Volume 635 The Human Touch in the Hutong

No, you can't call him a small intermediary now. He has already relied on his hard work and hard work to make this small shop on the edge of the East Second Ring Road be assigned to him by the headquarters.

No matter what, I have to call the other party now, the store manager!

The three of them walked, and first went to see Qin Guan's property. This is a process that every homeowner must go through before handing over the house.

When the real estate entrusted to the intermediary for many years is recovered, is there any damage or other changes?

In the crooked alley, the store manager who was surprised by Qin Guan's heroism had already started his introduction as he walked.

"Your house was entrusted to us to rent the whole set. I have made a whole set of renovations for you according to the condition of your house, so that the effective rent will not be lost to the greatest extent."

"Actually, our intermediary company, to put it bluntly, is to earn a difference. In addition to the rent we give you, if we add a little more, we can earn a turnover anyway, right? Am I right? Brother?"

You are right, no wonder Qin Guan had to be vaccinated beforehand. When they came to the first house that Qin Guan bought in this alley, which was also the largest house, they were well-informed. Even Qin Guan couldn't help being surprised by the flexibility of the intermediary company.

This is a one-bedroom, one-living room in a square courtyard. The old rooms that Qin Guan bought had been completely repainted by the intermediary company.

This small apartment of less than 50 square meters has been used by the renter as a dormitory for employees. The small yard is full of strings and ropes, and the clothes and mattresses are exposed to the sun that has just appeared. There are many people living here.

After stepping into the room, there are luggage racks that cannot be moved, and bunk beds that are so densely packed.

It was already working time, and there were no sign of the tenants who were serving as waiters in the small restaurant.

"How many people live here!"

The shop manager next to him giggled dryly, compared his palms, opened his fingers wide, and turned them over in front of Qin Guan's eyes.

"Five? It's okay..."

"Five is double, here, I just flipped it!"

Your hand gestures are really good, it seems that you are still a person with high comprehensive quality...

After looking at several small houses in a row, the situation is almost the same, and some are charged according to the bed, and the liquidity is relatively large.

Some of the newer ones were divided into partitions and rented out.

When Qin Guan stepped out of the last house after seeing it, he was stopped enthusiastically by the people opposite the courtyard.

"Hey, boy! You're back!"

Looking at the kind-looking aunt opposite, wearing red cuffs and holding a ponytail, Qin Guan tilted his head in doubt.

"What? Don't remember aunt? When you bought the house here, I kindly reminded you, aunt!"

"oh!"

Qin Guan suddenly realized, Cong Nianwei was only curious.

"I'm not talking about you. You came back too soon. That's the house you bought!"

Qin Guan nodded in response.

"That's it, you wait, oh, sit down first!" After finishing speaking, the aunt handed the little horse into Cong Nianwei's hands, turned around and went back to her house with the door half open.

But after a while, I took out a small rough leather book with kraft paper as the cover, and three words printed with a big red brush on it: Notebook.

"Let me show you the sanitation fees, water and electricity, and basic street renovations over the past few years... Well, all the expenses are listed above!"

Qin Guan took this clear record written stroke by stroke, and even clearly marked when the receipt was given, and then he was happy.

"Thank you, aunt, these lists from the intermediary company are all attached to my contract."

The aunt was also unambiguous, and glared in the direction of the small store manager: "That's not necessarily true. These guys with black consciences can't do anything just to make money!"

"Look at your square-shaped house, how neatly they have changed it!"

"If you come back from abroad, if there is someone who doesn't take advantage of it, how can you recycle it and sell it!"

"Besides, for those expenses without invoices, he will go to the street and give you a receipt, and he can stick five or six receipts for you with a spit of spit. Believe it or not!"

The mighty old lady stood in front of Qin Guan and the intermediary store manager like a hen guarding her cubs with the enthusiasm that belonged only to the old alleys of the capital.

This word called neighbor, in today's metropolis, has been gradually forgotten by us in the turbulent secular world.

However, in this hutong known for being the closest neighbors who live in a mixed and nestled relationship, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, which is vividly reflected here.

The old man who plays chess and cards at the entrance of the Hutong is the one with the best memory in this area, because whenever a strange face appears, they are curious and enthusiastic, and they are the first hurdle to welcome you.

In the simple grocery store built with asbestos tiles in the two short rooms, there must be housewives squatting or sitting by the door, eating melon seeds, eating peanuts, and grinding their teeth idle.

Today I bought an extra handful of green onions, and tomorrow the aroma of your stew will be floating in the sky in an alley.

The big porcelain bowl conveys you, me, him, fresh dishes added during dinner, sharing with each other makes the person who passed it forget the ownership of this large blue and white porcelain.

The one who pees and plays with mud must be a boy in the same yard. Those schoolbags that have grown up together since childhood, and the shaking schoolbags are the friendship that surrounds them after they went their separate ways in this city.

Even if the world is far and wide, even if we haven't seen each other for many years, wrinkles and mottled can't stop the soul that gets close to you in an instant.

Hutong, it just sits here quietly, watching people coming and going, moving out or relocating, all our stories are also preserved here.

Behind the aunt, Qin Guan smiled as brightly as a juvenile chrysanthemum in the yard, and he responded very docilely to the neighbor who defended him.

"Hey, it's aunt after all. She has more social experience than us young people. Let me check it out. The money didn't come from a strong wind, did it?"

"That's right. Well, boy, what's your last name?"

"My surname is Qin! You can call me Xiao Qin!"

"Then, Xiao Qin, do you know that our piece is going to be demolished?"

"I know, the store manager called to let me look at the house facilities first, and that's why I rushed here."

As soon as she heard that the young man next to her house, who hadn't shown up since she bought the house, was also a member of their brainstorming group, naturally, the aunt became concerned. (To be continued.)