klisemfg Chapter 121 Buying a Courtyard House
Chapter 121 Buying a Courtyard House
He spoke gently from behind Lin Fangfang:
"Fangfang, what are you thanking me for? This is what I should do. I will prove to you with my actions that I will always love you and the children, forever."
Zhao Yuan gently kissed Lin Fangfang's forehead, then turned and left the room.
Lin Fangfang watched Zhao Yuan's departing figure, her heart filled with happiness and gratitude.
She knew she had married the right person. Now, Zhaoyuan stays at home whenever he's not working and he rarely drinks. This man is her strongest support.
She knew that Zhaoyuan, the man she loved, had returned. He had always been a responsible and dependable man who would work hard for his family and give everything for his wife and children.
But the thought that she had only given birth to daughters made her lose confidence.
Lin Fangfang sat in the room in a daze for a while.
During lunch, Zhaoyuan told everyone about his trip to the capital and asked Uncle Zhong if he should go back to the capital first.
Beijing is where Uncle Zhong grew up. He hasn't been back to Beijing for almost 20 years. Now that Aunt Zhong's illness is basically cured and he has an older brother in Beijing, he's a little tempted.
Two days later, Zhaoyuan set off for the capital with Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong.
Zhao Yuan arrived at the translation bureau and began his intense and busy work.
During his time in Beijing, Zhao Yuan successfully completed all tasks thanks to his solid professional knowledge and excellent language skills.
At the same time, he also met many outstanding peers and expanded his network of contacts.
However, Zhao Yuan did not forget his wife and children at home.
Every night, he would take time to call Lin Fangfang, ask about the situation at home, and express his longing for them.
Lin Fangfang would then report to him on the family situation and the children's growth, making Zhaoyuan feel the warmth of home.
During this time, when people came to borrow money, Lin Fangfang refused, saying that she had no control over the finances and that her family only had enough for food.
After successfully completing all his tasks, Zhao Yuan went to find Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong to prepare to head home.
After Uncle Zhong and Aunt Zhong returned to Beijing, they stayed at their brother's house.
My older brother's name is Zhong Weijie, and he has always lived in his family's courtyard house.
Although the courtyard houses have weathered the test of time, they still exude a strong historical atmosphere.
However, due to years of neglect, many houses have fallen into disrepair, and some even have damaged roofs.
Nevertheless, this courtyard house holds special significance for Uncle Zhong's family because it is where they grew up, so they have never sold it.
One day, Zhaoyuan came to the Zhong family's house and knocked on the door.
Uncle Zhong heard the knocking and hurriedly came out to open the door, warmly welcoming Zhao Yuan into his home.
Upon entering, Zhao Yuan was immediately drawn to the old and weathered atmosphere of the courtyard, as if he had traveled back in time.
While showing Zhaoyuan around the courtyard house, Uncle Zhong introduced him to his older brother, Zhong Weijie.
Zhao Yuan was very curious about Zhong Weijie, and Uncle Zhong told him that his brother was not only a great cook, but also a kind and upright person.
When Zhao Yuan met Zhong Weijie, he immediately felt the other's friendliness.
Zhong Weijie warmly invited Zhaoyuan to sit down. Zhaoyuan made no attempt to hide his admiration for Uncle Zhong's culinary skills and expressed his hope to invite Zhong Weijie to Jinyang County to help out.
Uncle Zhong had already done some persuasion beforehand, so after a sumptuous meal, Zhong Weijie readily agreed to Zhao Yuan's request.
After dinner, Uncle Zhong and his family sat down together to discuss their next plans.
Uncle Zhong suggested selling the courtyard house because if no one lived there, it would soon become a ruin.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuan hurriedly intervened, stating that the courtyard house could not be sold. He knew that after the millennium, such courtyard houses would become valuable assets worth hundreds of millions, and he even planned to buy several more.
"Uncle Zhong, this is where you've lived since you were little, it would be better to keep it."
Zhao Yuan advised.
After some discussion, Uncle Zhong's family finally decided to sell it. After all, if they went to Jinyang County and came back in a few years, this place would probably have become a ruin.
"In that case, sell it to me."
Zhao Yuan spoke up.
"Zhaoyuan, why did you buy this dilapidated house? If you don't take good care of it and no one lives there, it won't be long before it becomes a ruin!"
Uncle Zhong asked, puzzled.
"Hehe, my factory will definitely be opened in Beijing in the future. I'll buy it first. If Zhaodi and Laidi can get into universities in Beijing, they can come and stay here for a while."
Zhao Yuan explained with a smile.
After discussing it, Uncle Zhong's family decided to sell the house to Zhao Yuan for 1 yuan, and they transferred the ownership to Zhao Yuan's name.
After completing the transfer of ownership, Zhao Yuan inquired about the procedures for rebuilding the house on the original site. Because of his translation bureau work permit, the procedures were completed quickly, and the house could be completely demolished and rebuilt.
Zhao Yuan then entrusted Zhong Weijie to help find a construction team, and reconstruction began after Zhou Jiefang returned to Beijing.
Zhao Yuan made a special trip to Beijing University to visit Gong Xianjin.
Then Zhao Yuan went to the Blue Whale Calligraphy and Painting Society alone. This time, he had his eye on more than one thing; he wanted to buy many things.
Just as he was hesitating, a voice came from behind him.
"Young man, you have good taste. I've been observing you for a long time, and I see that you're picking up good stuff."
Zhao Yuan looked up and saw a man who looked to be around 50 years old.
"Yes, I like them both, but I can't make up my mind. My name is Zhaoyuan, please give me some guidance."
Zhao Yuan said.
"I wouldn't call it giving pointers, but we can discuss things together. My name is Ouyang Xu, but everyone calls me Lao Ou."
Ouyang Xu said.
"Uncle Ouyang, you seem to frequent calligraphy and painting clubs."
Zhao Yuan said.
"I spend my free time browsing calligraphy and painting shops. I like them, but I can only look at them."
Ouyang Xu said.
"Then I'd like to ask Uncle Ouyang for his advice today."
Zhao Yuan said with a smile.
"Okay."
With a smile, Ouyang Xu enthusiastically introduced the calligraphy and paintings in front of him to Zhao Yuan.
He spoke eloquently and fluently, vividly explaining the stories behind each piece of calligraphy and painting, the author's style, and their artistic value.
Zhao Yuan listened with great interest, nodding in agreement from time to time.
As Ouyang Xu's explanation became more and more insightful and engaging, Zhao Yuan increasingly felt that what he said was logical and well-founded.
Impressed by Ouyang Xu's professional knowledge and unique insights, Zhao Yuan was in high spirits and began selecting items with great interest.
Before long, he had taken a liking to several paintings and calligraphy works. Not only that, but he also couldn't put down the exquisite jade thumb ring, the small and delicate snuff bottle, the elegant porcelain and the simple and rustic bronze objects placed next to him.