National Tide 1980.

Chapter 717
Coincidentally, Xiushui Street, which was occupied by Ning Weimin in advance, also blossomed in mid-November, and finally ushered in the good news that the Chaoyang District Government approved the establishment of a formal market.

This is of course a very good thing.

But good things also take a long time.

What Ning Weimin didn't expect was that the requirements of the Street Office in Xiushui Street were actually stricter than those in Dong'anmen Street.

According to the posted notice, the future Xiushui market requires all self-employed individuals who come here to set up stalls to register with their real names and pay a deposit of at least one year's rent in advance.

Moreover, they must have a business license issued by the Chaoyang District Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

Needless to say, the original intention of these regulations must be to facilitate management and better grasp the situation of self-employed people. I hope that merchants in this market can operate legally.

But the problem is that this street office seems to have a particularly strong sense of territory.

Except for the business license of Chaoyang District Industrial and Commercial Bureau, other districts do not recognize it.

In this way, it is a bit bad.

Even those who came later, who have been doing it secretly, are the masters who used to hide when they saw businessmen.

Now they are all registered according to the requirements of the street, have passed the qualification procedures, and are successfully allowed to enter the market and become official merchants.

But these people personally arranged by Ning Weimin, although they have been working here since the beginning, have always had formal business licenses.

However, because they were not registered with the Chaoyang District Industrial and Commercial Department, they were excluded.

This is too unreasonable!

Nothing else, Ning Weimin's people naturally quit, so they went to the street office to ask for an explanation.

But the quarrel with each other was very stiff, and the problem was not resolved, and there was almost no fight at the scene.

In the end, there was nothing left to do, and this group of people could only complain to Ning Weimin through Luo Guangliang's words, to see if he could find a way to clear up the relationship.

Ning Weimin thought about it, but he didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the Xiushui Street Street Office.

You know, these days, it is too common for self-employed individuals without a fixed business location to adopt mobile operations.

That's called convenience for the masses, door-to-door service.

If you are an individual, no matter whether you register or operate across regions, there is no problem.

As long as you can earn your own living, pay taxes legally, don't be short of money, and use second-best ones as good ones, the industrial and commercial departments actually don't have too many requirements.

So when it comes to sub-district offices, if they want to take care of the local folks and have a xenophobic heart, it doesn't matter at all.

What's more, there are loopholes that can be exploited in this method, and they can't help others.

In order to meet the relevant requirements, Ning Weimin can also let his people go to the Chaoyang District Industrial and Commercial Department to go through the industrial and commercial registration procedures again.

It's just too much trouble, and paying an extra tax is nothing more than taking off your pants and farting.

Then why set such a special threshold?
This makes people have to suspect that the Xiushui Street Sub-district Office deliberately targeted them.

Sure enough, Ning Weimin went to the street office to find out where the problem was.

Where?
Hey, it's his own body.

Or rather, his own body.

The daring is all because he took away Luo Guangliang and Xiaotao to speculate in stamps, and it took a year for them to go away.

The remaining masters who sold clothes for him gradually began to act recklessly because they were out of control.

Bullying and dominating the market is out of the question, but low-quality words and deeds are inevitable.

These bastards were making noise and cursing in the market all day long.

Don't clean up the garbage, don't talk about cleaning.

The point is that during the day when there are not many people, they always play cards and drink around the tricycle to pass the time.

They make noise every day, and sometimes someone loses a card and throws a bottle of wine against the corner to vent their dissatisfaction.

If you don't gamble, you don't know. The situation of disturbing the people is quite serious.

Several children who lived nearby had their feet punctured because they wore sandals and slippers in summer.

The nearby residents had great opinions on this, and both the street cadres and the neighborhood committee approached them for this matter.

But they're all real bastards.

Not only did he not change after repeated admonitions, but his attitude was extremely awesome.

The words that come out of the mouth are not pleasant, and the street cadres and the aunts of the neighborhood committee are very angry.

These boys are sure that they will not commit major crimes, and they have business licenses, so no one can do anything to them.

That is determined to be a copper pea that can't be steamed, boiled, smashed, fried, or exploded.

Can the people in the street office not be angry?Don't hold grudges?

