Chapter 32: Praise for Your Wit(1/2)
Beishan Cemetery is located 80 miles north of Shudu, close to Duheyan, a great water conservancy project with a history of two thousand years.
The cemetery is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with tall and ancient trees growing on the mountain, lushly covering the sky and the sun; on the other side, it is close to water, and this river is the lifeline of Shu and is surrounded by the fertile land of the people for thousands of miles.
In recent decades, Beishan Cemetery has been a famous tomb Fengshui treasure land that looks at the entire Shu area, and even the southwest. It is favored by the powerful and wealthy people in Shu area, and its prices have also risen.
The closer you are to the inner place, the closer you are to the dragon's head, and the price is upwards exponentially.
Since Lin Zhishu decided to buy a tomb for Shen Chong, even if he was not famous, he was still the biological father of Mingzhu Xinxin of the Lin family. He could not make a fool of himself and lost his identity in vain.
Not long after, Lao Gu called back, "Mr. Lin, there are not many treasure lands left in Beishan Cemetery now. There are more than 70 at the foot of the mountain, and the prices range from two million to eight million. Even though there are more than ten places up, they have basically been pre-ordered by people in full. Look at this..."
According to Lao Gu's intention, he did not ask who Lin Zhishu was going to bury, but he was definitely not an elder in her family. Otherwise, if this matter would not be discussed, the treasure land at the foot of the mountain would be almost the same.
Unexpectedly, Lin Zhishu pondered the formation and said, "In the location above, which company has the best Feng Shui purchase? How much does it cost?"
"Ah? It was bought by the He family in Mian County two years ago. It cost 49 million yuan to prepare it for the 70-year-old man of the He family. However, the old man of the He family is still hard and it will probably take more than ten years to use it."
Lin Zhishu recalled, "Okay, then I'll think about it, I'll give you a reply within today. I know the people from the He family in Mian County. If I want it, I will communicate with them first."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhishu pondered.
If the He family buys 49 million yuan, and if they want to make a fuss, even if others sell their face, they will not be able to take the original price. Otherwise, the favors will be too large, so the price will be increased to at least 60 to 70 million yuan.
It’s not that she can’t afford the money, but her personal vault is more than enough. It’s just that she has such a huge expense. She is so habitual that she has to weigh the pros and cons.
After a moment, Lin Zhishu sighed and bought it.
It’s a bartender Shen Chong, but he didn’t enjoy a single minute of wealth during his lifetime. After his death, he fell into the Feng Shui treasure land, which seemed to be no luck.
The phone number of the chairman of Mianxian He Family Real Estate, the eldest son of the He family, was directly found from his mobile phone, and Lin Zhishu called it directly.
It did not take much effort, and the two sides verbally agreed to transfer the cemetery for 60 million yuan.
Originally, Boss He wanted to give the original price to Lin Zhishu, but Lin Zhishu firmly disagreed and offered the offer to 70 million yuan. The two sides had a round of talks, and the buyers raised the price, while the sellers lowered the price, and finally compromised to 60 million yuan.
Boss He didn't make much trouble. Apart from this land, he had other places that were a little bit inferior. If he didn't help, he would continue to search.
Anyway, my dad is in good health, and he is not happy that he has put tens of millions there and becomes moldy. He scolds him for his younger generations who don’t know how hard it is to start a business. How much does it cost to start a tens of millions per year?
In addition, although it is sold at a price increase, the favors that give up Feng Shui treasure land cannot be faked. This is not a small favor for a meal.
There are many people in Shu who want to sell Lin Zhishu's favor, and it is not the turn of others to queue up.
He was just a little surprised. He hadn't heard of any elder in Mr. Lin's family who was in poor health recently.
At that time, President Lin only said that he was a person who was particularly important to her, but his identity was inconvenient to be clearly stated, so Boss He didn't ask much.
After Lin Zhishu made these two calls, Xinxin got off again. It seemed that thinking of her father had become her obsession, and the cartoon could not divert her attention.
Looking at his daughter's look of wanting to speak but wanting to speak, but being nervous and aggrieved because of her face, Lin Zhishu couldn't help feeling distressed.
She hugged Xinxin, put her face on her daughter's head, and said softly: "Xinxin, I'm sorry, mom shouldn't have been angry with you just now. Mom apologizes to you."
Xinxin said a few ummy words, and finally she was not so scared. She said well-behavedly: "Mom, don't be angry, Xinxin is not good. Mom has worked hard, so Xinxin shouldn't disturb her mother."
