Chapter 182

The night in Beijing in April still carried a trace of coolness. Wei Ming slowed down as much as possible. He didn't care, but there was a little old man behind him.

Wu Lao's salary was very high, and he didn't care about this bite of mutton hot pot from Wei Ming, but he rarely had the opportunity to eat meat with so many young people and talk freely. He was indeed very happy today.

Wu Zuxiang also asked Wei Ming: "Did you feel very distressed when checking out?"

Because there were many people, Wei Ming ate up his monthly salary at Peking University in one meal.

Wei Ming insisted: "Not at all, because I will be able to eat it back sooner or later."

At the dinner table, he asked about the hometown and work unit of every classmate clearly. In the future, when you go to Xi'an, you can see if I eat Jia Pingwa's mutton bubble bun.

He not only has to manage food, but also has to manage accommodation.

Old Wu laughed: "You kid!"

Then he said: "You should save those manuscript fees. I heard that your uncle has been helping you arrange to buy a house recently. Why, are you in a hurry to marry a wife?"

I didn't expect this matter to have spread among the teachers at Peking University. Wei Ming smiled and answered: "There is no wife, but I really want to have a home. If you have any ways, you can tell me."

"Okay, I'll keep this in mind."

However, it seems that it is no longer needed. The next day, when Wei Ping'an went to work, he came to find Wei Ming and asked him to wait for him at the Nanmen after work in the afternoon.

"Go see the house."

Wei Ming's eyes lit up "ding".

There was no work today, so he left work a little early. After waiting for a few minutes at the Nanmen, Uncle Ping'an also arrived.

Then the two went to the kindergarten to pick up Lele. On the way, Wei Ping'an told his nephew: "Your aunt called today and said they are preparing to go to the Northwest to film. I plan to go see them on May Day, with Lele."

There is no Golden Week on May Day, just one day off, but Uncle Ping'an has annual leave and compensatory leave.

Wei Ming asked: "Xizi's scenes shouldn't be left much, right?"

Wei Ping'an said: "Hmm, just one to send Dad, one to pick up Dad. I plan to accompany them to finish filming, then return to Beijing together, and fly back."

When talking about flying, Uncle Ping'an was still a bit excited. He was also the first time.

After the reform and opening up, more and more flights were flying. Although it was still not close to the people, and it was not easy for ordinary people to buy tickets, Uncle Ping'an was not an ordinary person, and it was not difficult to get tickets. And the two little guys were half price.

"Actually, I also want to see the filming progress of the crew. How about we go together and come back together." Wei Ming suggested.

He was also tired of the speed of the train, and wanted to try the airplane service of this era. If it felt good, he would choose the airplane as his first choice for long-distance travel in the future.

With someone to accompany him, he didn't have to stare at Lele all the time when he went. Wei Ping'an naturally couldn't ask for more, but he was skeptical about his nephew's reason for going to the crew.

After picking up Lele, the three went straight to the Overseas Chinese Apartment in Huayuan Village. This community is located in Courtyard 30, Chegongzhuang West Road, West Third Ring Road. After walking down the road, they arrived in more than ten minutes.

Behind the community is the Beijing Labor Relations College. The school is not very hard, just famous because of Gao Yuanyuan. Of course, it is still called "Labor Movement College" now.

At the guard, they explained the reason, registered, and parked the motorcycle at the door before they could enter.

Well, it feels very safe, and it feels like you can safely put the motorcycle downstairs.

The greening of the community is also good. After all, there is property management. Those trees were planted when the community was just built, and they have been nearly twenty years old.

There are four four-story small buildings here, and there are four types of layouts, with an area between 150 and 220 square meters.

The highest is only four stories, so even if you live on the top floor, you don't waste your legs.

After entering the unit building, whether it is materials or design sense, Wei Ming can clearly feel that it is much higher-end than Uncle Ping'an's unit.

Wei Ping'an said: "The one who intends to sell the house lives on the first floor."

The privacy of the first floor is worse. Wei Ming frowned slightly.

After knocking on the door and seeing this house, Wei Ming frowned even deeper.

Good guy, this living room is a bit big.

Lele also exclaimed, feeling that this living room was as big as their house. They only had more than 50 square meters, two bedrooms and a small living room.

Wei Ming asked: "May I ask the area of this house?"

The middle-aged man who was obviously westernized said: "220 square meters, the largest one."

And there is no public share. In later generations, this can be considered a large flat floor, and it is a four-bedroom, two-living, two-bathroom layout.

But why does a single man live in such a big place?

After a simple glance, Wei Ming asked the unit price of the house carefully.

The middle-aged man said: "My father bought it with US dollars back then. Now I won't calculate it with US dollars. It is estimated that no one can take out so many US dollars, so calculate it at 180 yuan per square meter."

Good guy, 220, 180 yuan per square meter, this is nearly 40,000 yuan. Wei Ming couldn't take out half of it.

Wei Ming pulled Uncle Ping'an and Lele: "Sorry, disturbed."

After going out, Wei Ping'an was also depressed.

"Teacher Song didn't say it was such a large area, and 180 per square meter is a bit ruthless. After all, it has been lived in for twenty years. Although it is well maintained, it is still an old house."