As a result, now that the scene has been accepted, people have to find a way to "clean up the garbage".

They even greeted the industrial and commercial departments in the district.

It is said that if these people want to register, don't approve any of them. They are all black sheep and must not be tolerated.

After finding out what happened, Ning Weimin was so angry that he wished he could kick these bastards to the ground one by one.

Stepping on their faces, he scolded them one by one.

He really didn't expect that these bastards who failed to accomplish anything but failed to do so, would be so bold as to offend people to this extent.

But having said that, the Jianghu affairs have to be managed by the Jianghu people.

Except for Luo Guangliang and Xiao Tao, no one else can control this group of rough people.

For a civilized person like Ning Weimin, what he lacks the most is the deterrent power against this kind of Gazazi glass ball.

He really can't deal with them on his own.

What's more, we have to wipe their ass first, and trying to save the situation is the most important thing.

You can't just let years of planning and scheming fail at the last trembling near the door.

No way, I can only prepare for a hemorrhage and try my best to speak good things to others.

In other words, Ning Weimin's current status is still useful.

The top leader of the altar palace, the top executives of Pilkardon, with these two titles on their heads, most people have to sell some face.

What's more, Xiushui Street is still a clothing market, and many customers are foreigners. Naturally, the director of the street is willing to chat with him more, and he is not very repulsive.

Otherwise, if you want to change to someone else, I'm afraid they will send you out with just a few words.

In this way, we chatted and chatted for an afternoon without knowing it.

Ning Weimin not only "kindly" suggested some basic points for managing the market to the street director.

He also "generously" promised to personally fund and sponsor each vendor to have a fireproof tin stall.

Finally, in the evening, the conversation went to the dinner table again.

Ning Weimin took the initiative to retain all the people who were going to get off work, invited them to the restaurant, and apologized for his ignorant bastards.

In this way, after drinking a big meal, I finally got the understanding of the street side and got 35 stalls in the market.

Of course, taking good care of those self-employed people and preventing them from messing around has become one of the additional conditions that must be fulfilled.

What should be said about this matter?

Ning Weimin finally did not work in vain, and narrowly passed the test.

But when you think about it, it's awkward enough.

Back then, he was kind enough to lead this group of people to make money, and this group of boys also made money, but he was the one who reciprocated in this way.

Because of their low-level mistakes, he had to lower his profile and apologize, and spent tens of thousands of extra tributes on the street.

A tin booth costs about seven or eight hundred.

What a waste of money!
Moreover, the rent cannot be increased for a while, and it is not known when the cost will be recovered.

What a bunch of pig teammates!
It can be said that if he was to be furious about this matter, he would not let him go, but Luo Guangliang was still caught in the middle.

He couldn't ignore the feelings of this good buddy.

In fact, Luo Guangliang was even more wronged. He was just following him to work on stamps, so there was trouble here.

It's not worth it if Luo Guangliang hurts face and finds it difficult to do this shit.

This is the mouse-thrower!

Ning Weimin finally made a decision to change his original intention.

First of all, he was going to grab the necks of these grandsons.

All prices will be increased by [-]% until the extra money is collected.

Anyone who doesn't do a good job will never want to get the pretty goods in the future.

And his relationship with these people is over.

Giving one booth to each person is the last benefit for them.

He had to admit that these people were too low-quality and too loose to be controlled.

At the beginning, he wanted to use these people to occupy Yabao Road, Zoo, Hongqiao, Drum Tower, Yuetan postal market, these thriving markets, but because the actual implementation was too exhausting, it became tasteless and a pity to discard it.

For him, this kind of money is almost the same as flipping treasury bills, so it's better not to earn it, and it's good to end here.

Forget it, how much profit can a market with dozens of stalls, at most a dozen or 20 years of glory, bring him?
Subletting out, the average... a place is only 800 million yuan a year in rent.

That is to say, a place has an income of about [-] million to tens of millions in more than ten years.

Giving up all these markets would be nothing more than earning less than one billion.

Little money!

We can't afford to be in such a hurry, and we can't afford to pay for the time and energy, so we don't need to waste so much effort.

(End of this chapter)