"Master's house, there is a person outside who says his name is Dai Yulian and he is from Club No. 33."

Jin Chunhe entered the room and said with a somewhat surprised expression.

Normally, if anyone wanted to come, Chen Huaiqing or Liu Xinran would tell Jin Chunhe in advance. It was the first time that they came to the door rashly like today.

Chen Huaiqing didn't take guests home very often, unless they were people with whom he was very close.

For example, someone like Xiao Weidong.

As for who will stay overnight, that is even more impossible.

It's not good for outsiders to stay overnight, just arrange to stay in the Shengshi Hotel.

Chen Huaiqing was also surprised: "Bring her in."

Dai Yulian followed Jin Chunhe and was not surprised at all that Chen Huaiqing lived in such a big courtyard.

Entering the inner courtyard, I saw Chen Huaiqing sitting under the tree. The old tree was growing new leaves and was full of green.

"Hi boss!"

Chen Huaiqing nodded gently and pointed to the wicker chair: "Sit."

Dai Yulian straightened her skirt and sat down on the wicker chair, looking at the yard. It was obvious that the yard had been renovated.

Dai Yulian has lived in the capital for a long time. When she was young, she also lived in a courtyard house.

There are just a few families crowded into one courtyard.

Living there is extremely inconvenient.

At night, you have to prepare a potty in the house and empty it in the morning.

Even now, there are many families who are prepared for it!

There's no way, it's just the living conditions.

Unexpectedly, the renovated courtyard house looks quite interesting. Perhaps, this is what a courtyard house should look like.

Now in Beijing, if you want to improve your living conditions, you can naturally move into public rental housing.

But public rental housing does not mean that you can rent it casually.

In the past, if you wanted to rent, you had to find connections.

There is no way, this will happen when supply is less than demand.

If it is on the market, prices will rise.

But the rent of public rental housing will not be affected by market demand. Even if the pension fund company increases the price, it will increase with the inflation rate and will not increase randomly.

Now it’s no longer possible to find connections to rent a house.

With the advancement of technology, especially the opening of the Internet, the leasing of public rental housing has been taken back from the community property management.

If you want to rent public housing, you have to register at the pension fund company's office.

In cities, pension fund companies have offices in various districts.

Tell the staff that you want to live in that area, and then match them in the system.

If there is a suitable vacancy, you can view the property.

The office can also handle some other business, but there is no need to go to the lobby of the pension fund company in the city to handle business.

The information management system of pension fund companies has become increasingly better after constant updates and iterations over the years.

At least in terms of management, it has become more convenient with the help of the Internet.

Chen Huaiqing: "Why did you come here so suddenly?"

Dai Yulian opened her handbag: "There is something I want to report to you. I originally called Mituo Investment, but Secretary Wang said that you have gone home. So I took the liberty to come over."

Dai Yulian said and explained again.

Chen Huaiqing watched as Dai Yulian took out the wrapped paper and several photos from her bag.

"Boss, I think there is something that might interest you."

Chen Huaiqing raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Dai Yulian spread out the photos and paper: "This is an archaeological discovery from an ancient tomb in the Western Han Dynasty."

Chen Huaiqing stretched out his hand and fiddled with it, wondering: "What's the problem with this?"

Jin Chunhe came with tea and turned a blind eye to the things on the table. She had no interest in asking about anything about the host's family.

When Jin Chunhe is in the Chen family, he just works hard and does his own thing well.

For others, don’t look at it, don’t talk about it, and don’t ask about it.

Dai Yulian glanced at Jin Chunhe and saw that Chen Huaiqing didn't make any move and didn't say anything.

Just now, she felt that in the Chen family, the rules were quite strict.

When she came in, she saw many people in the courtyard.

But why was it only Jin Chunhe who brought tea?

She had heard before that he was called the Golden Butler.

housekeeper!

Not just anyone can do this, it must be someone the host family absolutely trusts.

Dai Yulian placed a photo and a piece of paper together: "This is a map."

Chen Huaiqing took a serious look at it. The map was really abstract.

I can't tell where it is at all.

Of course, I couldn't tell that, and Chen Huaiqing didn't think it had anything to do with it. It was just a trivial matter.

Dai Yulian pointed to another photo and paper and said: "This is the epitaph of the tomb owner."

The writing on the paper looks like small seal characters.

Chen Huaiqing was pretty good at recognizing that this was Xiaozhuan. As for what was written, Chen Huaiqing was not able to figure it out.

"So, what does this epitaph say?"

Dai Yulian: "The identity of the tomb owner cannot be verified, but the epitaph describes an extremely weird small country, and this small country is not included in historical records."

Weird, not yet recorded in history?

Isn't this a little strange?

There are a lot of historical materials in ancient China, and there are all kinds of records.

Normal records, as well as various strange records and the like.

"eccentric?"

Dai Yulian: "It is described in the epitaph that the people of this small country are strong enough to withstand great odds; those who live long can live for two hundred years."

Thirty kilograms is a jun, and a thousand jun is equal to thirty thousand kilograms.

So this must be an exaggeration, but one thing is for sure, the people there must be quite strong.

As for longevity to 200 years old...

Chen Huaiqing pinched his chin. There are indeed records in history of some people who lived a long life, such as Peng Zu, but the legend of Peng Zu is really old.

In modern times, there was a man named Li Qingyuan who lived for 256 years and died in 1933.

true and false?

To be honest, at first glance, I thought this must be fake.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems possible.

After all, there are many people who live for more than a hundred, twenty or thirty years.

There are many centenarians.

In this case, living to be two hundred years old seems to be acceptable.

There are people who live to this age. Chen Huaiqing said that he believes in it but does not pursue it.

There was no other way. Chen Huaiqing felt that God had blessed him to be able to live to be over 100. If it was too long, he would not dare to think about it.

"Isn't this the tomb owner writing blindly?"

Wait, who would write blindly on their own epitaph?

He is about to die, so naturally he hopes to leave something behind, at least to make a summary of his life.

Isn’t that what epitaphs do?

Dai Yulian: "I also think that the tomb owner may be writing blindly. But what if it is true?"

Chen Huaiqing: "So?"

"Why don't I come and report to the boss now? Let's see what you say, boss!"

As the richest man in China, doesn’t Chen Huaiqing have any ideas?
Chapter completed!