Chapter 111 Fang Yazi
Li Xiaoyun was unyielding and kept talking like a machine gun, leaving Luo Yang speechless and not knowing how to respond.
Luo Yang has always been a proud person. He had never encountered such a situation before. His face turned red and his head was buzzing after hearing what Li Xiaoyun said.
"You...you...are simply unreasonable!" Luo Yang was furious. No wonder Confucius said that only women and villains are difficult to raise.
He had never seen a girl like Li Xiaoyun before, let alone dealt with her. How could there be such an unreasonable girl in the world?
Xiao Qiao, who was standing by, was stunned and at the same time still felt frightened.
Fortunately, Li Xiaoyun didn't treat him like this before. A few minutes ago, he felt a little embarrassed by Li Xiaoyun's behavior of pulling his arm and not letting him leave and insisting on compensating for the sugar painting. But now Xiao Qiao no longer thinks so. If Luo Yang were replaced by himself just now, he would probably be scolded by Li Xiaoyun to the point of being ashamed and wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Song Yuanchao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when watching this scene. He did not expect Li Xiaoyun to be so unreasonable. However, he also knew why Li Xiaoyun did this. Although she had never formally dealt with Luo Yang, she was familiar with the name Luo Yang.
The incident of class committee election in class one had been spread a long time ago, and Li Xiaoyun in class two naturally knew about it. In addition, she and Lin Yan were best friends now, and they often saw each other and had a good relationship. There were some things that Lin Yan would not hide from her.
Lin Yan had already told Li Xiaoyun about Lao Mo's encounter with Luo Lin and Luo Yang. Of course, neither Lin Yan nor Li Xiaoyun knew about Luo Yang's later private contact with Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao never mentioned this matter to anyone.
But Li Xiaoyun is a very smart girl. She knows everything about what happened between Lin Yan and Zhao Minglei. Considering what Luo Yang did in the class committee election meeting, Li Xiaoyun has vaguely guessed the truth.
Because of this, when Li Xiaoyun knew that this was Luo Yang, she was curious and had a bit of hostility in her heart. If Luo Yang had greeted Li Xiaoyun politely, Li Xiaoyun might not have done anything to him. But Luo Yang had a preconceived idea when he saw Li Xiaoyun and Song Yuanchao together, and his words were extremely ironic. How could Li Xiaoyun, who never wanted to suffer a loss, let it go? Without saying a word, he rushed up to Luo Yang and made him speechless.
Holding back his laughter, Song Yuanchao quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Come on, classmate Luo Yang, let me introduce you. This is Li Xiaoyun from Class 2 of our Economics Department, and she is also my sister." Song Yuanchao said this in the simplest words before Luo Yang was about to go berserk.
"Li Xiaoyun from Class 2?" Luo Yang was stunned. No wonder this girl looked familiar. It turned out that she was also his classmate. It’s just that Class 1 and Class 2 usually have separate classes, and they don’t have many opportunities to meet, so he didn’t recognize her.
Just as Luo Yang was about to say that it didn't matter if Li Xiaoyun was a classmate of Class 2, he swallowed the words back. What was the last sentence Song Yuanchao said just now? His sister? Did he hear it right?
"Xiao Yun, stop messing around. Luo Yang is not an outsider. His sister and Yan Zi have been good friends since childhood. His sister and I know each other. So we are not only classmates but also friends. Why do you just casually confront him as soon as you meet him?"
"Can you blame me for this?" Li Xiaoyun was aggressive in front of Luo Yang, but acted like a good girl in front of Song Yuanchao. She wrapped two fingers around the belt around her waist, lowered her head slightly and looked aggrieved. People who saw her would think that Luo Yang was bullying her just now.
"Alright, alright, does it really matter who is right or wrong? Besides, will you lose a piece of meat if I ask you to apologize? It's all a misunderstanding, just talk it out. Come on! Say sorry to classmate Luo Yang first."
Li Xiaoyun pouted, looking reluctant, but under Song Yuanchao's stern gaze, she still walked to Luo Yang and said sorry, then added: "Student Luo Yang, it's my fault just now, but seriously, you really need to go to the hospital for your nose. I used to have a neighbor like that. He didn't take minor illnesses seriously and relied on his strong body to ignore people's advice. Who would have thought that it would develop into a serious illness. It's too late to go to the hospital now..."
Luo Yang's eyes turned white with suffocation after hearing this. He really wanted to reply directly that he was not sick at all, but he had just seen Li Xiaoyun's fighting ability. If he said this and Li Xiaoyun continued to stare at him and asked him why he hummed just now, wouldn't that be shooting himself in the foot?
After taking a few deep breaths, Luo Yang finally calmed down the anger in his chest. At this time, Li Xiaoyun was still looking at Luo Yang eagerly, as if waiting for his answer.
Luo Yang had no choice but to nod and say, "Well... I accept your apology. I was also wrong just now. I also want to say sorry to you."
Although Luo Yang has various faults, he is brave enough to take responsibility for his actions, which many people cannot do. He will not try to cover up his mistakes in front of Song Yuanchao and Li Xiaoyun. He, Luo Yang, is a real man, and if he is wrong, he is wrong.
