Chapter 295

After signing the contract, they left the sales office and took a few barrels of oil and a few bags of rice with them. It was very strange that they made it look like New Year's welfare.

At this time, Tang Fu and Lin Fu, who got the news, were "fried", and their brains were a little twisted.

At first, I didn't believe it at all.

It wasn't until they came back to the shop and looked at the black and white house purchase contract that they believed they had "picked up" a big house when they went out today.

Why didn't Tang Qing and his family show off these industries in the prosperous Tang Dynasty?

Because the money is "from the wrong way". If it's like other protagonists engaged in Internet, stock speculation, futures, gambling, gambling, technology and medicine selling, it's really earned money, and it's nothing to show off with their parents. It's really boring to hide.

But the restaurant is making money for its own industry. There is no income for the rest. Did Mengyun group, Tianyan group, Shengtang group, the catering enterprise with Li Jianguo and even the villa project with Huang Qi make money?

I didn't make any money.

The original is based on the year.

I made money. I told my parents that I was ok, but I was in such a big debt. Didn't it make my parents upset me? That's why Tang Qing only let his parents know about his restaurant at present.

Every day I think that my son has hundreds of millions of debts to repay.

They can't make it.

Unless... There's a legitimate source of money that flattens these debts and turns them into assets.

Anyway, Tang Qing hasn't come up with any good way at present, because there are still many problems to be solved in the future, which will become more and more difficult. Why don't we go to the stall once to complete the round, win five million grand prizes, and go to one hundred times in a row? Ha ha, let's wash and sleep. Now it's very good. The family are very full and satisfied. They have hope and a high sense of happiness. That's enough.

7 p.m.

In order to celebrate this "lucky event", several families got together again. They were still at Qin Yugang's house. By the way, they should also celebrate Qin Yugang's rise. On the weekend, Qin Yugang didn't have social intercourse.

Several ladies are busy in the kitchen. Some big men are chatting and smoking in the living room.

Seeing the excitement on the faces of the two families, Qin Yugang didn't have the slightest envy. For him, the most important thing is the family, his wife, two daughters, and these family members. The house is enough to live in, and the money is enough to spend. It's too big and unnecessary, and his identity is not suitable for that kind of house.

Different status, different experience, different personality and different pursuit.

Tang Qing is alone in his room.

In order to revenge Tang Qing for not calling her when she bought a house, Qin Shiqi pulled Lin Jiaxue into her room as soon as she came in, leaving him a look of "you wait for me".

Tang Qing can only quietly go back to the room and put the change in the drawer one by one.

It's kind of like paying tribute.

One hundred and twenty-one yuan.

It should be able to "pass".

Tang Qing nodded with satisfaction.

Just when Tang Qing was holding his head and looking at his own picture on the wall.

Uncle Qin Yu just came in.

"Why do you draw so many guns, Tang Tang?" Qin Yugang was surprised.

The desk in Tang Qing's room was covered with drawings of all kinds of guns. The lines and shadows were very good, especially the details. Even his army fan couldn't find any fault, especially the drawings when some bullets came out of the chamber, the pulled trigger and the hand holding the gun through the vicissitudes of life, as well as the shell ejected in the air and when the bullets came out of the chamber Light tracks and ripples.

He's a little impulsive to buy. He's willing to buy one hundred pairs.

"It's OK. How about it?" Tang Qing said as if he had offered a treasure.

"It's very good. The details are handled very well. You can definitely earn some money by selling it." Qin Yugang kept praising.

"I won't sell it. I'll keep it for myself and take whatever you want, uncle." Tang Qing is not short of money. Why do you sell it? It's almost the same to send people. This level of sketch is still a little high-level.

"Then I'm not polite. You can draw anyway." Qin Yugang finished and took down the picture he saw just now, which is the sketch of the shooting. This is a sniper gun. It's held by a hand that feels vicissitudes, blood and chaps in black-and-white paintings. He was shocked. He drew an eye beside the sight, squinting slightly. It's full of cold blood, but it's full of nostalgia for life. People who end their lives love it Life, let Qin Yugang see is very hot.

Flesh and blood.

This is the direct feeling of Qin Yugang.

He is going to go back and mount it well. He will hang it in his bedroom. If his wife doesn't allow it, he can only hang it in the office.

Just when Qin Yugang finished the sketch and was ready to go back to enjoy it carefully, he suddenly stopped and clapped his head.

Almost forgot.

Qin Yugang shook his head with a wry smile, which is a memory.

"Tang Tang, what's the matter today?" Qin Yugang turned to look at Tang Qing's eyes and said.

Looking at her uncle's eyes, Tang Qingsi had no fear.

"What's the matter?" Tang Qing pretends to be stupid.

"Today's affairs are full of mysteries. Your uncle and I are old policemen. I don't think I can see them." Qin Yugang didn't say well. Tang Qing's acting skill, he's convinced. You're making a silly expression. What's the matter with a smile.

"Is it? What does uncle see? " Tang Qing touched his nose to hide his embarrassment.

"The winning is arranged." Qin Yugang said directly.

"Maybe." Tang Qing shrugged, saying that he had acquiesced. Qin Yugang was not so easy to cheat. He simply didn't deny it.

Qin Yugang had got what he wanted, so he said, "well, I don't want to talk about you either. Remember to protect yourself and don't owe others. If you have something to do, tell your uncle. I believe you have your own discretion." He knows it's useless to talk too much. Tang Qing is not a random person either. He doesn't treat Tang Qing as a child anymore.

"I know. Thank you for reminding me." Thank you, Tang Qing said, this is the family, always trust and care for you.

"That's good."

Qin just walked out of Tang Qing's room.

Sure enough.

After a while, father Lin and father Tang came in. They took some pictures and praised Tang Qing.

Looking at the missing wall.

Tang Qing is also very happy.

Because some people like his works, it's just a big deal. Even if the most complex uncle took away the painting of "survival in the field", which is one meter and two long and fifty centimeters wide, Tang Qing can draw it in less than an hour.

If you have no money later, you can really sell paintings.

But there seems to be no chance.

In this life, he can't be so poor.

PS: it's late.