In Xu Ding's house, the sofa is probably the most comfortable. Cheng Ke slept on the sofa for several days, but he actually felt more secure than when he was at home.
Maybe it's because he's not at home, after all, he slept soundly on the table in McDonald's before.
He sat on the sofa, rubbed his face, glanced over to the bedroom, and found that there was no one on the bed, and Xu Ding's luggage had been taken away.
"Xu Ding!" he shouted.
After confirming that Xu Ding was indeed not in the room, he stood up and stretched before walking slowly into the bathroom.
There was nothing in the bathroom before. After all, no one lives in this house. Usually, it is only cleaned during the hour. It is true that there are a lot of things to buy.
He rarely buys daily necessities. Usually, his mother will ask him to replace them after they are used up. He does not know what they are using and what they are replacing, and there is no difference in the sense of use.
This time, when I entered the supermarket myself, I picked a large bottle and a variety of stockpiles, which seemed more cost-effective.
Looking at it now, it's no wonder that Xu Ding has to ask a special question, it's a bit baffling, I hope it doesn't make Xu Ding feel that he has to stay here and not leave.
Cheng Ke looked at the time on his mobile phone, called the agency, and made an appointment to meet in an hour to see the house.
Next, he has to eat breakfast first. He didn't eat last night. He was really hungry now, but even if he was so hungry, he didn't know what he wanted to eat.
Going out and walking back and forth along the street at the entrance of the community, he finally walked into a small pizza shop.
Ordered a coffee and a seafood pizza.
He rarely eats breakfast outside. In his memory, after getting up every morning, there will be a neatly arranged breakfast in the restaurant, which is basically the same for half a month.
But they are not his favorites. Even if they are not heavy, they are still mainly Western food. He thinks that he actually prefers soy milk fritters and tofu brain.
Cheng Ke looked at the coffee and pizza in front of him, and didn't quite understand why he ended up eating these things.
The agent drove the car to him on time: "Mr. Cheng, right? I'm the agent Xiao Zhang."
"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.
Xiao Zhang looked at him up and down: "Get in the car, I'll show you. There are three houses, you can pick one."
"Thank you." Cheng Ke got into the car.
There was a smell on the car, which was theoretically a scent, but because it was too strong, Cheng Ke could almost smell the smell of alcohol, so he opened the car window a crack.
For him, the first feeling of leaving the waste at home is to travel.
"I asked you about your psychological price before," Xiao Zhang said while driving, "Do you have a general idea? The prices of the three houses today are different. If you want an estimate, let's start with the house closest to your request. start."
"No," Cheng Ke replied very honestly, "I only have requirements for the house."
"...Okay," Xiao Zhang nodded, "then what are your requirements for the house?"
"It's bigger, it's cleaner, and the traffic is more convenient," Cheng Ke said. "The environment of the community is better."
"Then the price is not low." Xiao Zhang said.
"Well." Cheng Ke responded.
He really wanted to tell Xiao Zhang that he had no idea about renting a house, and he had no idea what kind of house was roughly at what price.
The first house is a two-bedroom. The environment and traffic of the community are not bad. If you don't go into the house, you will feel uncomfortable. The distance between the buildings is too small. He can see the color of the pillows in the opposite bedroom from the window... .
And the house is not too new, the walls are still wallpaper, he likes big white walls.
"How is it?" Xiao Zhang asked, "This house should almost suit yours..."
"Is there a newer house than this?" Cheng Ke asked.
"It's only been two years since the landlord got the keys," Xiao Zhang said. "If you think it's old, then it's almost a new house."
"Well," Cheng Ke walked towards the door, "then go and see the new house."
"Okay," Xiao Zhang slapped his hand, "what does Mr. Cheng do?"
Cheng Ke didn't speak, feeling that he didn't know how to answer for a moment. He had never been asked such a question before.
He usually interacts most with those alcoholic and meaty friends. Even if they bring new ones, they won't ask each other about them. Not all of them are idlers like him, but no one has any specific job.
He hesitated for a few seconds and chose silence.
"I don't mean anything else, Mr. Cheng," Xiao Zhang said while taking him downstairs. "I'm asking this mainly because of the landlord's requirements. For this new house, the landlord has a lot of requirements for the tenants."
"Oh," Cheng Ke thought for a while, and could only report the only "job" he could do, "sand painting."
"Selling sofas?" Xiao Zhang asked.
"Sand painting," Cheng Ke explained, "is to paint with sand."
"Oh! Sand painting! I know I know!" Xiao Zhang Yitong nodded, "Then you are an artist, sand painting is really awesome."
Cheng Ke smiled and said nothing.
