Chapter 163 Empty
"Huai Ru, good morning."

"Morning, Aunt Yan."

"Oh, Huairu, your skin looks so good today, so pink and so tender that it seems like you can squeeze water out of it!"

"Oh, that's right!" An old lady nearby immediately chimed in, "Huai Ru, what delicious food did you eat? It's so nutritious?"

Qin Huairu, who was flushing the toilet, blushed. What does this mean? High protein in the human body?
After a slight pause, she replied, "It was the donkey-hide gelatin that Deming brought back for me. I also drink it when I cook millet porridge with it."

"Oh"

"Comrade Deming came back last night."

The two long tail notes played by the old woman in the yard made Qin Huairu's face even redder, and she hurried back to the house.

The old ladies behind him immediately started to chatter in low voices, "Hey, isn't this obvious? As soon as this old man came back, Qin Huairu's face was all red. Who would believe her if she said nothing happened?"

"Hey, she just won't admit it, what can you do? Besides, she's not old enough!"

"That's right," he lowered his voice a little, "The old Jia family in the middle courtyard hasn't chosen her yet. Are they still thinking about Qin Huairu in the front courtyard?"

"That's right. This little girl has already attracted the heart of Jia Dongxu from the Central Courtyard!"

"Tsk, tsk."

In the room, Wang Deming was brushing his teeth and washing his face with the warm water that Qin Huairu had prepared earlier. His sister Yan Baozhen walked up behind him, pinched his waist and said, "Can't you be more stable, kid?" Her face turned red as she spoke, "What if the two children are still not sleeping soundly?"

"Hululu" Wang Deming spit out the foam in his mouth and said with a smile: "Sister, isn't it better to be apart than to be together again?"

"Next time, be careful next time!"

Yan Baozhen secretly glanced at the inner room and whispered, "Next time, take Xiaoru to the small factory!"

"Row."

After drinking a bowl of wontons bought by Qin Huairu, Wang Deming strolled out and happened to meet Jia Dongxu who had just returned from the night shift. The two big dark circles under his eyes and the blue face showed that he was suffering from kidney deficiency.

I don't know how he became like this even though he is not married yet? Alas, a little masturbation can make you happy, but too much masturbation can hurt your health.

Facing his murderous gaze, Wang Deming smiled brightly. Anyway, gazes can't kill people, so let him be. After all, I'm the one enjoying the comfort.

As usual, he gave lectures in Qinlao Hutong in the morning, and accompanied his master Xia Xiwu to see patients in Baoyu Hutong in the afternoon. A week later, many old and young people started to visit him.

Zhang Shouchong and Cha Kuiyuan, who were standing beside Wang Deming, seemed to be the two generals, constantly commenting: "Deming, although my brother-in-law is only the thirteenth son of Yuan Xiangcheng, he is the legitimate son after all, and he will inherit a lot of the family business."

"I have several properties in Beijing, Tianjin, Dalian, Yantai and Shanghai."

"Forget about the houses in the capital. It's convenient for my brother-in-law to come and collect the rent. For houses in other places, we can help my brother-in-law collect them, so that he doesn't have to entrust someone to collect the rent and remit the money. What do you think, brother-in-law?"

Yuan Shouan carefully opened the briefcase he brought and took out a small stack of property deeds.

Wang Deming's eyes turned red. Damn, there are so many properties!

Seeing that Yuan Shouan was still a little hesitant, Wang Deming laughed and took the stack of house deeds with both hands, looking at them like flipping a book.

Damn, no wonder it's called real estate, not house! There are only a few courtyard houses in the capital, but in other cities, there are hundreds of houses. This is just Yuan Shikai's thirteenth son, and he's already spent all the money of the people!
Wang Deming immediately broke his promise and handed all the deeds to Zhang Shouchong. He first took out a scroll from the side and handed it to him, introducing it enthusiastically: "This is the Cao E Stele co-written by Wang Xizhi and his son Wang Xianzhi. It is a unique and priceless treasure!"

Yuan Shouan took it with trembling hands, "Good! That's great!"

Wang Deming took out another scroll and handed it to him, "Look! 'Arhat Hall' by Zhao Boju of the Southern Song Dynasty. The images of the Arhats are lifelike, with different shapes. You can't find a better Buddhist statue than this except Gu Kaizhi! It's also a priceless treasure!" Yuan Shouan seemed to have Parkinson's disease in advance, and he was shaking even more violently.

"Well, brother-in-law, you only have three feet of land to sleep on. It really damages your image as a scholar to collect rent from so many properties. You are not good at managing it, so why not invest in our own business?"

"You can ask your second brother-in-law and third brother. They are planning to sell their house in Xitangzi Hutong in Qinlao Hutong to invest in the development of the pharmaceutical factory."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"This"

Wang Deming patted his chest loudly, "Brother-in-law, we are family, we will invest all your property in the pharmaceutical factory at a discount! This pharmaceutical factory is the foundation of our future life."

"Think about it, the two brothers Zhu Jiajin sold all their extra houses to the government, leaving only a dozen houses for each of them. Are you worse than them?"

"Is there no room for you in the Palace Museum and the Cultural Committee? No, I don't believe it!"

"So you've voted for it all?"

"Haha!" Wang Deming was even more enthusiastic, and he threw out nice words without asking for money. "Brother-in-law is indeed a great man! He is indeed a wise man!"

"But."

"Hey, brother-in-law, if you just don't trust me, do you also not trust my third brother and second brother-in-law?" Wang Deming showed a hint of displeasure, "The Beijing People's Congress representatives just hung on them."

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I meant there are a lot of furniture and decorations in this house."

"What's the big deal? How can we let you suffer a loss? I'll call Baofu Ge right now and ask him to help you transport it to Hong Kong and exchange it for US dollars!" Wang Deming said generously, "Our pharmaceutical factory has sworn brothers in Hong Kong."

"Didn't my second brother-in-law tell you? All the drugs from our pharmaceutical factory have been sold there!"

"Deming, I'll think of you then!"

"Hey, we're a family."

My eldest brother-in-law came in a daze and left in a daze. He exchanged a stack of house deeds for two national treasures and paintings, as well as a shareholding agreement.

Wang Deming took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, "Second brother-in-law, who else of our relatives is missing?"

Cha Kuiyuan, who acted as the accountant, flipped through the small notebook and said, "It seems that only Jin Yushu, the third brother-in-law of Prince Qing's mansion, is missing. Everyone else has come."

"We now have thousands of properties in Beijing, and hundreds of shops in Dongsi, Xidan, Gulou, and Qianmen, which are enough for the development of pharmaceutical factories in Beijing."

"As for other places, Dalian, Tianjin, Shijiazhuang, Shanghai, Nanjing, Yantai, and Guangzhou all have houses, which are enough for our pharmaceutical factory to open a branch."

"There are also jade, jade, porcelain and yellow croaker. These were all collected in Shouchun, not with me."

"Hmm," Wang Deming drank tea like drinking wine, and was intoxicated. It was worth his painstaking efforts to find a way out for these old people!
They were given an identity and a guarantee for their future life. Finally, these people were willing to hand over their visible assets.

It’s not easy!
As for the country's public-private partnership in a few years, that is national policy. What does it have to do with me, Wang!
"Hey, how many of you are here?"

Jin Yushu stretched his neck and walked into the main hall, and told Jin Yuqing in a familiar manner, "Yuqing, pour a cup of tea for my brother."

"No Pu'er, I'm not used to that. Please make me a cup of Deming's Longjing."

After serving the tea, he took a sip intoxicatedly, then proudly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and slapped it on the table, "Here comes the big baby!"

(End of this chapter)