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

He put down his chopsticks in confusion, tied the belt back on, and then opened the door.

"Officer Smith?" Tang Dao's tone was a little surprised, but then his heart broke out, and his right hand trembled slightly, but he just hid it very well.

Could it be that the incident happened to me?

Smith was also observing Tang Dao. Although the latter tried his best to cover it up, the old Jianghu was after all, and he still found some clues at this glance, but he still said calmly, "Don't you invite me in and sit?"

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

Tang Dao kicked the bad basketball on the side of the door under the bed, and rolled up the underwear hanging from the chair and hid it in his pocket, which was quite embarrassing.

Smith smiled gently, looked at the food on the table, and his face froze, "Do you just eat this?"

"I have a small appetite, eat something casually." Tang Dao touched his nose awkwardly.

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

This topic has been discussed many times. Since his parents died, Smith "took all his energy" to help him. If it weren't for his help, I'm afraid he would have really been unable to survive that trough. However, Tang Dao didn't want to bother the other party too much. It would be better to sing and die if he lived under someone else's roof.

With a little restrained expression, Tang Dao Yu Guang looked at Smith's hopeful eyes and shook his head slightly. The other party's eyes were obviously dark. The corner of his mouth was hard and a smile was squeezed out. He snatched the words first, "I'm going to sell the house here, I plan to leave Warsaw."

The news was like a bolt from the blue, which made Smith stunned. After reacting, he shook his hands very exaggeratedly, very anxious, "Why? Tang, are you going to sell your house? Where are you going?"

"I want to go to the United States and complete my studies." Tang Dao panicked.

"If you want to go to school, I can fully fund you..." Smith blurted out, but in the end, his voice gradually became low. He worked in the police station for twenty years. According to salary level, he could receive 4,100 zloty per month, about 1,100 US dollars. This is already a middle- and high-level salary in Poland, where finance is almost collapsed.

But this money is obviously not enough to support Tang Dao to study again. Moreover, his wife of Russian descent at home would not agree to such a ridiculous decision, and would teach him what intelligence is to be done with one punch.

"I have decided that my classmates in the United States have helped me contact tutoring. I can study while working, and don't worry too much about me."

An inspirational arms dealer who was preparing to cheat on the Russians said he wanted to be a tutor...

It feels quite strange.

However, Smith didn't know that, he only sighed, patted Tang Dao on the shoulder, and helped him sort out the collar. He said in a deep voice, "There was a murder case on Kangwei Street, and the man almost died. His father had something to do with it. The director had asked to speed up the case solving. I think... it won't be long before the murderer can be caught, but you must be careful."

He finished speaking with anger, looking at Tang Dao's face, memories flashed across his wrinkled cheeks. He took out a stack of zloty from the police uniform and placed it on the table, opened the door and left. His back made the tip of his nose sore.

Bang!

When the door was closed heavily, Tang Dao raised his head and breathed. Smith said what he had just said to him, and he was obviously sure that the murderer was him, but among the law and his friend's son, he chose the latter and betrayed his faith.

The most important thing is that the other party is also telling himself that the police station attaches great importance to this matter and leave quickly!

Sitting at the dining table again, the fried tomatoes with some chili peppers became boring. After washing the tableware, Tang Dao picked up the newspaper and read the international news. Time came unknowingly, and knocked on the door sounded very on time. After putting the newspaper down, he went to open the door. There were glasses with gold-strapped glasses, a big back, a black mole on the corner of his mouth, and a fragrance on his body. This was obviously a dress-up.

"Mr. Tang? Hello, I made an appointment with you. "The other party stretched out his hand and said politely. Tang Dao shook his hand and pointed at the house, "It's this house, you can take a look at it yourself."

Loki also found that he didn't have much interest in talking, so he wouldn't be stupid. He looked around with a briefcase several times, and after asking some basic questions, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Tang, our Grent agent has two options. First, we will help you hang it at the door of the agent. As long as someone is willing to ask for it, we will take him to see the house, but we charge a 2% handling fee." Loki stretched out a finger, glanced at Tang Dao, and paused in a tone and continued, "The second option is that our agent recycles this house, and we are willing to pay 17,000 US dollars."

The first plan takes too long and Tang Dao can't afford to wait.

The second type is $17,000?

Fark!

This amount of money is far lower than his psychological price.

"I'll sell the house to you for 30,000 US dollars." Tang Dao saw Loki open his mouth and wanted to speak, so he pushed over. "I have contacted another Anji agent. He is willing to recycle it at a high price. After all, Convey Street is very close to the Vistula River."

Tang Dao didn't lie. He had indeed made this call and the eggs could not be placed in the same basket. Of course, the other party did not show so urgently, but was very interested in the house.

Sure enough, when Loki heard this, he was anxious. He had not issued an order this month. Although the house was a bit old, it had a very good geographical location. After 1990, Poland had a whirlwind style. Many Asians came to this country. Those people were very rich. Loki used 17,000 US dollars just to cheat him. The real estate agent was very cunning. Even if it was 30,000 US dollars, Grent agent had profits.

Although the financial crisis is spreading, don’t underestimate the base and... stupidity of the rich.

“25,000 US dollars…”

"30,000 US dollars!"

Tang Dao insisted on letting go. Loki was so angry that he was itchy, but in the end he saw that he was not good at eating soft and hard, he could only stomp his feet angrily and "get the deal."

"We are now in the transfer of ownership. The Real Estate Bureau has not yet gotten off work. After the account is finished, you can get the money into the card. By the way, do you have a bank card?" Loki showed a certain professional quality.

“There is a Polish National Bank.”

"That's fine, go."

…

There were not many people in the real estate bureau to handle the business, and Loki was obviously a regular customer here. He finished all the business in about half an hour, but in fact he signed a name.

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

"Yes." Tang Dao nodded.

"Happy cooperation. Next time you need it, you can contact the Grent real estate agent. I will say goodbye first."

After shaking hands, the two parted ways at the intersection. In just one afternoon, the house disappeared, with only the 30,000 US dollars added to the card. It is impossible to be disappointed. After all, there were three generations of Tang family living in this place.

He still remembers that his grandfather likes to lie on the rattan chair on the balcony smoking a dry cigarette, looking lonely in the distance. When he was dying of illness, he held Tang Dao's hand intermittently, but shouted in despair, "Go home! Go back to his hometown!"

The corners of the eyes, full of traces of time, were filled with longing and sadness.

He also remembered that the house that was only 90 square meters accompanied his childhood.

It turns out that when there is no money.

These memories are also priced.

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Chapter completed!