"Hahaha, that's right." Song Yuanchao laughed at the side, and then said to Li Xiaoyun: "By the way, we are all friends, why do you still want to take a dime from others? It's just a sugar painting..."
Li Xiaoyun looked at Song Yuanchao with tears in her eyes, then looked down at the dime in her hand. She was about to move her feet to return the money to Xiao Qiao reluctantly, but Xiao Qiao was smart at this time and quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no, it's my fault in the first place, I should pay for this money, what's the big deal about you returning the money to me? Isn't this a slap in my face?"
"Brother Yuanchao..." Li Xiaoyun looked at Song Yuanchao pitifully, looking at a loss.
"Well, in that case...you can take it."
"Okay !" Li Xiaoyun agreed faster than anyone else. In the blink of an eye, her face turned from gloomy to bright and she looked at Xiao Qiao with a smile. Xiao Qiao blushed when she looked at her like that and lowered her head in embarrassment.
"Luo Yang, what a coincidence today. As the saying goes, it's better to meet by chance than to choose a day. It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. It's fate that we meet by chance. Let's have lunch together later?" Song Yuanchao said to Luo Yang generously, with the look of an old friend. People who didn't know him would think that he and Luo Yang were very familiar with each other.
"No need. We are busy. Let's do it next time." Luo Yang squeezed out these few words from his teeth. He felt a little embarrassed by what happened just now, not only because of Li Xiaoyun, but also because of what Song Yuanchao said.
On the surface, Song Yuanchao was blaming Li Xiaoyun, but in fact he was making trouble for him. To be honest, Luo Yang had never suffered any loss at the hands of anyone in his life, but he fell into the hands of Song Yuanchao again and again, and the other party always had the upper hand.
Luo Yang felt really uncomfortable with the anger in his heart. Now Luo Yang wished that Song Yuanchao and Li Xiaoyun would disappear on the spot. How could he be in the mood to have dinner with them?
"No! Since we meet, just eat together. It's almost time for dinner. If Yan Zi and your sister knew about this, they would definitely blame me, don't you think?" Song Yuanchao put his arm around Luo Yang's shoulders affectionately, and they were almost like buddies wearing the same pants.
"I really have something to do. I have to discuss serious matters with someone." Luo Yang frowned slightly, looking at Song Yuanchao's hand on his shoulder with some disgust, wishing he could find a knife to cut off his hand.
But this is impossible. Luo Yang had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer like this.
"What does it matter if you have something to do? Just do your work . Anyway, we are all free today because it is National Day. Let's eat together after you finish your work. People are made of iron and rice is made of steel. If you don't eat for a meal, you will be hungry. Luo Yang, don't you think this is true?"
"I..." Luo Yang was on the verge of going berserk. He suddenly remembered what Xiao Qiao had said. Was it because today was the wrong day and he hadn't checked the almanac before going out? How did he run into these two annoying people, Song Yuanchao and Li Xiaoyun?
"Uncle Yang, do you think we can still talk about this?" At this time, the man who had been standing aside as a background suddenly asked.
Luo Yang glanced at him, thought for a moment and said through gritted teeth: "Talk! Why not talk!"
"Okay, what do you think of this land? Is it okay?" The man immediately became excited, pointing to the house behind him and introducing it to Luo Yang: "Don't look at my old house, it is neat. Look, this door has two doors, and the main hall is inside, which is 66 square meters. There are two side rooms in the back, one is 15 square meters, and the other is 12 square meters. It can be used as a warehouse or for living. It is only because you, Brother Yang, are here that I offer this price. If it were someone else, there would be no such good land in the whole Yanjing City."
"The place is nice, but a little old. Besides, your house is not in the central area of Dashilan. Isn't the price a bit...?" Luo Yang looked at the storefront behind him again and asked hesitantly.
"Brother Yang, look at what you said. This house looks old, but it's really not dilapidated!" The man looked shrewd. In Song Yuanchao's eyes, he was almost no different from the real estate agents of later generations. Of course, there is no such term as real estate agents now. In this era, they are called middlemen or agents. In Yanjing, such people are also called "house agents."
The landlord said something like this, saying that although the front of his house was old, it was not dilapidated. When the house was built, solid materials were used, all of which were high-quality wood. It just looked old on the surface. In fact, the foundation of the house was good and it would not deteriorate even after being kept for decades.
If Luo Yang rents it, he only needs to paint it and it will be no different from a new one. Although this storefront is not in the center of Dashilan, it is located on the main entrance and exit road, with a large flow of people around it, so it can be considered a good storefront. Luo Yang will definitely not lose money if he opens a store here, so the price is really difficult to negotiate. However, he can give a little less for Luo Yang's sake, but definitely not more. This is already the bottom price. If the price is lowered further, the landlord would rather leave it vacant than rent it out.
Luo Yang looked a little hesitant. To be honest, he did like this house, but the price was a little high. He didn't have much money now, and there were still many expenses after the rent was paid. He had to spend every penny carefully.
If he could negotiate the price down a bit, it would certainly be good for Luo Yang, so he continued to find fault with the house with an embarrassed look on his face, with the aim of lowering the price further.
Listening to their conversation, Song Yuanchao was thoughtful.