"It's a pity," Xiao Zhang said. "It's gone after a long time of painting."
"Well," Cheng Ke got into the car and changed the subject, "what else does the landlord ask for?"
"I have a serious job," Xiao Zhang said. "I love cleanliness, and I live a regular life. I don't take people home casually, and I don't rent it to couples. It's okay to get married, but not to have children."
"...Oh, I'm single." Cheng Ke didn't know if these requirements were very unique, but he should have met them.
When he saw the house, Cheng Ke felt relieved, and he didn't need to run the third set.
The house is on the top floor, with a terrace facing the garden of the community. The decoration is also very simple, with wooden floors and white walls, and simple furniture.
The only thing that made Cheng Ke a little uncomfortable was that this house was only two blocks away from where he rolled in the trash can and was stabbed a few days ago.
Finding him a little hesitant, Xiao Zhang Yitong recommended it. There are all kinds of shopping malls and supermarkets in the bustling area. The nightlife is also rich, and the restaurants, bars and nightclubs are all available.
"Not to mention the traffic, the subway entrance is right next to it, and there are many bus lines. If they all enter the station, they can block the road," Xiao Zhang said. "Wherever you want to go..."
"That's it." Cheng Ke interrupted Xiao Zhang's words, and Xiao Zhang never stopped talking all the way, so much that he could hardly bear it anymore.
"That's fine, I'll tell you the specifics," Xiao Zhang continued in a series of words, "If you need new furniture, new appliances, etc., you need to discuss with the landlord in advance, you can't keep small animals, you can't change the lock yourself, things are broken. If you can’t fix it yourself, you have to tell the landlord…”
Cheng Ke felt that his head was heavy, and he couldn't hear what Xiao Zhang was saying when he sat on the sofa. He didn't know whether Xiao Zhang was too annoying or the landlord was too long-winded. Three for one" concluded the introduction.
"What is three pay one bet?" Cheng Ke asked.
"... Deposit three months' rent, and then pay the rent once a month." Xiao Zhang explained.
"Oh," Cheng Ke thought for a while, "I'll just pay for a few months or half a year."
"No, the landlord requires monthly payment." Xiao Zhang said.
"Why?" Cheng Ke was stunned.
"It's convenient to increase the rent," Xiao Zhang answered honestly, "or it's easier to deal with it if you don't want to rent."
"...Oh." Cheng Ke was still a little confused.
Jiang Yuduo leaned against the window with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the cards in Lu Qian's hand. Lu Qian touched the cards on her right hand one by one and didn't decide which one to play.
In the end, he took Zhang Erwan and wanted to throw it away, but Jiang Yuduo kicked the back of her chair: "Send money."
"No, the third one, what do you mean?" Brother Liu, Lucy's next servant, patted the table very unhappily, "Shut up if you want, or come up and fight yourself, and command a fart here!"
"I'm going to fight. Your house has lost to me more than 80 times." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Do you understand, a real gentleman, watching chess without speaking?" Brother Liu glared at him.
"It's just a gamble, don't talk about yourself so elegantly." Jiang Yuduo smiled.
"Hey, that's right! You know it's gambling!" Brother Liu shouted.
"Okay, okay," Lu Qian patted Brother Liu on the shoulder, turned around and waved at Jiang Yuduo, "don't follow the command here, go outside."
"Let's go," Jiang Yuduo stretched, walked to the door, and threw a pack of cigarettes at Brother Liu's hand when he passed by, "Brother Liu made a fortune."
"You brat, it's always like this!" Brother Liu put the cigarette in his pocket.
"Then do you want me to coax you?" Jiang Yuduo stretched out his hand, "If you don't want me to coax you, just pay me back."
"Wander outside!" Brother Liu patted the table.
Jiang Yuduo smiled and opened the door and walked out.
He usually doesn't like to watch Lucy play poker. He has not made any progress after playing poker for so many years. He is a complete boy with loose money.
Today, he should have gone to Building 1 for a walk. That day, the family on the second floor cried and asked to pay the rent one month later, saying that he really had no money. Jiang Yuduo agreed, but he still had to walk around today as a warning. .
In fact, according to his habit, he would not agree to delay for another month. He felt that he was probably not very sympathetic. When he saw this kind of people struggling on the line of survival, he sometimes felt annoyed.
It is also Xu Shi that reminds him of the past, who is more miserable than who, and there will always be someone who is more miserable than you in a way you can't think of.
But this is Lucy's house, so we have to follow Lucy's ideas. Lucy is a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted person. Someone owed eight months' rent before and finally didn't pay it. When he ran away, he carried the table away. Lucy After three days of scolding, every word was cut to the ground, but if someone wanted to owe rent, she would usually give grace.