Then Wei Ping'an told Wei Ming about the landlord's situation. Second-generation overseas Chinese, parents divorced, mother in Canada, father died of illness, he wanted to sell the house and go to Guangzhou to do business. The house money was his capital.

"40,000 yuan can indeed do a big business in Guangzhou. He has a good eye." Wei Ming sighed.

Now there are business opportunities everywhere in Guangzhou. With a capital of 40,000 yuan, even if it is not the best, buying ten such houses in the future will not be a problem. Uncle Ping'an asked: "Then how much money have you saved now?"

Wei Ming calculated, RMB and Hong Kong dollars, only 15,000.

"Almost 20,000." Wei Ming also counted the money for those four songs.

Wei Ping'an thought for a while: "Then the smallest house, the price will be cut again, and it will be almost the same! There is great hope!"

However, he soon realized that something was wrong. After "Animal Ferocity" was published, Wei Ming didn't publish any more works. At that time, he had only more than 10,000 savings. How did this become 20,000?

"You kid, you wouldn't have opened another pen name to write novels, would you?"

Wei Ming giggled: "Can't hide from your fiery eyes. Actually, I have another pen name called Wei Kuangren. A novel under this pen name is going to be adapted into a script. In addition, "Er Niu" has also sold the script. Mainly, the script makes money."

Wei Ping'an learned about Wei Kuangren in detail. When he heard it was a Wu Xia novel, he was a little worried, but when he heard it was a co-production.

Oh, that's fine.

This can also be considered as earning foreign exchange for the country. By then, Qingniao will pay Hong Kong dollars, and filming in the mainland will spend RMB.

Because it was a bit late, Wei Ming treated Uncle Ping'an and Lele to a meal at the Long March Canteen, and then he returned to the Nanmen and saw Liu Zhenyun.

!

He was waiting for himself.

"Teacher Wei, finally back. Waited for you for two hours."

Wei Ming: "You should have gone directly to the Great Wall Canteen to wait for me. I just came back from there."

Hearing that Wei Ming went out to eat again, Liu Zhenyun was annoyed, but he said: "No merit, no reward. It's embarrassing to eat yours without helping."

"Then what help are you looking for me this time?"

"On the contrary, this time I came to seek your help."

Wei Ming pushed the motorcycle in and sat directly on the car: "Expand and talk."

Liu Zhenyun's eyes fell on Wei Ming's feet.

"Isn't there a school track and field meet in two days? I want to borrow your sneakers."

Today, the National Olympic Committee officially announced that it would give up the Moscow Olympics. However, the Olympics would not be attended, but sports could not stop.

Isn't this, the student sports meet was arranged, and there will be a faculty sports meet next month.

Wei Ming: "Will your feet fit if you wear my sneakers?"

"We are about the same height, right?" Liu Zhenyun said, he was also about 1.8 meters.

Wei Ming took off his shoes and said: "I am 1.83, you try."

Liu Zhenyun tried it: "It's just tailor-made for me, too suitable!"

Actually, it was still a bit big, but it was used once a year. He couldn't bear to buy a pair himself, and it was comfortable to wear the thousand-layer soles of his mother.

And he had already tried Biaozi's and Mei Wenhua's. Mei Wenhua's shoes were too small, and Biaozi's height was about the same as Wei Ming's, but his feet were bigger than Wei Ming's.

Since Liu Zhenyun felt it was suitable, Wei Ming let him use it. He had other shoes.

Two days later, the school track and field meet officially started, with 540 students from 22 departments participating.

Wei Ming and Yang Hao took photos with cameras on the Wusi playground, and could also see the medical staff of the school hospital, including Sister Mu Rong, whose belly was no longer flat.

Such a sports meet is inevitably injured. They are ready at any time.

Biaozi and Little Mei from the Security Department also participated, doing the work of referees and maintaining order.

Yang Hao "clicked" and took a wonderful moment of the sprint competition, and then said to Wei Ming: "It depends on you next month."

"Depend on me for what?"

Yang Hao: "Faculty sports meet. At that time, it will be based on departments. Our school journal agency is all old, weak, sick, and disabled. Besides you, who else can run and jump like this."

Wei Ming looked at the strong young men in the Security Department again. Is there any suspense in this competition?

Wei Ming stretched his arms and legs: "I will try my best."

Feeling that since Melinda left, without the need for sexual life, he has become a bit slack in exercise and fitness.

No, I have to run tomorrow!

Liu Zhenyun participated in the long jump and high jump events. These sneakers were indeed better than cloth shoes. He entered the finals in both events, but didn't get a ranking in the end. Participation is the most important thing.

The next morning, Wei Ming started running laps around Peking University. When he ran to the newsstand, the old man just opened the door.

"Has 'People's Literature' come this month?"

"Not yet, tomorrow or the day after," the old man asked hurriedly, "Did you publish a work again?"

"No." He was waiting for the results of the National Excellent Short Story Selection.

After Wei Ming ran back to the Nanmen post, he happened to see the mailman and received a letter from Hong Kong and a remittance slip...

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