Chapter 4778 Transfer of Real Estate
Zhao Yuanjing is still happy with this.
He helped the old man down the stairs.
Wan Mei took a taxi.
The old man lives alone in an old house. On weekdays, only hourly workers come to cook and clean.
Before leaving, the old man grabbed Zhao Yuanjing, stuffed him with a document bag, and said, "Xiao Jing, grandpa is confused. I'll give these to you first so as not to forget them later."
"What is this?" Wan Mei asked.
"Go back and see for yourself." The old man waved his hand, "I'm sleepy, so I'm going to take a nap. You go ahead and close the door for me."
At this time, the old man was sober and like a normal person.
Wan Mei helped him lie down on the bed, covered him with a quilt, poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside. After contacting the hourly worker, she felt relieved and left with Zhao Yuanjing.
On the way back, Zhao Yuanjing opened the document bag and found some papers and several booklets inside.
Wan Mei was surprised: "Real estate certificate?"
She opened it and looked at it, and was even more surprised: "Why is your name written on this certificate? Xiaojing, when did grandpa transfer the ownership of the house to you?"
Zhao Yuanjing glanced at the date on the document.
That was before he came here.
Of course he doesn't know.
Wan Mei looked over the documents and the real estate certificate many times, and was a little worried: "The old man always loves you the most, and leaving the house to you is not surprising to me. But... if this is given to your aunt and uncle, they will not know it. Are you going to make a big fuss?"
"Why?" Zhao Yuanjing asked casually.
"Your grandpa's house is in a great location. Although the decoration is a bit old, the area is not small. If you sell it now, it will cost you more than 12 million yuan. I will give you so much money. Do you think they will not be angry?" ?”
Zhao Yuanjing asked: "Isn't Wan Moli very rich?"
"Silly boy, who can complain about too much money? It's not good for your grandpa to do this. He usually loves you a little more. This is a big deal. No, I have to go back to find him."
"Go by yourself. I have to go to class in the afternoon." Zhao Yuanjing held the bag.
"What classes should you take? As for the character of your aunt and your uncle's brothers and sisters, once they know about it, they will be shaken! Can your grandpa stand up to their troubles? Besides, what classes are you taking? You won't be able to pass the exam anyway."
"I can pass the exam."
"You want to take the vocational school entrance examination? That's fine. You can learn a trade, be it a chef or a hairdresser, or something like that. You can make a living at least."
"I want to take the high school entrance examination."
"Xiao Jing, you can't pass the exam."
"I can pass the exam."
The taxi stopped in front of the school, Zhao Yuanjing opened the door and left.
"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing!" Wan Mei shouted.
Got no response.
well.
Wan Mei sighed.
Now that her son has had his hair cut and is still willing to go to school, she is happy, but the backward courses cannot be caught up in a few days.
Taking the high school entrance examination?
What's the use of barely going to a low-class high school? You have to pay a lot of tuition.
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Zhao Yuanjing didn't pay attention to the real estate certificate at all.
He spent the afternoon studying advanced mathematics and then the four major mechanics.
It wasn't until here that he felt it was starting to get a little difficult, and his reading speed also slowed down.
He was watching it on his mobile phone all the time, and several teachers thought he was playing with it.
But in view of his extremely poor grades, no teacher is willing to waste time on him at this time.
The serious business is to first take care of the students who hope to enter high school.
Except Chinese teacher Qian Juan.
The third period in the afternoon was Chinese class, and Qian Juan explained the test paper from the previous day.
Finally, I was a little excited and said that this time the class got a perfect score paper.