eurekapd Chapter 300 Zhang Amei visits to gather information
Chapter 300 Zhang Amei visits to gather information
Chapter 300 Zhang Amei Comes to Inquire About News
Zhang Amei hurried into the familiar courtyard, a place that filled her with plans.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, she began her "inspection" mode, looking here and there, occasionally making soft tsk-tsk sounds.
She felt there was nothing wrong with the courtyard in every way, but when her gaze fell on Wang Yong's small room, her brows furrowed into a knot.
"Tsk, this little room in Wang Yong's house is such a nuisance. It blocks the sunlight and even the wind. I really don't know what he was thinking." She muttered under her breath, her disgust practically written all over her face.
As they were talking, he spotted a motorcycle and, upon closer inspection, realized it belonged to Teacher Zhuang.
"Wow, look at that motorcycle, it's really impressive!"
Zhang Amei's eyes widened with envy. She thought to herself, "When will my family have such a car? How impressive it would be if Old Wu took me for a ride!"
Look at how capable Song Ying and Huang Ling found their men! Unlike me, whose first man died and the second one I found was a good-for-nothing who couldn't make money and was utterly pathetic.
After surveying the yard, her mind started racing. Such a big yard—if it could belong to her, Xiaomin and Xiaojun wouldn't have to squeeze into that tiny room partitioned off by partitions anymore.
With that thought in mind, she made up her mind to go back and urge Old Wu to ask him to pull some strings and get the courtyard no matter what.
"Song Ying, Sister Ling!" Zhang Amei shouted at the top of her lungs.
At that moment, Huang Ling was helping Song Ying pack her luggage. Hearing the sound, she looked up, exchanged a glance with Song Ying, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Sister is here."
Song Ying nodded gently, put down the rope she was tidying, straightened up, walked quickly to the door, and opened the inner door.
"Sister, come in quickly."
Zhang Amei's eyes widened as she strained to peer into the house. The thought that they were really moving away and that she would have a chance to get the house made her smile even brighter, almost reaching her ears.
She asked the question knowing the answer already. "Packing your things?"
"Yes, Sister Ling and I are packing our luggage. Come in, we can rest for a while."
Song Ying turned and walked into the house, not forgetting to say, "Sister Ling, rest for a while, I'll go get some popsicles."
Zhang Amei couldn't stop smiling. As soon as she stepped into the room, she was drawn to it and took a special look at Dongzhe's room.
Wow, this little room is really big! It's much bigger than their house.
Once Xiaomin has her baby, I can come over and help her take care of the child. This place is spacious and convenient for taking care of the baby.
As she made her own plans, she continued walking into the house, muttering to herself, "This house is wonderful. If it weren't for Wang Yong's little house in front, it would be perfectly well-ventilated and comfortable to live in."
A moment later, Song Ying came out with three popsicles, handing one to Sister Ling. The two sat on the bed, watching their younger sister approach. Song Ying greeted her warmly, "Young lady, have a popsicle. The room is a bit messy, please make yourself at home."
Zhang Amei took the popsicle and tore open the wrapper. "Thank you, Song Ying."
After saying that, she looked at the huge pile of duffel bags on the floor, which resembled a small mountain, and the packed clothes. Her eyes widened even more as she stared at the two of them in astonishment. "Are you really moving?"
Song Ying ate her popsicle, looked at her, and said matter-of-factly, "Of course, otherwise why would I pack my things? Buying a house and not moving out would be taking advantage of public resources, wouldn't it, Sister Ling?"
Huang Ling smiled and agreed. In fact, the news that their two families were moving had already spread throughout the factory.
There were quite a few people eyeing their two houses. Take Zhang Amei, for example. From the moment she entered, her eyes were like searchlights, scrutinizing every corner of the house, as if she wanted to turn it upside down. Huang Ling and Song Ying knew exactly what she was thinking.
Zhang Amei smiled, looking at the two of them, her words carrying a hint of sourness.
"You two are something else. If you hadn't told me, who would have known you bought a house? You'd still be living the same way. Lin and Zhuang are really something. I heard it's a three-story house with its own courtyard."
Huang Ling took the popsicle out of her mouth and said seriously, "Sister, what you're saying is wrong. Housing in the factory is so tight. Song Ying and I are both advanced workers in the factory, and we must set a good example. How can we do something like taking more than our share?"
Song Ying smiled and glanced at Sister Ling, thinking to herself: Sister Ling's words are truly a gift from me; she speaks so beautifully.
"Sister Ling is right. It's only because we bought a house that we're so used to living here. Otherwise, we really wouldn't want to move."
Zhang Amei smiled awkwardly, her facial muscles twitching unnaturally. Although she felt a little disappointed, she quickly picked up the conversation.
"When are you and Sister Ling moving? I'll ask Lao Wu to come and help you move your furniture."
As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Song Ying and Huang Ling's expressions out of the corner of her eye, trying to glean some information that would be advantageous to her from their reactions.
Song Ying looked at the things in the room, then glanced at the furniture, and politely declined with a smile.
"No need, there's not much stuff. We have enough people in our family, three strong young men."
Zhang Amei glanced around, then asked casually, "So, after you two families moved all your things out, the house was empty, right?"
Song Ying took a bite of her popsicle and watched her continue acting. She found it somewhat amusing, but still answered seriously.
“We have already returned the house to the housing management department. They gave us a week to vacate the house. After we moved out, the house was taken back and the factory can allocate it to whoever they want. There are still so many married young workers who don’t have housing.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Amei's face flushed red and then paled, and she gave an awkward laugh.
"Yes, yes, we have to follow the factory's arrangements. I won't bother you any longer while you're packing."
Song Ying also stood up. "Sister, we still need to pack our luggage, so we won't see you off."
"No need to be polite, you're busy."
Zhang Amei walked out of the room and looked back at the courtyard. Song Ying was right. The factory could decide who to give the recyclables to.
No, I can't delay. She thought to herself that she would go to the factory with Lao Wu first thing tomorrow morning to give gifts to the head of the housing management department. She had to get Song Ying's two rooms, and Huang Ling's two rooms would also be fine, plus the attic.
She walked to the glass of Huang Ling's house, placed her hands on the glass, brought her face close, and looked inside with great effort. The two rooms were not bad.
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