When he was stubborn, Lucy threw all the work to him like a bully, as if she was afraid that he would not be exhausted to death, but in the end she didn't drive him away, and gave him back. money…
The ringing of the mobile phone interrupted Jiang Yuduo's memory. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number. He subconsciously looked around, then turned his back to a wall, and then picked it up. Telephone.
"Mr. Jiang?" came a male voice over there.
"Who?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"I'm Xiao Zhang, an agent. You came to us to register the house before," Xiao Zhang said. "Would it be convenient for you to come here? There is a suitable tenant here. Would it be convenient for you to come and sign the contract?"
"Tomorrow." Jiang Yuduo said.
"That's right, this tenant is in a hurry. I want to stay tonight. It's quite rare to have such a simple tenant," Xiao Zhang said, "You see that you have a lot of requirements, and the price is not high. Just press and agree..."
Jiang Yuduo frowned: "Does this person meet the requirements?"
"Artist, single, looking very clean," Xiao Zhang said, "a gentleman in his twenties."
Jiang Yuduo continued to frown, man? Are you in such a hurry to live in? Are you going to sign a contract now? Can't wait for tomorrow? Sounds like a problem.
"Mr. Jiang?" Xiao Zhang called him over there.
"Okay, wait, I'll go over now." Jiang Yuduo hung up the phone and dialed Chen Qing again, "Do you have a car now? Come and take me to my sister's new house."
"Yes, it's just a Cayenne, isn't it big enough?" Chen Qing said, "Should I get a truck?"
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak. Before yelling at Chen Qing, he tried hard to understand the meaning of Chen Qing's two sentences, but he failed in the end.
He tried to control his tone and keep his voice calm: "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Can't you bring your luggage when you're moving? There's a bunch of stuff, and the Cayenne can't put it down." Chen Qing said.
Jiang Yuduo had the urge to grab a random person from the street to have a meal. He gritted his teeth: "No, come here first, then open the Cayenne, I'm downstairs in the card room."
"Okay." Chen Qing said simply, "I'll be there soon."
A fast Cayenne quickly turned from the intersection and stopped beside Jiang Yuduo.
Before Chen Qing could open the car door, Jiang Yuduo rushed over and opened the door of the cab, grabbed Chen Qing's arm and slapped him on the back a few times.
"What house are you moving?" Jiang Yuduo roared against his ear, "What car are you driving! Go to the moving company to work!"
"Damn it!" Chen Qing covered her ears, "You said to go to Sister Qian's new house! Let me drive here! Didn't you say that when you moved last time!"
"Go and sign the rental contract!" Jiang Yuduo pulled his hand away and shouted again.
"Understood," Chen Qing leaned on the steering wheel, digging his fingers in his ears, "Third brother, give me a way to survive."
"Give me a way to live," Jiang Yuduo got into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and sighed while fasting his seat belt, "This day, life is like a time and space interlaced, and nothing can match the channel. ."
"Is the house rented out?" Chen Qing drove out the car.
"Well," Jiang Yuduo lit a cigarette, "says he is an artist."
"That should be quite rich," Chen Qing nodded, "I won't owe rent."
Jiang Yuduo did not speak.
"Not necessarily," Chen Qing thought for a while, "You said that Jaeger-LeCoultre is so well-dressed, wearing a watch worth hundreds of thousands, and even taking out the trash can, is it a performance art?"
"Shut up and look at the lights." Jiang Yuduo turned on the radio and turned up the volume.
Chen Qing probably couldn't get out of the cognition that Cheng Ke was a homeless man who picked up garbage, and Jiang Yuduo panicked for Cheng Ke.
Thinking of Cheng Ke, he is a little confused, what is this person doing
Recently, I haven't noticed that anyone is following me. The only suspicious person is Cheng Ke, but Cheng Ke doesn't look like someone who can do anything.
Are all thugs now popular with high-quality fools and handsome guys
However, the one who is renting now is even more suspicious than Cheng Ke.
Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at Chen Qing: "Is there anything going on here recently?"
"No," Chen Qing shook his head, "It's quite calm, it's all a little bit of shit. It's just that Zhang Daqi hasn't given the money to the dog, and the dog is depressed every day."
"I'll go there tomorrow," Jiang Yuduo said. "The dog is not very promising. Three thousand yuan can get you insomnia for a month."
"Can that be the same as you? How much money do you have on hand? How much money does he have on hand? He is used to it at home, you..." Chen Qing swallowed, "I'll go tomorrow, it's not appropriate for you to go, Zhang Daqi's style is not worthy of you to go in person."
