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When Zou Yi returned to Huaqing University, he asked Xiaoshan to go back directly, but he didn't dare to let him continue to follow. The little angel was so eye-catching.

That afternoon, Zou Yi did not stay in the library. He found a secluded place in Tsinghua Park to think quietly. The internal skills and mental methods passed down by the Hua family gave him too much touch. In addition to the traditional Chinese medicine technique, it seemed that another door was opening for him. Naturally, these valuable experiences cannot be discarded casually, and too much time must be spent to sort out and summarized.

"Yizi, where did you go? There is no one in the library dormitory. You can't play, you have not come back yet, right?"

"Is itchy skin? I can still speak in Shuqin?"

"Don't, Brother Yi, I was wrong. No matter how you look at it, you are not that kind of person, right?"

"Okay, don't argue, what's the matter?"

When he answered the phone, Zou Yi realized that it was already dark. When he saw the time, he was shocked. It was almost eight o'clock. No wonder he said that he had no Jiazi practice. It may take several years to meditate at one time, or even decades. He only thought about some problems and spent six or seven hours. He couldn't help but start to feel alert. This is a school, and it is reasonable for several hours. If he really sat for a few days, he would probably attract the attention of the entire Huaqing University.

"No, Yizi, when did we become so unfamiliar? If you have nothing to do, you can't chat with you?" Zhou Bo continued to develop his familiar skills, and he was rumored without saying a word.

Zou Yi couldn't listen anymore and interrupted: "MD, Bozi, have you gotten sick? You're talking about me if you have nothing to do, and you're going to get out of here if you have something to do. I'm hungry now."

"Hey, I'm hungry too. I ate dinner with Shuqin. That bowl is like a dish. It's not a big deal for me to add rice, but I'm so anxious. In this way, we'll talk to the big bowl restaurant at the west gate."

"Don't...don't, I'm starting to hang up my phone, okay?"

Before Zou Yi could object, the kid directly quit the phone, which made him so angry.

To be honest, Zou Yi was really unhappy to go out for dinner with Zhou Bo alone. This guy was just a bucket of food. Once he went to a restaurant for dinner, he was stunned by the boss's wife. When he finally checked the bill, the boss's wife was also a honest person and actually calculated the meal money alone. In fact, when he went to such a small restaurant, rice was basically two yuan per person. He was full. It was because this guy was too good to eat, so he saw that the rice cooker sank a lot. The key was that Zou Yi treats to the restaurant, and he was so ashamed that he was staring at him in the restaurant, looking at him with all eyes, sympathetic, contemptuous, and curious, and treating him as those who pretended to be prosthetics on the street to beg for money.

"Damn, Bozi, don't you take such a waiter?"

What made Zou Yi laugh and cry was that when he walked into the restaurant, Zhou Bo actually ate and moved by himself. Seeing the six or seven dishes neatly placed on the table, I felt that this guy was calling in the restaurant.

"Well... I'm so hungry, eat quickly, it will be cold if I don't eat vegetables." Zhou Bo said vaguely, and the rice squirting out of his mouth made Zou Yi feel nauseated.

Frowning and calling the boss over, Zou Yi still ordered a rice drizzle. The dishes on this table looked tempting, but when the guy squirted, he couldn't eat them.

"I said Yizi, where did you go last night? Don't, don't look at me like this. This is not what I want to ask. It's because your family Zhilan is embarrassed to ask, let me pass the message." After swallowing a big mouthful of the meal, Zhou Bo said with a wicked smile on his face.

"Why? You are still a double-faced spy now?" Zou Yi joked.

"What spy, what is our relationship? Even if you are outside Yizi, you are the one outside, can I still betray you?"

"Get out, just open your mouth, you can tell that there is nothing you don't have." Zou Yi smiled and scolded.

After dinner, Zhou Bo lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said, "Yi Zi, the old man called me today and said he wanted to give me five million and let me think about doing something by myself."

"This is a good thing. With your personality, you will definitely have no future in your career. Since you have this foundation, you should grasp it well." Zou Yi nodded and responded.

"Things are good things, but just my mind is so bad. What good ideas can I come up with? I won't ask you to come over to help me think about it," Zhou Bo said with a shy face.

Zou Yi was stunned and said in confusion: "What does this have to do with me?"

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, Zhou Bo said flatteringly: "Hey, Yizi, your head is fast and your knowledge is wider than mine. Can't this fall on you?"

Zou Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't put this hat on my head. I really can't help you in this matter. If you don't look for a ready-made person like Huazi in front of you, it's useless to find me."

"I am not happy to do his business. No matter what, this business will be my own industry in the future, and I don't want to make it messy."

Zhou Bo actually had some thoughts in his mind. He went to Ren Shuqin's house on New Year's Day and found that the other party was also a big family. Not to mention that there were still assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Of course, it was inferior to the Zhou family. But after all, it was the Zhou family, not Zhou Bo's own. Moreover, the Zhou family's industries involved the entertainment industry. These industries are the easiest to be criticized and cannot be promoted. Therefore, after returning from Ren Shuqin's family, he had a thought in his mind, thinking that in the future, he would at least have to be a good match, so that the Ren family would willingly marry Ren Shuqin.

Zou Yi did not agree with his view of him and shook his head and said, "Bozi, first of all, your idea is incorrect. There are three hundred and sixty lines, and each line has the necessity of its existence. Don't underestimate the entertainment industry. In ancient times, it was the best place for intelligence collection. Even the royal family opened official yards such as Qinglou Courtyard to inquire about intelligence and understand people's livelihood."

"Hey, I don't despise this industry either. I just feel that this kind of money is not technical and unsatisfactory," Zhou Bo explained awkwardly.

"Then what kind of thing do you want to do? Now the competition in all walks of life is very fierce. If you throw the five million in it, you may not even have a splash."

Zhou Bo also said distressedly: "I don't know. I am learning architecture, but the five million are too small. Not to mention high-rise buildings, even a single courtyard is not enough. I really can't come up with any good ideas."

“That’s it”

Zou Bo thought for a while and continued, "Five million is a little less, but as long as you don't make a big splash, it's enough to do some small business. Bozi, how much do you know about the real estate development industry in Beijing today?"

"I am quite familiar with this area. I learn about architecture, so I usually pay more attention to this information. If you want to say that the real estate in Beijing is much deserted compared to previous years, and the housing prices are still high. In addition, the country has vigorously promoted the affordable housing policy, many people have given up commercial and residential housing with superior facilities and conditions, and chose affordable housing at the second best. In this way, many developers are struggling because they cannot get back their funds."

"Of course, the real estate market has not fallen to the end. After all, Beijing is a metropolis, a cultural center, with a large population of migrant workers, and there is still a gap in the urgent need for commercial and residential housing. The key is that this gap is small, there are many real estate projects, and developers do not want to sell at a low price. Therefore, the real estate market in Beijing is basically in a cold war between buying and selling, and it depends on who can endure it."
Chapter completed!