Reborn Craftsman

Chapter 13
There was no anger on her daughter-in-law's face, after all, she didn't want to open a wonton shop for a long time, and it would be great if she could sell it.

Although the wonton shop was a bit messy, Liu Xing was very satisfied with the hard facilities of the breakfast shop, such as tables, chairs and benches.

Such a facade will start at least a few thousand yuan a month after decades, and it is still not available for rent.

He was able to pick up a bargain now because the rural economy hadn't exploded. Of course, the most important point was that the wonton shop's business was not good, otherwise everything would be in vain.

"Young man, my name is Wangjiachang, the owner of this wonton shop!" After finding the paper and pen, the owner of the wonton shop, 'Wangjiachang', graciously sat in front of Liu Xing: "I don't know your last name!"

"My surname is Liu, and my single name is a star. If you think highly of me, you can call me Preserved Egg. This is the nickname my grandfather gave me!" The tone is very old.

This made Wangjiachang more confident in Liu Xing's renting of his store. He laughed and said: "It's definitely not okay to call you a preserved egg. Seeing how young you are, this renting store must be allowed by the adults in the family. Otherwise, Call your father or mother to come?"

"They are very busy." Liu Xing replied lightly.

Without waiting for Wang Jiachang, the owner of the wonton shop, to agree, he took the paper and pen to write the lease contract for the store.

He has written a lot about this before, so he is very familiar with it.

After a few strokes, it's ready.

In addition to stipulating that the rent cannot be raised indiscriminately, he has clearly written down the rent payment and some rules for renting a house.

Some of these rules only appeared more than ten years later, and some only appeared after more than twenty years. They are very novel and practical, and are very useful to both the landlord and the tenant.

In other words, he was not afraid that the owner of the wonton shop would disagree.

as predicted.

Looking at the contract drawn up by Liu Xing, Wang Jiachang was quite surprised. Of course, he was also very satisfied. After reading it carefully with his wife twice, he saw that there was no problem, so he signed his contract right away. name.

"It's your turn!" Seeing the contract, Wang Jiachang handed it to Liu Xing.

"Before signing, I have a few questions to ask!" Liu Xing looked around and asked earnestly.

"Please tell me!" Wang Jiachang brought Liu Xing a cup of steaming tea.

"Are you sure you gave me all these tables, chairs and benches?" Liu Xing asked.

It would be troublesome if he borrowed it, but it would save him a lot of expenses if he gave it away.

He had budgeted the cost of opening a breakfast shop in 1993 before. If he had to buy everything, it would cost at least 1000 yuan, and he hadn't budgeted for labor wages.

But now he did it for more than 100 yuan, which feels a little unreal, so he has to ask clearly about some things first.

"I don't even plan to open a wonton shop anymore. The tables, chairs, and everything in the kitchen, as well as some flour materials, are of course given to you. I'll keep them. Why don't I cook wontons every day when I go home!" Wang Jiachang laughed. Haha replied.

"That's good!" Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, signed his name on the contract in a few moments, and paid three months' rent to Wang's Factory.

Wang Jiachang glanced at the signature: "When will you call someone to come over to look at the store?"

Although the wonton shop's business is not good, the knives in the kitchen, as well as the tables, chairs and benches are still worth some money. If no one is guarding it, I'm afraid it will be missed by thieves.

"Probably tomorrow!" Liu Xing replied.

Tomorrow is the market. Although his rice noodle shop will not open, it can be used to sell other items, such as bamboo products, and earn some small money for living expenses.

"That's good. My wife and I are leaving in two days. I don't want to stay in this wonton shop anymore. No one will show you the shop." Wang Jiachang took out a bunch of keys and took down one of them: "You don't know, in order to run this wonton shop, I still have [-] shops in this market that haven't collected the rent yet!"

"What?" Liu Xing thought he heard it wrong.

My dear, the rent of thirteen stores... These are typical fucking charterers and charterers!

No wonder he didn't care to run a wonton shop, and gave away all the tables, chairs, benches, and kitchen utensils inside. It turns out that the inside story is here.

Although he picked up a bargain today, Wang's factory's invisible pretense almost reached his waist. He originally transferred the wonton shop because of the poor management of these two people.

Where did I think of...the reason for this is here.

Liu Xing really didn't want to complain.

It wasn't until the chartered parents-in-law had left that he came back to his senses: "Oh, I'm so angry!"

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back home.

As soon as the bicycle stopped, his father, Liu Dageng, appeared behind Liu Xing: "How did you talk with the owner of the soy sauce shop?"

"It's okay!" Liu Xing replied.

"Oh! You child, what does it mean to be okay, please tell me carefully!" Father Liu Dageng became anxious when he heard the words.

Buying and selling dustpans is related to the livelihood of the future family. If he doesn't ask clearly, he will be a little worried.

"How can I explain it carefully! It's okay, it means that Sister Zhang asked us to send the dustpan we made, and she paid me all the money!" Liu Xing couldn't help laughing seeing his father's anxious look.

For him, this matter is a matter of course, and there is no need to worry about it at all.

"Paid all the money?" Liu Dageng rubbed his hands together: "Where is it, show me quickly, don't receive fake money."

"You simply said that it should be handed over to the national treasury. It would be better if you don't worry about spending so much money on a child!" Liu Xing replied helplessly.

"Haha...haha..." Liu Dageng laughed dryly.

This Liu Xing has become more and more intelligent recently, and he actually knows what is in his heart.

"Here is the money." Liu Xing took out 600 yuan from his body and handed it to his father: "Sister Zhang mentioned the price of the dustpan to two yuan each. This time I gave 800 at once, but I can only give you 600 now. , because I need to make a lot of dustpans in the future, I have to spend money to buy some professional tools from the blacksmith, you should agree to this?"

"I agree, I agree, but do the tools of the bamboo craftsman need so much money?" Liu Dageng counted the 600 yuan that Liu Xing handed over, and casually asked the doubts in his heart.

After all, the price in 93 was only two yuan for a kitchen knife. If he didn't ask clearly, he really couldn't accept it.

Liu Xing replied: "Dad, you are so picky, you don't even want to spend money on tools. The craftsman's craftsmanship is extensive and profound. Do you know how many tools are in the whole set?"

(End of this chapter)