Chapter 308: Neighbor

"Brothers, pay attention, Mr. Wang's things are precious, don't bump them."

"Don't worry, we are steady."

Hearing these conversations, Wang Yan opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him.

I saw a box truck, with the back box door open, four men laughing and cooperating to move large items down from the car.

Shaking his head, confirming his own safety, Wang Yan began to accept the system's identity information.

Wang Yan, twenty-nine years old, family business, parents died in an accident ten years ago, leaving him several houses and a considerable amount of cash inheritance. Later, he caught up with the demolition and exploded a wave, and he didn't know how to invest and manage money, so he bought a lot of houses and shops in the second and third rings with the money in his hands. Now he has more than thirty houses and shops in his name.

And he went to an ordinary university and studied computer science and technology. He likes photography in his spare time. After graduation, he didn't work, wandered around, and lived on the rent of more than thirty houses until today. Catching up with the rising housing prices, he, a player who ate the dividends, mixed into a billionaire. Now his life is to take his expensive gear every day, wander around the street, and shoot blindly.

On a whim, he bought a house in the fifth ring, renovated it, and on such a big auspicious day suitable for moving, he moved from the root of the imperial city to live here. Dongjun Huafu, Building 7, 9th floor top small high-rise, Unit 1, Room 201.

The main reason is that there is too much rent, and he has no big expenses. The rent over the years has been used to buy financial management, and the income is quite good. Now the money in his hands can buy another set.

The time is now 2012, June, and he has mixed into Beijing again.

After looking at the information, Wang Yan still likes it very much. This life of living on rent is really his dream before. Of course, his thirty-odd sets are still worse than the big brother in Guangdong who takes a bunch of keys and goes to work to collect rent.

Looking down at his outfit, large trunks and half-sleeved shirt, wearing cloth shoes, combined with today's working day, it looks like an unemployed person, a player waiting at home, very consistent with his identity temperament of collecting rent.

"Mr. Wang, you don't seem to be feeling well? Are you okay?"

Wang Yan looked up at the sweating man and shook his head: "It's okay, master. It's just that the weather is too hot and I'm dizzy. You guys go ahead, I'll buy some ice cream and ice water to cool down."

The man laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, we have no problem." Then he continued to get busy with the other three.

Walking far away and listening to the small discussion behind, saying that rich people are not good, too weak... Wang Yan shook his head and didn't take it as a thing. He took out the wallet provided by the living daddy and put it in his pocket, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and walked out.

Now it's 2012, this mobile phone is naturally the most popular at the time, iPhone 4s. People in the TV series use this, which is also considered to be consistent with the identity, all middle-class petty bourgeoisie. And the TV series was filmed in 2012 and broadcast in 2013. The best is this, the one that changed the world, the advertisement is flying, everywhere, normal.

Pulling the mobile phone, looking at the phone number with the name noted in the phone book, and looking at the information given by the system to see if there are any thighs, he wandered to the supermarket at the entrance of the community.

Bought a bag of ice cream, and a bag of iced drinks, he carried the bag in one hand, ate ice cream in the other, cool to the heart, heart flying. This weather is indeed hot. It's only eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun has shown what is called the scorching sun in this mid-June summer.

This community is still good. There are many trees on both sides of the road, and the flowers and plants are trimmed neatly, which is quite good. It's just that the weather is too good, there is no noisy wind, no sound of rustling leaves, no children running and playing, no meaning.

Wandering all the way to downstairs, just finished eating ice cream, threw the ice cream stick into the trash can downstairs, and handed the ice cream drink to the man who talked before: "Come, master, don't be busy, eat some ice cream and drink some drinks to cool down."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wang." People didn't be polite either. On the one hand, this work is not by time, on the other hand, it has been more than half done, and it should be rested. On the other hand, ice cream drinks don't cost much, no need to pretend to let each other, just eat.

"You guys rest, I'll go up and see." After saying a word, Wang Yan took a drink and went up the stairs of the fire escape. It's just one floor, and waiting for the elevator is not worth the effort.

This second floor is a bit unsatisfactory, but he didn't pick it, after all, the living daddy has no useless operation, the second floor must have the reason for the second floor.

Out of the fire escape, just seeing the door opposite open. A woman with big eyes in black work clothes, white shirt, coiled hair, wearing flat loafers, and carrying a small pink bag, came out with garbage.

Just say that the living daddy has no useless operation, it is arranged to the opposite door. The woman who came out is the heroine of the play, the lobby manager of a four-star hotel, Yang Tao. I don't know how others feel, anyway, Wang Yan feels good.

