When Yang Rui saw that the owner of the land had found out, he felt that there were still some results today. However, when Zhong Guanguang saw that the river embankment was built so long, he was afraid that the flood would be flooded in those places, so he asked: "Mr. Wu, the embankment by the river is so long, there will be floods there every year, right? Will it be flooded when there is heavy water?"

Mr. Fat shook his head and said, "I did it before, but now I don't." Seeing everyone's doubts, he said, "I built a dam ten years ago because of heavy floods. In the past few years, foreigners spent a lot of ships and could not enter and exit large ships, so they spent a lot of effort to dig silt and clear the river channel. Now they have never produced water in the past few years. But the wasteland on the river beach is too barren and there is no way to plant anything, so they are still deserted. Do you want to introduce Mr. Zhu below to the next step?"

Yang Rui and Zhong Guangui looked at each other for a while, and Zhong Guangui whispered, "It's really time to ask for that piece of land, it's good to meet." Yang Rui nodded and said to Mr. Fat, "It's good to meet, but you have to work hard on Mr. Wu."

When Mr. Fat was happy to see Yang Rui entrusting the task, he immediately stood up and said, "I'll go right away. Mr. Zhu must be at home during the Chinese New Year. Wait a moment." After that, he quickly walked down.

Mr. Zhu is a good man, kind to others and kind to others. Since he became the town of Xiangdong, he has also mobilized the gentry to build roads and bridges for the villagers and take care of the young and old. The villagers respect him even more. However, no one is perfect. Mr. Zhu has started to do his job since he became obsessed with an actor named Yuan Sansan in the concession. He spent a lot of money to make this actor famous. After more than a year, Yuan Sansan was still not popular or white. It was really hard to do it. However, Mr. Zhu spent a lot of money on his money, and some of the money passed down from ancestors were also deficient. Although his wife and mother did not find it, he was still very afraid that when the eldest son married, he would have to spend a lot of money. When the jar was opened, it would be empty inside... Thinking of this Mr. Zhu hit his head hard with a folding fan and sighed. But when he thought of Yuan Sansan's voice, figure, and eyes, he became addicted again.

Just as he was addicted, his family came to report: "Master, Mr. Wu is here and said he has something good to see the master."

Good thing, then Fatty Wu is a foodie, what good things can there be? Yuan Sansan hated this fat man very much, saying that after seeing this fat man, he couldn't eat for three days. Thinking of this, Mr. Zhu said to his family, "I just said I'm not studying, and I'm not seeing guests now." After hearing this, the family went out.

After a while, the family came in again and said, "Master, Mr. Wu refused to leave, and said it was a good thing. I would definitely not dare to deceive the master." Mr. Zhu snorted, "I don't dare to do it either. Go and call Yi in." Mr. Zhu is a good man, and it will be strange if you don't see Mr. Wu in the school.

Mr. Wu came in with a chubby body, and when he met, he bowed and said, "I can't stand it anymore. I offended Mr. Zhu's beauty and committed a death sentence."

When Mr. Zhu heard that he said this, he immediately pulled him into the study and interrupted sternly: "What are you doing with Fatty Wu?"

Mr. Fat said calmly, "Ala is here to send good things to the master." Seeing that Mr. Zhu was still angry, he said with a smile: "The land along the east and west ditch should be Mr. Zhu's."

Mr. Zhu thought, yes, the land belongs to his own family, but the land is the most valuable inheritance. The land deed was turned out in the wooden box where the quilt was placed, and it had been gnawed several times by insects. Seeing the fat man's appearance, someone seemed to have bought it, he asked, "Is it said, someone wants to buy land?"

Mr. Fat smiled and just nodded. He was not a fool. Seeing Yang Rui and his clothes and words, he knew that he wanted that land, and it was definitely not for farming, but for opening a dock. So he took the initiative to come to Mr. Zhu. This land that is worthless and no one wants. If it is really sold, he would have a lot of benefits. He was really planning and heard Mr. Zhu ask, "This land is worthless. Will the Governor of Hong Kong want it?"

Mr. Fat smiled and said, "I don't want it, just think that others don't want it. Now someone wants it. I want it to use that piece of land to open the pier." After that, he found a stool in the study and sat up leisurely.

Mr. Zhu sniffed contemptuously and said, "If you want to open a wharf, you should be in the foreign concession, not in the concession, but in Yangjing on the other side of Huangpu Beach. When will it be Luxing's turn to open a wharf?" Indeed, Luxing is too far off, and even in the Republic of China, there are still many places in the desert. Mr. Zhu concluded that this fat man was going to make something wrong and take advantage of it, and was thinking of driving him out. At this time, Mr. Fat spoke: "Ala has not coaxed Nong. Now the Yi people are in the teahouse in the town. If Nong wants to sell it, go and have a look. If you don't want to sell it, then pretend that Alla has never said it."

Mr. Zhu was stunned. This time he came, he was really here, so he wouldn't be a lie. Just as he was thinking, Mr. Fat decided to add firepower and said again: "Just just take a few steps, just walk around. Once you arrive at the teahouse, you will know that if there is no one, Alah will be a turtle."

When Mr. Zhu and Mr. Fat arrived at the teahouse, Yang Rui and others had already finished their meal. Considering Mr. Fat’s appetite, he still asked the guy to copy a few more dishes, brew a pot of good tea, and wait for them to come back. After the two sides met, Mr. Zhu’s concerns were dispelled. He saw that although Yang Rui and Mr. Fat had good conversations, he didn’t see Yang Rui without braids at the beginning. Later, he saw Yang Rui without braids. He was a sudden heart and his words were not very smooth. Master Zhu knew that there were only two kinds of people without braids. The old ones were usually the second Japanese, and the young ones were usually the revolutionary party. Both were not easy to mess with. Shanghai is a well-informed place, and the teahouses and theaters were full of news. Mr. Zhu stayed in it for a long time and knew a lot of things.

After the exchange, Mr. Zhu’s land can be bought, but there is no precedent for the price, and I don’t know what standards to refer to. When everyone was discussing, he didn’t know that Mr. Zhu was already worried and didn’t want to sell it. Mr. Fat was the most enthusiastic and said, “The wastelands in Yangjing are also bought by some people. The price is expensive and cheap. I said that it should be ten yuan and the Alla Land Travel. Although it is a little bit too, the land is flat and there is no flood. I still have eight yuan in Yangyuan. I just don’t know how many masters want to buy?”

Mr. Fat was jealous of money and just wanted to buy the land to show his advice. However, Mr. Zhu's heart had changed and he basically didn't say anything. Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Rui deliberately wanted to raise the topic to him and said to him: "What does Mr. Zhu think about it? How can this price be appropriate and satisfied?"
Chapter completed!