Xiao Zhumei was a little furious when he saw her and quickly explained: "My grandma is a Mongolian, my grandfather and grandparents are both Han people. What's wrong? When I heard that I am from Mongolian, don't you..."

Fu Song quickly waved his hand: "There is nothing, it's all a family. If you don't tell me, I can't tell that you are a Mongolian. It's good for ethnic minorities. If we have children in the future, we will get extra points in the college entrance examination."

"What nonsense!" Xiao Zhumei wanted to cover Fu Song's mouth, her face blushed as if it had dripping blood.

Fu Song beat him and said, "You can't say that the more you eat this braised cook, the more you taste, no wonder you like it so much. Are you enough for a sesame cake? This is for you."

Xiao Zhumei was both ashamed and angry: "Do you think everyone is like you?"

Fu Song was sweating profusely after eating this breakfast. After leaving the house, he was still a little unsatisfied. He had long heard that the braised rice in the capital was famous. After tasting it myself, he realized that the rumors were true and he would definitely come to the tooth sacrifice often in the future.

As she walked, Xiao Zhumei turned around and said, "What are you doing with me?"

Fu Song looked as if he was taken for granted: "I'll take you to work."

Xiao Zhumei said: "It's here, you go back."

Fu Song smiled and said, "You go to your class, I'll stroll around, and then I'll treat you to a meal at noon."

Xiao Zhumei: “….”

Seeing Xiao Zhumei walking into the gate of the Planning Commission angrily, Fu Song chased after him for a few steps and shouted: "I'll wait here at 11:30 noon, see you."

Xiao Zhumei stopped and said helplessly: "You can make a little less sound, so I feel so embarrassed to hear it."

Fu Song said happily: "It's okay, let them be jealous of me."

Xiao Zhumei didn't dare to talk to him anymore, so she ran away in panic with her small bag.

Next to the Planning Commission is Yuyuantan, with eight major ministries and commissions surrounding it. Walking nearby, you accidentally bump into a passerby, maybe you are a director or something.

People like Fu Song who wear casual clothes and empty hands become alternatives here. Others are either walking in a hurry or carrying briefcases. Only he is like a blind wandering, walking like a walk, and looking around.

Every time I pass by the gate of the courtyard, it will attract the attention of the sentry, which makes him very angry. I just come to pick up a girl, and as for treating me as a thief?

But it is indeed a thief, well, a thief who steals his heart, hehe.

Suddenly, Fu Song was attracted by a small house sale advertisement on the wall. He leaned over and took a look. Damn, the small three-bedroom priced at about 70 square meters was actually 85,000 yuan, an average of 1,000 yuan per square meter!

This is definitely a robbery!

Nowadays, ordinary state-owned enterprise employees only have a salary of 100 yuan a month. They can only buy one square meter if they don’t eat or drink for a year. Even for two-working families, they can only afford to buy it for 35 years without eating or drinking.

Although the housing prices in thirty or forty years were much higher than this, starting at 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, people's wages were also high at that time.

A person of a level like Fu Song earns nearly 10,000 yuan a month. As for his daughter, he doesn’t talk about monthly salary. He just adds annual salary to stocks. He has worked for less than three years and does not need his or her wife to support him. He bought a two-bedroom apartment in Shenzhen down payment.

What's more, if you don't have a mortgage now, you have to pay nearly 100,000 yuan in one go to buy this house. How many people can do it?

Although he thought it was expensive, Fu Song still wanted to go and see the owner and what kind of person dared to speak so much.
Chapter completed!