Wang Yan nodded first and opened his mouth: "Hello, my name is Wang Yan, I just moved here today, and I live opposite." As he spoke, he reached out his hand.

"Hello, my name is Yang Tao." Switching to the left hand to carry the garbage, Yang Tao reached out her right hand and shook it with him, felt a polite touch and separated, and smiled with big white teeth: "I was thinking before, your house has been renovated for almost a year, and I haven't seen you move in."

"The renovation time is indeed a bit long, I didn't take care of it, sorry, Miss Yang." Wang Yan smiled: "Well, Miss Yang, I'll make a few dishes at home tonight, please have a meal to express my apology."

"No, no." Yang Tao waved her hands repeatedly: "Your renovation was on weekdays, I didn't feel it when I went to work, so I didn't disturb me much."

"Miss Yang, don't be polite. Actually, I also want to ask you to help me." Wang Yan smiled, his voice slightly low: "To tell you the truth, I am alone, and I have no friends. Now that I have moved to a new home, I always want to warm the pot and add some popularity. If you don't come, I am alone, and it is really meaningless."

Seeing that she wanted to refuse again, Wang Yan directly played the rogue: "That's it, Miss Yang, what time do you get off work? I will prepare in advance."

Yang Tao waved her hand: "No..."

"Miss Yang, you don't want to give me this opportunity? Still blaming me?"

"No, I..."

"Miss Yang, we are neighbors, we see each other when we look down. You give me an opportunity to express my apology, and you also help me. It is considered a good deed and carry forward the spirit. That's it, let you taste my craft. To tell you the truth, my craft is not afraid of the master in the restaurant outside. What time do you get off work?"

Looking at Wang Yan's sincere eyes, Yang Tao sighed helplessly: "Okay, then I will trouble you. It's just that I get off work relatively late, it's past six o'clock, and it's seven o'clock when I get home."

"No problem, I can wait for you, that's it." Wang Yan took out his mobile phone and shook it: "Then Miss Yang, let's exchange contact information? When you are free during the day, tell me if there is anything you avoid."

"You can just look at it, I'm not picky." Yang Tao smiled and took out her mobile phone, exchanged phone numbers with Wang Yan, and when she saw that there was WeChat in his mobile phone, she added a friend: "That's it, see you tonight, Mr. Wang, I don't have time, I'll go first."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, watching Yang Tao step on high heels into the elevator and wave to him, see you tonight.

Although it is a bit presumptuous to invite people to dinner when they come up. And in terms of the current neighbor relationship, let alone eating, maybe there are not a few words. Looking down and seeing each other, except when there is a conflict, most people don't care.

But the relationship between men and women depends on who is shameless, and the social interaction between strangers also depends on who is shameless. He is expressing apologies, selling misery and sympathy, plus great enthusiasm, has taken the first step, and few people will refuse. The result is obvious, that is, his shameless entanglement, Yang Tao had to agree helplessly.

Of course, maybe Yang Tao's feeling about him is not too good now. After all, too much enthusiasm has the meaning of pestering. However, when she comes over at night, eats, chats, and reveals that she has no relatives and friends, it will be fine. Yang Tao has no father, he "has no parents", there are commonalities, and the problem is not big.

And now Yang Tao is still the lobby manager of the hotel, so the plot has not been long since it started, maybe it hasn't started yet, Xue Sumei constantly finds people to go on a blind date with Yang Tao. Then there is no suspense about this matter, very stable.

Didn't think much, turned and walked into the room to look.

The house is a side household, the area must be larger, it is a three-bedroom apartment of more than one hundred square meters. The system took good care of his habits. The master bedroom facing south has a bathroom and a cloakroom. The rest, because it is a frame house, there are no load-bearing walls, all opened up.

Open kitchen, cabinets and so on were also placed in corresponding positions by the moving company, and some art, green plants, bookshelves, etc. separated the study, living room, and studio. The large balcony was wrapped and made into floor-to-ceiling windows, with lounge chairs and tea tables. Because it is a multi-story foreign-style house in front, there is no high-rise blocking the light, and the green trees outside the window are lush, and the overall look is still very good.

Looking around inside and outside, Wang Yan took two large suitcases to the bedroom and put the clothes inside in the cloakroom. They were all provided by the living daddy, all new.

"Come, come, light, these are floors, don't bump them." Familiar male voice sounded: "Mr. Wang, you see where this table is placed?"

Wang Yan walked out of the bedroom, looked at the table, and pointed to the study: "Put it there."

