Chapter 110 Coming
"Comrade, what's the problem?"

The clerk from the Real Estate Bureau took the two house photos and two agreements, looked down, and was stunned.
The house photo is actually two pieces of paper:
Beijing Land and Property Ownership Certificate
No. 18 Qinlao Hutong, covers an area of ​​4600 square meters, with 73 rooms under the house corridor, including a garden in the east cross courtyard;
No. 4 Suzhou Hutong, covers an area of ​​1200 square meters, with 50 rooms under the corridor;
The two agreements have also been signed, stamped and promised by both parties and the middleman:

From the date of transfer, any disputes arising shall be borne by each party.

Middleman: Wang Rongkui
The clerk held the two house photos as if they were of great importance. He had been working at the Beijing Real Estate Bureau for more than two years since the liberation and had handled countless house changes.

But it is unheard of that two such large houses are transferred to one person at the same time.

The clerk looked down at the property deed and the transfer agreement again, then looked up and fixed his eyes on the two scrolls that Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong had tucked under their armpits.

What kind of calligraphy and painting is worthy of these two people exchanging such a big house?

And if I remember correctly, the big house at No. 18 Qinlao Hutong was just transferred to a young girl some time ago.

Why suddenly?
"Comrade, can you handle it?"

Wang Deming asked again with a smile on his face.

"Ah," the clerk said in a panic, "Comrade, your transfer is too big, I can't handle it."

"Please wait a moment. I will go and call our leader."

The clerk left the counter and ran directly out of the reception room at the entrance to the courtyard and went to the backyard to find the leader of the Real Estate Bureau.

Wang Deming smiled and joked to Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong: "You are still too young."

"You are really too impatient. Even if you are going to see the leader, it doesn't prevent you from pouring us a cup of tea first."

Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong glanced at the reception room of the Real Estate Bureau and couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

This reception room consists of five connected rooms. On one side are square tables placed together. On one side sit the clerks, and on the other side sit the people who come to transfer their properties.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the three of them.

Cha Kuiyuan moved to Wang Deming's side and whispered in his ear, "Deming, is this really okay?"

Wang Deming was calm, with the corners of his lips raised. He slowly looked at everyone in the reception room. Everyone he looked at lowered their heads. Then, without moving his lips, he made a low and slight sound in his throat: "Do I understand or do you understand?"

"If things turn out worse than I said, my 2 yuan will be used as compensation for these two houses!"

"Don't, don't!"

"Deming, please don't say that!"

"These two houses are yours!"

Zhang Shouchong also nervously came to Wang Deming's back and quickly expressed his opinion: "That's right!"

"We are a family, Deming, please don't say anything different from your own!"

"Hmm" Wang Deming snorted!
"Everyone, please sit down. I don't think it will be that fast!"

"Uh-huh."

Although Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong were wearing custom-made wool suits, mink woolen coats, and mink hats, they were holding two scrolls in their diaphragm fossa, and their timid appearance made people feel that they had done nothing good.

Wang Deming, on the other hand, looked around calmly, occasionally looking up at the beams, and then at other families who were transferring properties at the real estate bureau. This made him realize something: many of the families who were transferring properties were the poor families mentioned in the previous chat, and most of them bought only one room.
Most of those who sold their houses were wealthy people in the past. There were no old people left. Most of them opened shops, such as Heniantang and Baotangchun.
"Hey, second brother-in-law, third brother," Wang Deming pointed his mouth in the direction of the transfer and asked in a low voice, "Why are there so few old people and young people selling houses?"

"That's easy, they've already sold out!"

"The Bannermen did not work and smoked opium, so they quickly squandered their wealth. Those who could survive until liberation and still have a house had to have a solid family background."

"Oh."

"Hey, I heard you guys talking about Prince Ding's Mansion and Prince Qing's Mansion before, where are these people?"

"Well, it's all the same, that's why the Qing Palace married the pawnbroker Liu. I've heard you talk to us about policies recently, and I guess they will... But we will always keep them fed."

"Well, by the way, do you have any contact with the branch of the Su Palace that stayed in the capital?"

While they were chatting, there was a lot of chaotic footsteps outside the reception room, and then a "click" sound. Wang Deming was shocked when he heard this sound. It was the sound of a gun bolt being pulled!

Who is so shameless? I was sitting in the room, and you were pulling the bolt, treating me as an enemy?
MD, when I see him next time, I’m going to spit in his face!
The clerk rushed into the reception room first, pointed at Wang Deming and the other two and shouted, "It's them!"

"Deming!"

"Zhang Suo!"

"Kui Yuan, Shou Chong!"

"Jia Jin, Bo Ju."

The group of people who came in was divided into two distinct groups. One group was led by Zhang Dayong, the director of Jiaodaokou. He still had his right hand on the X-holster on his waist, looking very majestic. There were several policemen and militiamen behind him. The one who just pulled the bolt of his gun was a stupid militiaman.
The other group of people consisted of two middle-aged men with long faces wearing Zhongshan suits, with their hair parted in the middle. One wore glasses and the other didn't, and they looked very bookish. Both of them even had at least two pens pinned to their right chests!
But no matter which group of people they were, once they entered the reception room and met each other, they recognized their acquaintances.

After a brief moment of staring at each other, Director Zhang spoke first, pointing at Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong and asking, "Deming, what's going on?"

"No, what did this comrade tell you?" Wang Deming pretended to be innocent and blinked his eyes twice, saying with grievance: "Isn't it just a transfer of ownership of the house?"

Zhu Jiajin and Zhang Boju also helped explain: "Comrade police, these two are Mr. Cha Kuiyuan from Qinlao Hutong and Mr. Zhang Shouchong from Jinyu Hutong. They are both our united front targets."

"Surely there won't be anything illegal?"

Zhang Dayong is a little confused now. That’s right! How can it be judged that there is a problem with the transfer of the house?
No, why are there two houses?
Before Zhang Dayong could continue to ask questions, the clerk jumped out, followed by a middle-aged leader wearing glasses, who shouted, "They must be doing something shameful!"

"Who would trade two properties with 5 or 60 rooms for two scrolls? If they are not antiques, then they are betraying our information! And it has to be important information!"

"They have everything under their arms!"

Zhang Dayong hooked his fingers at Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong, indicating that they should hand over the things.

"This..." The two men first looked at Wang Deming, and after receiving the latter's encouraging look, they reluctantly put the two scrolls in Zhang Dayong's hands.

"Hey, it's still quite heavy." Zhang Dayong took it and shook it twice, then handed it to Zhu Jiajin and Zhang Boju next to him, "Please, gentlemen from the Palace Museum, take a look first."

Then he turned around and asked Wang Deming: "Deming, what did you exchange the two houses for? What are you exchanging the houses for?"

Zhu Jiajin and Zhang Boju also asked Xiang Chakuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong at the same time: "Brother Kuiyuan, Brother Shouchong, what treasure is worth exchanging your house for?"

(End of this chapter)