"Brother, you see, I've written this transfer book. When brother presses his fingerprints, can there be any fake?" Jing Zheng said, put the transfer book in his hand in front of Jing Zhan.

"Well It's really a transfer of property rights. " Jing Zhan took a serious look, then hesitated for a moment, or looked at Jing Zheng with disbelief and said, "is that really what you gave me? I said, "second brother, you've done something wrong with the shop, haven't you?"

"Here you are, here you are..." Jing Zheng felt guilty by Jing Zhan's eyes. Without saying a word, he grabbed Jing Zhan's hand and pressed it on the transfer book. He quickly pressed his handprint and said, "look, brother! Now sit tight! This shop will be yours in the future! "

"You This... " Jing exhibition a pair of dumbfounded looking at has been on the fingerprint of the transfer book, the last face helpless stare at Jing Zheng.

"Hoo..." Jing Zheng wiped a cold sweat silently, and finally threw it out. It was really frightening to drag it in his hand. Jing Zheng looked at Jing Zhan's face in amazement, and for the first time showed a very sincere face. Looking at Jing Zhan, he said: "brother, this shop will depend on you in the future."

This sentence can be said to be extremely comfortable!

In the future, the loss of the shop has nothing to do with me. I'm not sure I can go on with the business of the shop and tell the old man about JingZhan.

When Jing Lang came back, he saw that Jing Zheng had gone out with a smile on his face. With a look of doubt on his face, he stepped into the hall and was even more puzzled when he saw his father smiling like a thief.

"Dad, what happened?" Jinglang asked in doubt.

"We have the shop." Jing Zhan pointed to the paper on the table and said.

"Really? How many rooms do you have Jing Lang eyes show bright color, stride forward to pick up the paper on the table and ask.

"All." Jing Zhan pretended to be calm and took a sip of the tea on the table. Hearing this, Jing Lang suddenly widened his eyes: "what The sound was so loud that Jing Zhan's hands shaking with the teacup.

"What are you calling so loudly? What a big man..." JingZhan stares at jinglang, puts down his cup and says, "your father, I'm just playing hard to get. It's not easy to get this shop."

“……” Jing Lang looked at Jing Zhan with a black face and said silently: "it's all the credit of Yue er..."

"My daughter's credit is mine." With a smile on his face, Jing Zhan hummed a little song and rolled out in his wheelchair.

How does Jing Lang feel that his father's painting style is a little wrong recently.

"Smelly boy, what are you doing? Come and help me cross the threshold!" Jinglang help the forehead, JingZhan shouts, the original wheelchair went to the door is stuck, can't cross the threshold.

"Yes Here we are... " Jing Lang strode over, moved his wheelchair and pushed Jing Zhan away.

The transfer of the shops in the prime minister's mansion spread all over the imperial city on the same day. For a moment, those who knew the inside story would scoff at Jing Zheng. When he made money, he dominated the shops. Now when he lost money, he threw it out.

Although this move is human nature, it is actually a brother who makes Jing Zhan suffer from such a dumb loss, and everyone holds injustice for Jing Zhan one after another.

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