"Put it there." The man ordered his brothers, turned to look at Wang Yan: "To say Mr. Wang, you look like a cultural person. Look at this room full of books, tsk tsk..."

"Hey, what culture or not, these books, I haven't turned a single one. Just tearing the seal is new. I bought them back just to look good, and it shows that we have culture, right?"

The man laughed: "Mr. Wang has ideas..."

Wang Yan laughed along, his appearance, people didn't believe it, now hearing what they wanted to hear, everyone was happy.

Others were also laughing, opening the chatterbox, talking about the children going to school at home. This had nothing to do with Wang Yan, he continued to tidy up things.

Because besides clothes, there are many other things. Although photography is poor for three generations, as an amateur photography enthusiast who is not short of money, naturally he wouldn't consider so much. He has long guns and short cannons. With his LV2 level and not touching for many years, the configuration is indeed too high. Many of the boxes he got were those things, while getting familiar, while getting things out and putting them on the storage rack of the studio facing north.

After he fiddled for a while, the four men who moved the house had already moved his things over. He directed to adjust the large items and put them in place, and a pile of messy things were piled up in the hall.

Wang Yan alone slowly put things away. It is worth mentioning that some mounted pendants, besides his calligraphy and painting works, also hung a lot of photography works, portraits, landscapes, animals, etc., everywhere.

There are still quite a few things. Except for going out to eat noodles in the market outside at noon, he alone brought things and cleaned up, and it was until the afternoon.

Stretched, looked at the time, it was past four o'clock, immediately tidied up, took his wallet and mobile phone and went out.

He is a billionaire, certainly has a small car. This community is newly built in the past two years, and there is naturally an underground parking lot. Wang Yan touched the key of the four rings from the space and pressed it. Not far away, the lights of a black S4 flashed twice.

Walked around the car body and sat in the driver's seat to feel it. Of course, it is not as good as S8, but it is okay now. Anyway, it is more than fifty. Of course, it is mainly because he has no obsession with cars, and he can drive anything. The license plate is no longer A8. This time it is an ordinary A plate, not bad.

The fifty-thousand car is also consistent with his identity. Although he is worth over one hundred million, they are all houses, all real estate. If he really wants the money in his hands, after buying this house, there are only more than thirty thousand left. Although these money are relatively small, there is six-digit rent every month, so it is chic.

Wang Yan stepped on the accelerator, drove out of the basement, drove to the nearest market, and bought vegetables. Said to invite Yang Tao to dinner, his motivation is not pure, so he must be carefully prepared. Therefore, he bought a lot of vegetables in the market, as well as messy seasonings, and also got some wine back. He had to drink a little, and it was boring to just eat.

Bought things and returned home, it was almost five o'clock. Wang Yan didn't grind, and started to get busy in the kitchen. The ones to be stewed were processed first, and the ones to be fried were picked first.

Doing six or seven dishes and one soup by himself is quite slow. Cooking is actually very fast, but the preparation work before cooking is very grinding. That is, he has a good body and energy now, otherwise he wouldn't cook. Working for a day is tired, and he has to buy vegetables, tidy up, and then cook. After eating, he has to clean up kitchen waste, wash and wash, too exhausted. He has never thought that there is anything more comfortable than lying there doing nothing after eating, and having a cigarette after a meal. If you drink a little when eating, and have a feeling of being slightly drunk, it is even more wonderful. If it is a summer day that is not dry or hot, a twilight with a breeze, drinking alone to send the setting sun, it is even more unique.

Of course, he hasn't experienced it for a long time. One is that he is diligent now, the other is that his drinking capacity has come up, and the third is that his addiction to cigarettes has disappeared, so this former little fun is naturally no longer seen.

Another day of smiling, another day of seeing newcomers get married, another day of wanting to meet true love and walk into the marriage hall hand in hand. Yang Tao said goodbye to the waiter, dragged off her high heels in the locker room, couldn't help but rub her sore feet there, and couldn't help but think about her future in her mind.

She is thirty-two, an old girl. Her mother meets her and urges her, and she arranges blind dates for her without anything, just afraid that she won't be able to marry. Of course, she also understands her mother. After all, her father left very early, and they depended on each other. Now that she is so old, her mother must be anxious. Especially neighbors and friends, nothing to say, just because she has no movement, can she not be anxious?

She also wants to get married, but she doesn't want to get married so rashly, and doesn't want to get married for the sake of marriage. She wants to find someone who looks right, find someone who is compatible, but why is it so difficult?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of the ex-boyfriend who cheated her. Damn it, the thousand-knife one, if it weren't for her ex-boyfriend, she would have paid off the debt for three years, and maybe she would have found a suitable person long ago. Daily greetings to Li Wei, her damn ex-boyfriend...

