dognovel Chapter 6, First Guest: Landlord Old Zhao
Chapter 6, First Guest: Landlord Old Zhao
"Hey, I can let go now."
Feeling the gazes from those around her, Gao Xin's cheeks flushed slightly.
"Sorry, I got a little excited."
Wang Yang withdrew his hand, his mind preoccupied with calculating the possibility of acquiring the second-level agency rights for Muda.
Foreign-invested enterprises are riding the wave of the times; countless bigwigs will rise to prominence on this wave and become leaders of the era.
Wang Yang could be one of them.
After establishing channels for privately-made motorcycles and accumulating start-up capital, Wang Yang's entrepreneurial goal will be to acquire the secondary agency rights for Mutian.
"You're still the same as when you were in school; you always get very focused when you encounter something that interests you."
As Gao Xin watched Wang Yang deep in thought, the seed of emotion that had been buried in her heart for many years and had not yet been spoken began to sprout.
Wang Yang is still the same Wang Yang, serious and focused in his work, exuding masculine charm that is captivating.
The two continued chatting, getting along well, but both were thinking about other things.
Gao Xin liked Wang Yang back then, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Now, having met Wang Yang again, the seed in my heart has sprouted anew.
But Gao Xin was very conflicted.
What kind of person is Wang Yang now, and how does he view himself now?
Gao Xin couldn't say it back then, and she's still just as uncertain now.
Wang Yang, on the other hand, was thinking about the future and how to plan to secure the second-tier agency rights.
People who mature early often mature late. In his second life, Wang Yang failed to notice Gao Xin's emotional changes.
"Hey, my stomach's been upset for the past couple of days, it's really weird."
About ten minutes later, Liu Hui came back excitedly and continued to slurp up the remaining snail rice noodles.
As Liu Hui ate, he sensed something was wrong; the two of them had more snail rice noodles left in their bowls than he did.
Are you guys even properly slurping your noodles?
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The streets were bustling with handsome young men and beautiful young women, and people were coming and going.
There weren't many customers at Wang's Grocery Store. Wang Jiande yawned, having nothing to do.
Zhang's Grocery Store across the street was packed with customers and piled high with bicycles.
The Zhang family members were busy working inside and out.
Before setting off, Wang Yang decided to go home to let his parents know so they wouldn't worry.
"Landlord, business is tough these days. If the rent goes up, I really won't be able to survive."
However, as soon as Wang Yang returned to the repair shop, he heard his father Wang Jiande's loud voice.
"Oh, it's Uncle Zhao. Are you here to discuss the contract today?"
Wang Yang recognized the man as Zhao Desheng, the landlord of Wang's Auto Repair Shop.
Besides the Wang family's shop, Zhao Desheng also owned seven or eight other shops, making him a well-known figure on Chun'an Street.
At the beginning of the year, Zhao Desheng needed to take the contracts and discuss contract renewals with various shop owners.
"Oh, it's A-Yang. You're young and quick-witted, so you be the judge."
"I'm pretty generous; among the landlords on this street, I've raised the price the least."
When Zhao Desheng saw Wang Yang, he quickly greeted him and explained that he wanted to raise the rent.
After the Southern Tour speeches, market vitality was activated, and the first to reap the benefits of this era were the shop landlords who raised rents.
As long as the landlord keeps raising the rent, no matter how much money the shop makes, it's all just working for the landlord.
"Ah Yang, it's not that your dad is stingy, but the price increases by five yuan per square meter every month. Our 28 square meters is still too much."
Wang Jiande looked worried, finding the rent a burden.
If the Wang family's auto repair shop had the same business volume as before, it wouldn't need to be so calculating.
But now all the business has been taken away by Zhang's auto repair shop across the street. Wang Yang still wants to start his own business, and Wang Wen still wants to study. The Wang family can't afford much money anymore.
"Father, don't worry, let's sign it first. Everyone needs a place to stay."
Wang Yang nodded, indicating that Wang Jiande should renew the contract.
Zhao Desheng's proposed price increase is within a reasonable range, and is even less than the market price, which is already very considerate of the Wang family.
"You're such a sensible kid. I wish my brat was half as sensible as you."
Zhao Desheng was very happy. He took out his yellowed paper and pen and began to write a new contract.
"Did Jiahao upset you again? Didn't you open a general store for him?"
A glint of light flashed in Wang Yang's eyes as he asked.
Wang Yang remembered that Zhao Desheng had a son named Zhao Jiahao.
Everyone on Chun'an Street knows that Zhao Jiahao is a spendthrift who spends all his time fooling around.
In order to get Zhao Jiahao back on track, Zhao Desheng cut off Zhao Jiahao's allowance and made him run a grocery store, where he could spend whatever he earned.
"Don't even mention it! That brat, he actually sold it off to the general store!"
"I could have just sold it, but I went to Shenzhen and spent all the money. Then I saw that all the young people there were riding motorcycles, so I came back and asked for money to buy a motorcycle."
When Zhao Jiahao was mentioned, Zhao Desheng looked helpless.
Ultimately, it's his son's fault; he bears some responsibility for the family's extravagant spending.
"Motorcycle? These things aren't cheap."
Wang Yang seized upon the key words and steered the conversation toward motorcycles.
In Wang Yang's memory, Zhao Jiahao even staged a suicide attempt to get a motorcycle, leaving the entire Chun'an Street in awe.
"Of course! The cheapest ones cost three or four thousand, and you can't even buy them. You have to pay extra if you want to. Can you believe it?"
Zhao Desheng looked indignant, clearly having researched the motorcycle market.
There are very few cheap motorcycles on the market.
You either have to spend more money to buy a more expensive motorcycle, or you have to bribe your way into getting a cheaper one.
It would cost a lot of extra money, which was what annoyed Zhao Desheng.
Zhao Desheng wasn't short of money; he just wanted to save money wherever possible and didn't want to spend extra.
"Uncle Zhao, what if I could get you a cheap motorcycle?"
Seeing that Zhao Desheng was interested in buying a motorcycle, Wang Yang quickly tried to sell him his own motorcycle.
Even though Wang Yang hasn't finished making it yet, he's determined to secure customer orders regardless of whether he has stock on hand.
Orders are king.
"You? It's not that I look down on you, but motorcycles are in short supply. I've asked a lot of friends, and they all want to pay extra. Don't joke around."
Zhao Desheng didn't believe Wang Yang at all, thinking that Wang Yang was joking.
Zhao Desheng had asked many people and traveled to many places but had not been able to get it done. What made Wang Yang think he could do it?
Could it be that Wang Yang, a mere child, is more capable than those successful people Zhao Desheng has connections with online?
That's simply a fantasy.
"A flat price of 800, pay a 200 deposit first, and I'll drive the motorcycle to your door within three days."
"Hey, you're pretty confident, kid."
Zhao Desheng's mind raced; no matter how he calculated it, eight hundred yuan was a fair bargain.
"Uncle Zhao, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Besides, you know where I live. You can run away, but you can't hide. Do you think I'd just take the money and run?"
Wang Yang added fuel to the fire at the opportune moment, offering words of advice while Zhao Desheng was pondering the matter.
Wang Yang was determined to win this deal.
"Since that's the case, then I'll give you a chance."
"But you'd better hurry, my little rascal keeps nagging me, it's driving me crazy."
Zhao Desheng nodded, took out two hundred yuan from his wallet, and stuffed it into Wang Yang's hand.
Although Zhao Desheng didn't believe Wang Yang could do it, eight hundred yuan wouldn't hurt, so he figured he might as well give it a try.
On the dark blue paper, there are relief portraits of four leaders.
This was the first money Wang Yang had ever earned.