Xinxin is so sensible, which makes Lin Zhishu feel even more uncomfortable and ashamed.
She has always spent very little time with Xinxin, always busy with work and business, either flying in the sky or staying in the company.
Even when she got home, she had no time to play with her. She always threw her to Jiang Yu and asked Jiang Yu to take her to learn this and that, while she was trapped in a cage composed of one contract after another, documents, data reports, meeting minutes and other busy official duties.
Although she is only separated from Xinxin, who is playing in the living room, she seems to be thousands of miles apart in her heart.
This is probably the fundamental reason why Xinxin’s young and simple mind is closer to Jiang Yu and even to herself.
In the past, although Xinxin and Shen Chong had few opportunities to meet, it was always an expectation in her heart, and Shen Chong could also share the burden with her a little.
But from now on, Xinxin really has no place to rely on except herself.
Lin Zhishu hugged him tighter, "Mom, don't be angry, Xinxin, you must be happy in the future, okay?"
Xinxin in her arms said again: "Mom should be happy too. Xinxin can do it...don't do it..."
Lin Zhishu lowered his head and looked at his daughter's quarrels. In order to make herself happy, she learned to lie at the age of five.
"It is not good for children to lie, their noses will grow longer."
Xinxin touched her nose nervously, "Ah, then I still miss my dad!"
Lin Zhishu sighed again, what do you think is useless? No one can find your father now.
Forget it, let her give up.
"Hey, mom will call dad now, but Xinxin, you have to be mentally prepared, it won't be able to get through."
Xinxin nodded obediently, "Oh, too! OK, I can't get through today, I'll fight again tomorrow."
Lin Zhishu smiled bitterly and dialed Shen Chong's number.
On the other side, Shen Chong, who was sitting on the bus, looked down at Lin Zhishu's call. He had saved the number last time.
Shen Chong was quite surprised. Did Xinxin miss herself?
But how could it be Lin Zhishu who called him in person? Shouldn’t it be Jiang Yu who contacted me?
I understand, they must have found out that they couldn't contact me a few days ago. Lin Zhishu was running wild and knocked me one every once in a while.
Shen Chong felt a chill in his heart, and he was always worried that he would get sprayed after it was connected.
On the other side of the phone, Lin Zhishu was also confused.
Is the prompt sound different from the previous few days?
It used to be that "the call you made cannot be connected for the time being", but now it is a normal beeping sound waiting to be answered.
What's going on?
What's going on with you bastard Shen Chong!
On the other end, Mr. Shen was hesitating, should I answer the call or not?
If you answer, you will definitely get scolded. If you don’t answer, you can’t listen to your baby’s daughter’s voice. It’s so painful and entangled.
Also, after connecting, you must talk to Lin Zhishu first. According to the routine of answering the phone, I should call the other party first.
So what should I call it?
Miss Lin?
No, it's too unfamiliar, after all, he is his own mother.
Ms. Lin?
Even more unfamiliar!
Knowledge books?
This is so intimate, and everyone is not very familiar with it.
Lao Lin?
I might get beaten.
He just felt that the situation was too awkward. The relationship was far away, but definitely not far away. His daughter's mother, who said it was close, felt completely wrong.
In just a few seconds, Shen Chong had so many inner dramas that he could constitute a memory kill.
On the other side of the phone, Lin Zhishu was not much better than him. She had already gritted her teeth, and had a complex and difficult-to-understand expression on her face, as if she was laughing, but also as if she was grinding her teeth.
It's not clear whether she is happy or angry, or something else.
However, Xinxin was ignorant and looking at the phone screen with anticipation. She seemed to be calling silently in her heart. Dad answer the phone! Answer the phone quickly!
Suddenly, the beep prompt sound suddenly changed.
"The user you call is temporarily inconvenient to answer your call, please dial later."
Lin Zhishu stared at him.
Hang up?
He actually hung up my phone again?
Or maybe it was hanged by someone else?
Who is it!
Xinxin couldn't hide her disappointment, "Dad seems to be busy."
At this moment, the text message ringtone rang again.
Lin Zhishu was familiar with this routine and quickly opened the text message to take a look.
"Your WeChat account is your mobile phone number, right? I've added your WeChat."
What does he mean?
Before Lin Zhishu could react, the text message ringtone rang again, and Shen Chong sent another text message.
"You refuse to add friends, this is my number, 135xxxxxxxx, you add me."
Looking at this text message, Mr. Lin added drama in daily life~
He is already dying and is so angry that he is so angry?
To be continued...