Yang Tao shook her head, tidied up her mood and didn't think much, changed into the flat loafers she wore when she came, and didn't forget to wash her hands. Then, carrying her small bag, she got up and went to the hotel parking lot to drive her car, merged into the traffic flow of getting off work, and closed the work.

She naturally didn't forget to go to the new neighbor's house for dinner. She agreed, so she was embarrassed to refuse, and she sent a message before, asking if she had anything she wanted to eat. She didn't feel that the new neighbor was bad, just too enthusiastic, making people unable to adapt. And strong, she didn't say the words of refusal.

All the way listening to soft and soothing music, relieving the tired mind, rubbing back to the community with the vast traffic flow. In the underground parking lot, she was quite skilled in entering the warehouse, got out of the car and carried her small bag around to the passenger seat, and picked up a green plant in a thin, high, transparent glass vase at the foot, which was the housewarming gift she gave to the neighbor.

People were so enthusiastic, she was embarrassed to go over and eat a meal for nothing. So during the lunch break, she ate a mouthful of lunch, drove to the flower and bird market, got a golden-edged rich bamboo. With the vase, fifty yuan, it was just right to give to the new neighbor, as a meal fee.

Yang Tao hugged the vase, locked the car, entered the elevator and went upstairs.

The elevator just stopped, and it hadn't opened yet. A pungent fragrance of food came through the seam. The house is one ladder and two households. Yang Tao thought with her feet and knew it was the new neighbor, and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Recalling the words of the new neighbor in the morning that he was not afraid of the master in the restaurant, she knew that people were not bragging. How the food was, the smell was known, and there was even a little expectation in her heart.

The food made in the restaurant and the food made at home are two flavors. The biggest difference is the fireworks of life. Yang Tao wants to get married, but she is no longer the little girl she was, she wants love, but she doesn't want all the love that is earth-shattering. Because she knows that reality is not a novel or a TV series, where there are so many earth-shattering love, she always has to live. And life is sandwiched in this plain fireworks.

While thinking blindly, the elevator door opened slowly. Yang Tao took a long breath and walked out.

I saw the door of the new neighbor's house wide open, and the fragrance of the food was even more intense. Thinking about it, Yang Tao took two steps forward and knocked on the door 'dong dong dong'.

"Miss Yang is back, why knock on the door, just come in directly."

As he spoke, Wang Yan wore large trunks and half-sleeved shirt, dragged slippers, wrapped in an apron, wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

Looking at Wang Yan's exposed arms, because his waist was straight, the half-sleeve was close to the skin, outlining the contour of his chest muscles, his figure was very good, Yang Tao secretly muttered, but smiled and reached out to hand over the rich bamboo in her hand: "I won't go in, go back to the room and tidy up first. Look, this is the rich bamboo I bought, wish you a great luck in your new home."

"Hey, Miss Yang is so polite." Wang Yan laughed and stepped forward. When Yang Tao was about to say polite words, he reached out and took it: "Then I won't be polite."

Somewhat unexpectedly, Yang Tao was stunned for a moment, then revealed her white teeth: "You should be blunt; it makes it more justifiable for me to sponge a meal. Is there anything you need my help with? I'll go back to my room to tidy up and will be over right away."

"No, I have two more dishes to finish, just wait for dinner. If you are really idle, why don't you see how to place this rich bamboo later."

"Okay." Yang Tao nodded: "Let's not you you."

Beijingers like to call you, but it is just because they are not familiar and the relationship is not close. There is no such thing as you you all day long with classmates, friends, etc. It is just some habitual colloquialisms of ridicule.

"Okay, you go back and tidy up first, my dish is still in the pot."

Yang Tao smiled and responded, turned and opened her door, and closed it with a 'bang'.

Wang Yan went back to continue cooking. He made six dishes and one soup, and now there are two stir-fry dishes left, which are waiting for Yang Tao to come back to start cooking.

Not long after, when he was swinging the big spoon, the sound of opening and closing the door outside passed, and Yang Tao's voice came at the door: "Can I come in?"

"Come in, don't change shoes, this hygiene hasn't been cleaned up yet." Wang Yan shouted without looking back: "I'll be fine soon, you can look at it yourself."

Looking at the clean ground, Yang Tao spat out her tongue and responded with a good one. Then she tentatively stepped on it, lifted it up and looked at the floor, seeing that her shoes didn't leave any marks on the floor, and then she walked in with confidence...