Chapter 436

The intermediary sighed.

I don't know what these rich people think.

I thought this order would earn a lot of intermediary fees, but if I didn't want the house, I'm afraid the business would be yellow.

He collected all the villa brochures listlessly: "Mr. Si, you don't know that the homeowner's family is not short of money and has no plan to sell the house."

On hearing this, Si Qing said "ha ha" directly. Instead of backing down, he became more interested in the house.

So rich?

He smiled and said, "who's the owner?"

The intermediary glanced at the closed door, then leaned forward mysteriously and whispered, "Mr. Si, you should have heard of Bo?"

... Bo?

Si Qing's heart clattered, and suddenly a very bad premonition arose.

I thought it couldn't be such a coincidence, but then I heard the intermediary say: "the owner is... The Lord of Bo..."

What a coincidence!

Si Qing bit his teeth and was very upset.

He casually looked at a house. The owner was Bo Yunli.

How much money does this smelly boy have in his name? How many rooms?

I can't even think about it.

Seeing that his expression was unspeakable, the intermediary said, "do you want to see something else..."

Si Qing didn't listen to what he said, so he got up and went out: "I'll find him myself and call you when I have news."

The intermediary looked at his back and didn't react until several seconds later.

The Chief Secretary... Who knows Mr. Bo?

——

Arriving at Bo's hall, it was the security captain who received Zhao Xiaotao last time.

The security captain reconnects the president's visual inside line.

But Si Qing obviously didn't cooperate with Zhao Xiaotao. The camera just aimed at him. He didn't look at it, so he directly walked to the elevator.

Security captain: I'll go, so crazy?

Just as I was about to ring the alarm bell, I heard the president's helpless voice in the video: "all right, let him come in directly."

Si Qing originally wanted to see Bo Yunli when he returned home. The Institute's family is a major shareholder. He has to report the situation on a routine basis.

It happened to be about the house.

At the office, Lu Wenbin brought tea and closed the door for them before going out.

Si Qing showed his intention. Bo Yunli took a sip of tea on the ground: "do you want to buy the villa near my university city?"

Si Qing smiled: "I've seen it from the outside. You don't live in that house. Otherwise, give it to me. Anyway, you have so many houses, and it's not bad."

Bo Yunli said "Oh".

Si Qing raised a glimmer of hope: "I'll pay the full amount. When will I sign the contract?"

Then, seeing that Bo Yunli's look had not changed, he said two words calmly: "don't sell."

Si Qing: "

Dare he dog a little more?

Next, Si Qing made great efforts to lobby. He didn't have such good patience when chasing Wen Ni.

I don't know how long it took, Bo Yunli finally let go and looked at him insipidly: "OK, you can pay taxes."

Si Qing looked at Bo Yunli's calm expression and deeply doubted that the boy was actually going to sell him from the beginning and deliberately let him waste so much tongue.

Black belly dead.

He took out his mobile phone and pressed it on the calculator to calculate the tax of the villa.

It is also a very objective figure.

He curled his lips and muttered, "it's still my buddy. It won't save me at all."

Bo Yunli raised half his eyebrows and stared at him. He raised his hand and sipped tea. He smiled lazily: "there's no way. It's expensive for my fiancee to raise."

He donated nine figures to the photovirus laboratory.

After talking about the house, Si Qing thought of a serious matter: "by the way, the medicine aunt Ling injected before her death..."

Thin cloud ceremony gathered a smile on his lips: "still integrating."

Si Qing's expression was also serious: "I'm also integrating the medicine my mother used."

After the integration, the investigation will begin

——

Meanwhile, s Zhou, an unknown Research Institute.

In the dimly lit lounge, sat a man who looked more than 30 years old.

His name is itozo.

He is used to lowering his head, with long bangs covering his eyebrows and eyes. He can't see his face clearly. He only knows that he is very thin, his face is yellow, and seems to have no sunshine all year round.

He opened the button of the light blue sterile coat and threw the medical gloves stained with dark blood into the garbage can. I don't know what he thought. He smiled darkly first and then said, "you said someone in Skynet is checking me?"

Along his line of sight, I found that there was still a person standing in the darkest corner of the room.

The man looks older, about 50 years old.

Although he was old, he spoke respectfully to itozo and dared not slack off.

"Go back to the master, yes, and the authority is not small. I'm checking their identity."

"Oh?" Ito Zuo's eyes were cold, and there was a chill in the room: "it seems that more than one account is checking me?"

The man in the corner said yes.

Ito Zuo was stunned, and then he laughed again.

The man in the corner has long been used to it. Itozo is moody and uncertain. No one can guess what he is thinking.

Itozo bent over, picked up the metal kettle on the ground and poured water into the glass vase standing on the low log table.

There was a dried and rotten white plum branch in the vase, but he was still watering it and was full of interest.

"Then please check it carefully."

The man in the corner stood up straight when he heard the speech and said in a panic: "you are too polite. Without you, there would be no me today. I will try my best."

At this time, a few very sad screams of collapse came from the end of the corridor.

The man's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly distinguish the gender.

What a creepy voice, but they didn't seem to hear anything in the room.

Itozo said with satisfaction, "good boy, there are not many people like you who know how to be grateful in this world..."

For example, the man in the cell would have died if it were not for his great invention. He renewed his life for the man. In return, the man should pay the price.

But he just asked the man to help him test and improve the medicine, but the man looked at himself like a devil every day.

Just want to take, do not want to pay.

Man, what a disgusting creature

Ito Zo waved his hand very spiritlessly, and the man in the corner stepped back.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated. ITO Zo frowned and took it out for a look.

It's an old-fashioned mobile phone with a sense of the times, but even so, it doesn't work smoothly.

A message came from his niece, Yingye Tong.

[... Uncle, can I add your wechat? The professor told me that the virus research room will be open for assessment soon. If there is something I don't want to ask you, it doesn't matter if it's inconvenient...]