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Chapter 1897 Lingzi couldn't stand the loneliness and started something again
"Boss Bao, you..."

"Boss Wu, please don't be so polite all the time. Just call me A-Bao!"

Just when Qilin Club was preparing to make some small move, Wu Mingfan had no idea about this matter at all and was still on the phone with Abao. After more than 20 minutes, there was really nothing to talk about.

Just cut to the chase.

"Abao, what are you talking about? We are friends after all, so just say it directly!"

"Uh... this is indeed a small matter!"

There were not many people in Tokyo during the day. Abao was a little embarrassed to speak while holding the phone, and couldn't help but glance at Lingzi next to him.

At this moment, Lingzi's face was full of expectation, her eyes were full of desire, and there was even a hint of happiness in them, because her wish in this life was about to come true.

It was worth it that she had tortured Abao for so many days!
"If there's anything I can help with, please feel free to ask!" Wu Mingfan knew that he would never come to his place for no reason.

Unable to withstand Lingzi's gaze, Abao asked first. "Didn't you buy Jin Meilin before? Do you want to continue working in the catering industry, or do you have any other plans?"

"I plan to open a teahouse so that my business partners will have a place to chat in the future~"

Although he didn't know what Abao was planning, Wu Mingfan did not hide the fact that he did have the idea of ​​opening a teahouse, but he just hadn't found the time to decorate it. He didn't want to make it a mass brand and mainly wanted it to be a private club, often used to entertain partners.

Now the restaurant is still in business. Although Du Honggen's intimidation is gone, the Mingfan Group is no pushover. Naturally, all the hospitality is kept within the family, making the business seem even more prosperous than before.

I'm a little reluctant to spend it. It's too easy to make money. This month's entertainment expenses have dropped by several percentage points.

"Oh... opening a teahouse, when will it open?" A Bao said and looked at Lingzi again, as if he was helpless. Others had already made plans and he had no way to deal with it.

Lingzi was also anxious.

He simply snatched the phone from Abao's hand.

"Hey..." A Bao was caught off guard when his phone was snatched away and was about to reach out to take it back.

Lingzi dodged and then said, "Mr. Wu, I'm Lingzi, sorry to bother you!"

"You have a big family and you can open a teahouse anywhere. Can you rent Jin Meilin to me? I want to open another branch of Ye Dongjing on Huanghe Road~"

That's right. As Lingzi watched Abao making a lot of money and his net worth skyrocket, her sense of crisis became stronger and stronger. She felt that she was 36 years old this year and definitely could not compare to those young girls, so she wanted to further prove her own worth.

She wants to make Night Tokyo bigger and stronger!

After listening to Lingzi's words, Wu Mingfan complained about the "debt collector" in his heart, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He touched his nose and organized his words.

"Ms. Lingzi, I have to give face to Abao and Uncle, but everyone in Huanghe Road knows Jin Meilin's situation. It can be said that he is making a fortune every day!"

"Friendship is friendship, business is business. I am the most afraid of trouble, so I have no intention of renting it out..."

Lingzi was anxious and said, "You have to rent it!"
Then I subconsciously prepared to bring out my biggest backer, Abao. This is also a habit I have developed in the past two years.

"Mr. Wu, you..."

"Let me finish what I'm saying!" Wu Mingfan's tone was a little stiff and he was unhappy. How could he not be polite at all?

"Uh... Mr. Wu, please go ahead!"

"I don't plan to rent it out. Those small things don't mean much!"

Lingzi was anxious again when she heard this, but she had to hold it in after learning the lesson just now. Wu Mingfan continued. "But for your sake, I'll just sell this place to you in one go~"

Originally, the matter was all but over, but unexpectedly, there was a silver lining and a smile instantly appeared on Lingzi's face again.

This is a pleasant surprise!

"Mr. Wu, what price are you going to sell it for?"

Lingzi sat on the chair, looking nonchalant and fearless.

The main reason was that Wu Mingfan had only spent 50 yuan to buy Jin Meilin, so even if it was or yuan more, it would be enough. She had saved some money in her own piggy bank over the years, so she could probably take out more than yuan, and Abao could help her make up the rest.

"One price, 500 million!"

In 92, this price was absolutely astronomical. After all, in other provincial capitals in the mainland, some people with a monthly income of 500 yuan are worthy of boasting. It is absolutely unimaginable that a restaurant in Shanghai could be sold for million yuan!
But Wu Mingfan definitely did not ask for an exorbitant amount of money. The main reason was that the Jin Meilin business was there. The daily turnover was around 5 yuan, and it could exceed 10 yuan when things were good. There was to percent of net profit there, so it was easy for him to make a few million yuan a year.

Is five million too much?
Absolutely a conscience price!

Because this is Shanghai, the financial and economic center of the country, Huanghe Road is the most prosperous place in the city, with many businessmen coming and going every day. 1000 yuan may be a month's salary, but it is just the cost of a meal for them to entertain. The minimum consumption for the most ordinary private room in a restaurant is 1500 yuan.

In fact, the consumption level of this kind of high-end consumption venue is not much different now than it will be in a few decades, because only a small group of people can afford it.

For example, high-end foreign liquor in a bar may sell for tens of thousands of yuan a bottle decades later, but it still sells for tens of thousands of yuan in this era.

Because in a sense, consumption has been downgraded a few decades later. People with a little spare money can afford it, but in the 90s, only rich people could afford it, which was completely different from the lives of most ordinary people.

It is said that the gap between the rich and the poor is big in later generations, but in the 90s the gap between the rich and the poor was truly frighteningly big!
However, Wu Mingfan thought that the price was very fair, but Lingzi couldn't accept it for a while, because the total investment in the Night Tokyo on Jinxian Road was only a few hundred thousand.

She couldn't come up with five million.

"Mr. Wu, your price is a bit too outrageous. When we first opened the Tokyo store, it only cost a few hundred thousand. And you bought it from Lu Meiling, so you only spent less than 50!"

“Now it’s increased tenfold!”

Lingzi felt a little unhappy for a moment, thinking that Wu Mingfan deliberately didn't want to sell it to her.

"Miss Lingzi, you have to understand one thing. Jinxian Road is incomparable to Huanghe Road. What's more, you are taking over Jin Meilin, which has a stable customer base. It has chefs and waiters. Basically, you just count money every day after you get it!"

"So 500 million is not a lot. If you don't want to buy it, forget it. We don't have time to waste words. I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first..."

Before Wu Mingfan could finish his words, Lingzi interrupted him and stopped him from hanging up.

"Mr. Wu, wait a minute!"

Then he covered the receiver and looked at Abao with an unchanging expression.

Unexpectedly, Abao nodded, meaning that there was nothing wrong with the price.

"Huh~" He let out a breath and smiled again.

"Mr. Wu, I am a frog in a well, but the price is too high. We need to discuss it carefully. Can you give me some time?"

"Okay, of course~"

Wu Mingfan immediately put the matter behind him and devoted all his energy to his Mingfan Plaza, which was the foundation that the Wu family could truly pass on.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)