Chapter 365: The Shop Is in Hand

"Brother, take a look, I have finished writing the transfer letter, and I just wait for the elder brother to press his fingerprints, how can it be fake?" Jing Zheng said, placing the transfer letter in front of Jing Zhan.

"Well... it is indeed a transfer of property rights." Jing Zhan glanced at it solemnly, then hesitated for a moment, still looked at Jing Zheng in disbelief and said, "Is that really the case for me? Is something wrong?"

"Here I give you..." Jing Zheng felt guilty for a while when Jing Zhan looked at him. Without saying a word, he grabbed Jing Zhan's hand and pressed it on the transfer letter. He also pressed his handprint and said, "Brother, you Look! Now sit down! From now on, this shop will be yours!"

"You... this..." Jing Zhan stared at the transfer letter with his fingerprints on, and finally stared at Jing Zheng helplessly.

"Huh..." Jing Zheng silently wiped off the cold sweat, and finally threw the thing out. Holding it in his hand was really scary. Looking at Jing Zhan's astonished face, Jing Zheng showed a very sincere expression for the first time. He looked at Jing Zhan and said, "Brother, this shop will depend entirely on you from now on."

Jing Zheng said these words incomparably comforting!

In the future, the loss of this shop has nothing to do with me. Maybe I can continue with the matter of this shop and sue Jing Zhan to the old man.

Thinking of this, Jing Zheng's face suddenly burst into laughter, and he found an excuse and ran away. When Jing Lang came back, he saw Jing Zheng going out with a smile on his face, and his face was full of doubts. , stepped into the hall, and seeing his father's wicked smile made him even more puzzled.

"Father, what happened?" Jing Lang asked suspiciously.

"The shop is here." Jing Zhan pointed to the paper on the table and said.

"Really? How many do you have?" Jing Lang's eyes brightened, and he strode forward to pick up the paper on the table and asked.

"All." Jing Zhan pretended to be calm and took a sip of the tea on the table. Jing Lang's eyes widened when he heard the words: "What!?" The voice was so loud that Jing Zhan's hand holding the teacup trembled one time.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? How old are you..." Jing Zhan glared at Jing Lang, put down the tea cup in his hand proudly and said, "Your father, I just played a trick to get you. It's not easy to get this shop." .”

"..." Jing Lang looked at Jing Zhan with a dark face, and said silently: "This is all thanks to Yue'er..."

"My daughter's credit is mine." Jing Zhan smiled all over his face, humming a little tune and rolling the wheelchair to the outside.

Jing Lang raised his forehead, why did he feel that his father's style of painting is a bit wrong recently.

"Stinky boy, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and help me pass the threshold!" Jing Zhan shouted as Jing Lang held his forehead, it turned out that the wheelchair got stuck at the door and couldn't pass the threshold.

"Yes yes yes...here..." Jing Lang strode over to move the wheelchair, pushing Jing Zhan away.

The transfer of the shop in the Prime Minister's Mansion also spread throughout the imperial city that day, and those who knew the inside story would scoff at Jing Zheng for a while. When they were making money, they dominated the shop and would not let it go. thrown out.

Although this behavior is said to be human nature, but in the end it is a brother, which caused Jing Zhan to suffer such a dumb loss, and everyone complained for Jing Zhan.