us back!' A bald fat man with tattoos shouted, not giving Li Dayong any face.
Han Songlin glanced at Han Songcai, who had lost tens of thousands of dollars in a single day.
In the end, he even had to sell the family home.
Luckily, Uncle Songlin bought it from him.
At that time, Han Songcai was really not a person. He wanted 35,000 yuan to sell it to outsiders, but when he sold it to his brother, he insisted on 40,000 yuan!
Uncle Songlin finally bought it.
One year during the Chinese New Year, Uncle Songlin came back and talked about this incident with a full sense of helplessness.
The house was built by the old man, and he could never stand by and watch it being sold to someone else.
Han Songlin pulled up an empty stool and sat down. It was quite tiring to stand and talk.
If I can sit, why stand?
"Brother Tiger, this way, this way!'
Brother Tiger!
Han Songlin suddenly felt a little funny, calling Brother Tiger, but this guy had a cat tattooed on him!
That's pretty interesting!
'What the hell are you laughing at?'
Han Songlin spread his hands: 'I'm not laughing, I just think that your name, Brother Tiger, is quite powerful and domineering, and it goes well with your tattoo!'
As Han Songlin's words fell, the people following Brother Tiger couldn't help but laugh.
Everyone knows that Brother Tiger hates it when people talk about his tattoos.
'You motherfucker, looking for shit!'
With that, he took a few strides towards Han Songlin, and before a fight, there's always some pushing and shoving.
But Han Songlin didn't care about that, he just grabbed Brother Tiger's fist and squeezed it hard.
I don't know if it's because of the rebirth or because Uncle Songlin is just naturally so powerful, but Han Songlin is quite strong.
As soon as Han Songlin applied pressure, Tiger's face immediately turned red.
Then he squatted on the ground in pain.
'Usually, I hate it when people call your mother, it's so tacky. It's almost the 21st century, don't you think you should improve your quality?'
Han Songlin's words had a direct and stunning effect on everyone present.
Brother Hu was a well-known and well-respected figure in the area.
'Yes, yes, I will never do it again!' Brother Hu wanted to threaten him, but the excruciating pain in his hand made him afraid to say anything.