Chapter 5: : I have no money, so I can only sell memories.

Tang Dao copied a plate of fried potatoes with tomatoes and added some leftovers to eat. As soon as his **** was on the bench, he heard a knock on the door.

He put down his chopsticks suspiciously, fastened the belt again, and went to open the door.

"Officer Smith?" Tang Dao's tone was a little surprised, but then he felt a sudden shock in his heart, his right hand trembled slightly, but he hid it well.

Could it be that something happened to me?

Smith was also observing Tang Dao. From his eyes and body, although the latter tried his best to conceal it, the old Jianghu is an old Jianghu after all, and he still found some clues at this glance, but he still said calmly, "Please don't invite me in and sit down." ?"

"Oh, the house is a bit messy, as long as you don't dislike it."

Tang Dao kicked the rotten basketball on the side of the door under the bed, rolled up the underwear hanging on the armchair and put it in his pocket, which was a bit embarrassing.

Smith smiled gently, looked at the food on the table, his face froze, "Is this all you eat?"

"I have a small appetite, so I can eat whatever I want." Tang Dao touched his nose in embarrassment.

"You can come and live with us, Beckina will definitely like you."

This topic has been discussed many times. After the death of his parents, Smith "tried his best" to help him. If it weren't for his help, I'm afraid it would be really difficult for him to get through the trough, but Tang Dao didn't want to trouble the other party too much. For others, it is better to sing and die than to live under the fence of others.

Slightly restraining his expression, Tang Dao looked at Smith's hopeful eyes from the corner of his eye, and shook his head slightly. The other party's eyes were obviously darkened, and a smile was forced out of the corner of his mouth, and he was the first to rob him, "I want to sell the house here. Yes, I intend to leave Warsaw."

The news was like a bolt from the blue, and Smith was stunned. After he realized it, he shook his hands exaggeratedly, very anxious, "Why? Don, you want to sell the house? Where are you going?"

"I want to go to America to finish my studies." Tang Dao panicked.

"If you want to go to school, I can fully support you..." Smith blurted out, but in the end, his voice gradually deepened. He has worked in the police station for 20 years. According to the salary scale, he can receive 4,100 zlotys a month , about 1,100 U.S. dollars, which is already a mid-to-high salary in Poland, where the finances are almost collapsed.

But the money is obviously not enough to support Tang Dao to study again. Moreover, his wife who is of Russian descent will not agree to such an absurd decision, and will teach him what it means to be smart with one punch.

"I have already made up my mind. My classmates in the United States have already connected me with a tutoring job. I can work while studying, so don't worry too much about me."

An inspiring arms dealer who was going to cheat the old man said that he wanted to be a tutor...

It's a strange feeling.

However, Smith didn't know, he just sighed, patted Tang Dao on the shoulder, helped him straighten his neckline, but said in a deep voice, "There was a murder on Conway Street, the man almost died, His father has something to do with it, and the director has asked to speed up the case, I think... the murderer will be caught in a short time, but you have to be careful."

He finished speaking in one breath, looking at Tang Dao's face, some memories flashed across his wrinkled cheeks, took out a stack of zlotys from his police uniform, put them on the table, opened the door and left , This back view makes the tip of the nose sore.

boom!

When the door was slammed shut, Tang Dao raised his head and let out a breath. Smith's words just now were intended for him to hear. He was obviously convinced that the murderer was him, but between the law and his friend's son, he chose the latter. , betrayed his own beliefs.

Most importantly, the other party is also telling himself that the police station takes this matter very seriously, so hurry up!

Sitting at the dining table again, the sautéed tomatoes with some chili peppers also became dull. After washing the dishes, Tang Dao picked up the newspaper and read the international news. The time was up before he knew it, and the sound rang punctually. There was a knock on the door, he put down the newspaper and went to open the door. Outside the door stood a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, combing his hair back, with a mole on the corner of his mouth, and a scent on his body. This was obviously done. dress up.

"Mr. Tang? Hello, I'm Loki who made an appointment with you." The other party stretched out his hand and said politely, Tang Dao shook his hand, and pointed to the house, "This is the house, you can see for yourself."

Loki also found that he didn't have much interest in talking, so naturally he wouldn't be foolish enough to make trouble. He carried a briefcase and looked around a few times. After asking some basic questions, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Mr. Tang, our Glente agency has two options. One, we will help you hang it at the door of the agency. As long as someone wants it, we will take him to see the house, but we charge a 2% handling fee." Rocky stretched out With a finger, after glancing at Tangdao, he paused and continued, "The second plan is that our agency will take it back, and we are willing to pay 17,000 US dollars for this house."

The first option took too long, and Tang Dao couldn't afford to wait.

The second type, $17,000?

Falk!

This amount of money was far lower than what he had in mind.

"For $30,000, I'll sell the house to you." Seeing that Loki opened his mouth to speak, Tang Dao pushed forward, "I've already contacted another Angie agency, and he is willing to pay back at a high price. The Swa River is very close."

Tang Dao is not lying. He did make this call. All eggs cannot be put in the same basket. Of course, the other party did not express such eagerness, but was very interested in this house.

Sure enough, Rocky was anxious when he heard it. He hasn’t billed this month. Although the house is a bit old, it has an excellent location. After 90 years, there was a wave of immigration in Poland, and many Asians came to this country. Those people are very rich. Rocky used 17,000 US dollars just to cheat them, and the real estate agent is very treacherous. Even with $30,000, Glenn's agency can still make a profit. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com

Although the financial crisis is pervasive, don't underestimate the base and...stupidity of the rich.

"$25,000..."

"30,000 dollars!"

Tang Dao just insisted on not letting go, Loki hated his teeth itching, but in the end seeing that he refused to eat, he could only stomp his feet angrily, "Deal."

"We're going to transfer the property right now. The real estate bureau hasn't closed yet. After the registration is completed, the money will be transferred to your card. By the way, do you have a bank card?" Rocky showed a certain degree of professionalism.

"There's a card from the National Bank of Poland."

"That's fine, let's go."

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There were not many people in the real estate bureau to handle the business, and Luo Ji was obviously a frequent visitor here, and he finished all the business in about half an hour, in fact, he just signed his name.

"OK, Mr. Tang, according to the contract agreement, you need to move out in the middle of this month." Rocky said with a smile after handing him a copy of the document.

"En." Tang Dao nodded.

"It's a pleasant cooperation. You can contact Glent's real estate agency next time if you need it. I will take my leave first."

After the two shook hands, they parted ways at the intersection. In just one afternoon, the house was gone, and there was only an extra thirty thousand dollars from Kari. It was impossible to say that they were not lost in their hearts. After all, the Tang family lived in this place. Three generations.

He still remembers that his grandfather likes to lie on the rattan chair on the balcony and smoke dry cigarettes, looking into the distance alone. When he was dying of illness, he held Tang Dao's hand and shouted intermittently but almost in despair, "Go home! Go back to my hometown !"

The corners of the eyes, which are full of traces of time, are full of longing and sadness.

He also remembers his childhood in the 90-square-meter house.

It turned out that without money.

These memories also have a price.

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