Jiang Yuduo responded, didn't speak any more, turned his head and looked out the window.
"How long will it take to arrive?" Cheng Ke sat on the sofa and boredly turned on the phone, then turned off the screen, and then turned on...
His mobile phone was empty, not even a small game to pass the time, but the old mobile phone was similar. In addition to answering calls, his mobile phone occasionally made payments, and he had no sense of existence at other times.
After all, there are not many times when I am in a daze with a stranger like now.
"It should be here soon," Xiao Zhang said, "not far away."
Just after saying this, the elevator outside the door rang, and someone came out.
Cheng Ke let out a sigh of relief, put the phone back in his pocket, and was about to stand up, but was stunned when he raised his head.
"Hurry up, I still have..." Jiang Yuduo walked into the room, his eyes turned from Xiao Zhang's face, and he was stunned, "It's a matter."
"Fuck me? Jaeger-LeCoultre?" Followed by the Chief Protector Chen Qing, the moment he saw Cheng Ke, he loudly announced the sign that he would probably never forget.
"Is this an acquaintance?" Xiao Zhang was also surprised.
"I don't know." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke spoke to him at the same time: "I don't know."
"Ah," Xiao Zhang laughed awkwardly and rubbed his hands together, "Then... Now let's take a look at the contract first, and then sign it?"
"Don't look at it." Cheng Ke just wanted to quickly end the situation in front of him.
"Okay." Jiang Yuduo grabbed a chair and sat in front of the table.
"...Okay." Cheng Ke took the contract handed over by Xiao Zhang.
In fact, the moment he saw Jiang Yuduo, he really wanted to leave without taking his head back, the kind that he couldn't even pull.
But in the end he gritted his teeth.
He's happy with the house and he needs to settle himself right away.
Jiang Yuduo also owed him a knife.
"This contract is signed by the two of you directly, and our agency is just a proof," Xiao Zhang said. "We are very formal, please rest assured."
Cheng Ke held the contract silently and looked at it seriously, but he didn't read a word.
"I told him all the requirements?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"Yes." Xiao Zhang said.
"What's the requirement?" Cheng Ke asked succinctly.
Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at Xiao Zhang, and Xiao Zhang suddenly stuttered a little nervously: "Mr. Cheng, just me, what I told you just now."
"Oh," Cheng Ke nodded, "I said it."
"You can only live in this house, and no one other than you, flowers, birds, fish, insects, cats, dogs, and other people can live here," Jiang Yuduo said, "If you move anything in this house, you must first hello…”
"Okay," Cheng Ke threw the contract on the table, took the pen and signed his name, then leaned back in his chair, "I'm quite busy."
Jiang Yuduo stared at him for a while, then turned to look at Xiao Zhang: "Do I sign my name or the owner's?"
"Yours is fine," Xiao Zhang said. "There was a power of attorney from the owner before."
"Well," Jiang Yuduo grabbed the pen and signed his name, threw the contract back to Xiao Zhang, and looked at Cheng Ke again, "Do you have my phone number there?"
"No." Cheng Ke replied.
Jiang Yuduo tilted his head, and Chen Qing, who had been standing behind him with a sullen face, looked very much like a bodyguard, immediately took out a piece of cigarette case paper from his pocket and put it in front of him.
Cheng Ke looked at the piece of paper with the words Jiang Yuduo and a string of phone numbers in front of him, and he could feel the shocked eyes of Xiao Zhang next to him without turning his head.
He gritted his teeth and took the "business card" and put it in his pocket.
After the contract was signed, and the deposit for three and one payment was also paid, Jiang Yuduo also gave him the key to the lock that "cannot be changed". Cheng Ke felt that the next process should be for everyone to get up and go their own way. people.
But Jiang Yuduo was still sitting across the table, staring at him.
Chen Qing also stood behind him with a sullen face, staring at him together.
Because Xiao Zhang was still by his side, Cheng Ke didn't want people to think that he and the two in front of him escaped from the same mental hospital, so he could only clear his throat and wanted to say goodbye.
"Let's go," Jiang Yuduo spoke first and waved at Xiao Zhang, "It's hard work."
"Then..." Xiao Zhang hesitated.
Chen Qing stopped him directly, forced him to the door, and then closed the door.
"I'll just say it straight," Jiang Yuduo looked at Cheng Ke, "I don't know what your purpose is, but if you want to rent this house, it's too late to regret it."
"Then let me tell you straight, I don't know what illness you have, but I said I want to rent this house," Cheng Ke pressed the wound on his waist, "I will rent it."