C577 Five Hundred Thousand Yuan Is Not Negotiable
C577 Five Hundred Thousand Yuan Is Not Negotiable
More importantly, what kind of status and position did he have? He simply did not have the qualifications to suppress him!
To put it bluntly, Qin Lang did not care about that at all.
"Alright. Mr. Qin, I won't disturb you any longer. But regarding the matter of the house, Mr. Qin, can you save one for me?" Lee Xue suddenly returned to the original topic.
"I thought you were joking." Qin Lang was also a little surprised. Did she really want to buy it?
"I'm not joking. I'm not joking. I really want to buy a set, but I have to go back and borrow some money. We are not that rich in our line of work." Lee Xue smiled bitterly.
"Okay, I will keep it for you." Qin Lang agreed.
"Can I take a photo?" Lee Xue asked.
"Of course." Qin Lang was not worried that anyone would see what was going on here.
Because it was supposed to be shown to outsiders. Otherwise, who would buy a house?
"Mr. Qin, please save one for me as well, one set..." Zhang Dahai also quickly came up and said.
"No problem, we are friends now." Qin Lang smiled.
Lee Xue and Zhang Dahai were very excited when they heard this. It was a very honorable thing to say the word 'friend' from Qin Lang's mouth.
"How is it?" Zhong Jiuzhen smiled.
"Sigh, Elder Zhong is actually very normal. If I had Mr. Qin's strength, the world would have long been peaceful." Lee Xue sighed.
After sending Lee Xue off, Chang Zichong came again.
"Brother Lang, your neighborhood?" Chang Zichong was originally going to report some things about the Yanjing Martial Art Alliance, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong. They were sitting on top of a mountain in winter and chatting. Why didn't they feel a trace of coldness?
This place was a little magical.
"500,000 yuan per square meter." Qin Lang said calmly.
Chang Zichong was speechless when he heard this, but soon, he had a plan in his mind. His rich second generation friends were like Jiang Zhiqing.
After Chang Zichong left, just as Qin Lang was about to return to his room, Leng Qianqiu called him.
"Brother Qin, I can't find you at Qianqiu Villa. What do you think? Are you uncomfortable staying here?"
Qin Lang frowned. This morning, his place was really lively!
Ten minutes later, the car door opened, and Leng Qianqiu and his daughter walked out.
"Brother, Chunyu has caught a cold recently. Do you want to take a look?" Leng Qianqiu asked.
Qin Lang took Leng Chunyu's pulse. Now he was more familiar with the pulse. From the pulse, he could tell that Leng Chunyu had no problems. She just had a normal cold.
Leng Qianqiu was still too worried about his daughter.
Leng Qianqiu's deeply furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. As soon as Qin Lang opened his mouth, his worry disappeared without a trace.
"Brother? This neighborhood?"
As Leng Qianqiu spoke, he suddenly saw Leng Chunyu holding a beautiful flower in her hand. His eyes inadvertently widened.
"500,000 yuan per square meter..." Qin Lang's current expression was like a profiteer, even his friends and old friends were worth 500,000 yuan.
In Qin Lang's eyes, 500,000 yuan was not expensive at all. The climate was closely related to the health of the human body, and it could adjust the four seasons in the community. You should go and estimate the value.
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While there were many guests, Lu Meichen called Qin Lang a dozen times in a row.
A delicate and helpless feeling arose spontaneously.
Qin Lang felt a little pity for Lu Meichen. He also felt that she was self-reliant, so he sent her a location.
Five minutes later, the Porsche stopped in Fudong Mansion. Lu Meichen, who had lost her soul, got out of the car.
"Mr. Qin, help me quickly. Young Master Lin's condition is very serious..."
Lu Meichen looked like she had been hit hard. In fact, she was also very weak. Her career was about to be destroyed and she could not control her own life. That Young Master Lin was probably someone very important to Lu Meichen.
Qin Lang could not stand it anymore. Lu Meichen was the kind that people sympathized with.
She was in a trance. Qin Lang was worried that something would happen to her. He nodded and went with Lu Meichen to find that Young Master Lin.
After entering the Porsche, Lu Meichen was flustered. She did not start the car for half a minute.
Qin Lang could not look and moved her to the front passenger seat. Then he sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
After asking for the address, the car dashed out with a bang and went straight to the Northern Water Sanatorium thirty kilometers away.
Along the way, Lu Meichen lost her liveliness and smile. She just pulled her seatbelt tightly and stared blankly ahead.
Without a doubt, that 'Young Master Lin' was very important to her.
"Don't worry, he will be fine."
Qin Lang stepped on the accelerator as he comforted Lu Meichen, "As long as he still has a breath left, I will save him."
Lu Meichen's pretty face turned red when she heard Qin Lang's words. She looked at Qin Lang gratefully. "Qin Lang, thank you."
Qin Lang said indifferently, "I can see that he is very important to you. Who is he?"
Lu Meichen trusted Qin Lang very much, so when she heard his curiosity, she did not hesitate to tell him.
That Young Master Lin was called Lin Shaoxiong. He was a core member of the Ming Hall and was once one of the few experts in the Ming Hall. He had contributed a lot to the Ming Hall.
More than 20 years ago, he rescued the young Lu Meichen who was kidnapped. He saved her from the hands of the militants with one sword.
It was also more than 20 years ago. He had escorted Lady Hall Master back to the Ming Hall to visit her relatives. He had been attacked by a powerful enemy. He had blocked the arrows for her and had been poisoned.
In the end, although he survived, his legs were unable to stand up. His hands and tendons were also seriously injured, and he could only spend the latter half of his life in a wheelchair.
For his safety, the Ming Hall sent him back to Yanjing to recuperate.
This treatment lasted for twenty years.
During these twenty years, not only did Lin Shaoxiong gradually become depressed, it also made him like drinking his life. Although there were many visitors, his heart was almost dead.
To Lin Shaoxiong, it was better to die than to be unable to stand up and hold a sword. Fortunately, Lu Meichen had encouraged him all these years. Otherwise, he would have committed suicide a long time ago.
Seeing that he had lost his value to the Ming Hall, Lin Shaoxiong's former enemies gradually became arrogant, shouting that they would personally kill him to pay with their blood.
Therefore, in these few years, many powers had infiltrated the Yanjing and wanted to take his head as a sacrifice.
After all, no matter how useless Lin Shaoxiong was, he was still a descendant of the Ming Hall. He was once one of the four great experts of the Ming Hall, so killing him was of great significance.
"This year, Young Master Lin has been attacked five times. I'm really afraid that he won't be able to hold on one day." Lu Meichen smiled bitterly.
"I admire Young Master Lin very much because he saved the young me, but my wings are too small. One day, I won't be able to protect him."
As she spoke, Lu Meichen's tears flowed down and wet her chest.
Qin Lang was expressionless. His heart slightly moved. Lin Shaxiong was Lu Meichen's savior when she was young. Lu Meichen had returned the favor when she grew up. She had always protected the crippled Lin Shaoxiong like this. This girl knew how to repay kindness more than many men.
Qin Lang then changed his attitude and slightly gestured for Lu Meichen to continue.