"I didn't expect that the Kun thief built such a small city outside Guangzhou without making a sound!" Wu Ji sighed.
Huang Xunkun said: "I'm afraid there will be something unbearable in Guangzhou within a few years."
Wu Ji nodded, the expression on his face was very complicated. He seemed excited and scared at the same time. After looking at the building for a long time, he said: "Let's go, let's go do some errands for our little brother first."
Businessmen who came in through the "Business Recruitment" passage followed the sign to the wing on one side. Along the way, a road was blocked with bamboo poles to prevent random walking. Most people had uncontrollable smiles on their faces, as if they could get money if they went in.
The three of them followed the flow of people and walked in. Inside, they saw a large room without partitions. The walls had been painted white and the floor was paved with what the Australians call terrazzo. On the table in the middle of the entrance is a layered plan of the big world, which is colorfully marked with various colors, and the celestial branches and numbers are written in ink in the color blocks.
Many businessmen and shopkeepers who came to participate in the investment promotion were crowded around the table. Some pointed and discussed with the people next to them; some stared at the map in silence; some smiled confidently after taking a few glances.
The wall was also very lively. It turned out that there was a large notice posted on it, with instructions for attracting investment line by line in large Song fonts. Huang Hankun originally had no intention of taking a closer look, but Wu Dai was very interested in it and squeezed past.
The first is the explanation of the meanings of the colors and numbers on the map. The first phase of investment in this big world mainly focuses on the wings on both sides, which are divided into different areas according to the business nature of the store. Each numbered color block on the map is a shop. Depending on the area and location of the shop, the natural rent will be different. Huang Henkun saw that the rental units above were marked with "square meters", and he couldn't help but secretly cursed the thief Kun for becoming more and more rampant.
The following are the restrictive terms for merchants to settle in, such as store opening and closing hours, in-store employment, hygiene requirements, etc. Huang Hankun knows that Australians have almost perverted requirements for hygiene and cleanliness, so he doesn't pay much attention to them. Further down are the "preferential conditions". It turns out that shops that settle in Great World can enjoy the preferential treatment of being exempted from paying rent in the first year and paying half of the rent in the second and third years. This is quite a discount! No wonder. They are building a shop outside the city, and it's unclear how many customers will be willing to come and patronize it.
But look at the crowds in this hall. There are quite a few people who are optimistic about this new market. This Australian really has the ability to confuse people!
Zhang Yu followed them for a long time and saw that the description said "dining area" but did not see the word "tea and food". I felt a little reassured, but looking at the picture description, there was a classification of "food store". Tea and snacks can also be considered food. Thinking about it again, this is a "business invitation", not Australians opening their own shops. What kind of store they open will not be written on it.
You have to ask someone. However, after the senior student and Mr. Huang came in, they just looked around and were not eager to inquire. He was anxious and looked around, but he saw the "negotiation area" not far away. There were people sitting behind a long row of desks, explaining to the people who came to inquire, all of them foaming at the mouth and getting excited. Full.
Zhang Yu saw that they also spoke in Cantonese, so there was probably no need for Mr. Huang from Hainan to translate. After all, he was a young man who was reckless. Feeling worried again, he squeezed through alone.
The queue in front of the table was so long that he couldn't wait. Rely on people's small flexibility. Zhang Yu soon popped up in front of one of the tables. As soon as he opened his mouth and said, "This gentleman--" he heard someone shouting: "You! Get in line!"
Following the roar, a big man with short hair and a short stick hanging from his waist walked over and pointed at Zhang Yu's nose: "Don't cut in line!"
"Don't be so mean. I just want to ask a few questions. It has nothing to do with attracting investment..."
"You have to queue up for anything you ask!" The big man was not accommodating.
If it were in other places, he would never buy it, at least he would give it a lip service. It means that he has had sexual relations with the other party's female elders, but this is Australian territory. He quickly slipped out and got to the end of the queue.
Wu Ji smiled: "You are quite honest today!"
"A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses. We don't know each other well here, but in Guangzhou city, I have to give him a good look." Zhang Yuyu said hard.
Huang Xunkun shook his head and said: "Fortunately, this is Guangzhou, and I can tolerate your reply; if I were in Lingao, I would have dared to say 'no' to you. By now, I would have been tied to the rack and my buttocks would be whipped..."
Zhang Yu was frightened when he heard this, and almost subconsciously touched his butt. Suddenly he saw Chen Shixin flashing past in the crowd, and quickly greeted him: "Shixin!"
I saw him holding a hard clip in his hand and squeezing through the crowd. But he didn't see the big man scolding him. Hearing his greeting, Chen Shixin immediately squeezed over:
"What? Are you coming to the big world too? Is your family planning to do business here too?"
"That's right." Zhang Yu said vaguely, "Why are you here?"
Chen Shixin's father was a painter who worked for others to make a living. Since his family didn't have a shop, they naturally wouldn't come here to attract business.
"I heard that the world is open today, so I came in specifically to take a look and paint by the way. The Australian I met last time taught me a new painting method and gave me painting materials. I want to give it a try."
"What painting? Let me take a look." Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu became very interested. I even forgot about queuing.
"Look!" Chen Shixin actually hid something from everyone in the past. He and the Australian later met several times and learned a lot of "Australian painting" techniques. He showed it to his father, but his father said that it was not "Australian painting" but "Western painting" from France. Although there are differences in small details, the general painting method is the same - his father met him one year when he was working for Franji people in Hao Jing'ao. But this is also a great opportunity for Chen Chixin: Who will teach his son, a craftsman, Franjiren's painting skills for free? For an artist, multiple skills mean multiple meals.
Zhang Yu opened the folder, but was greatly disappointed. It turned out that the paintings on the paper were extremely simple, just a few strokes of outline. Although there are views of the buildings and the big crane in the big world outside, even the sand, stones, garbage, etc. in the square have been drawn in, and every detail has been taken into account. As for the people behind them, they were all various characters in the venue. Although it looks vivid with just a few strokes, it's not pretty at all.
"What kind of painting is this?"
"This is called sketching." Chen Shixin said seriously, "The chief said this is one of the foundations of painting..."
An idea flashed in Zhang Yu's mind and he asked: "So you know Australians in the big world?"
Chen Shixin nodded: "Yes, his surname is Hong..."
Zhang Yu asked anxiously: "Can you take me to see Chief Hong?"
Chen Shixin said in surprise: "Brother Zhang, what do you want to see him for? You don't want to learn painting, and besides, he doesn't eat walnut cakes either..."
Zhang Yu was so anxious that he wanted to kneel down to him, but he couldn't do it in public, so he had to hold his hands and said sincerely: "I have something urgent, and I need to trouble Brother Chen to help me. "
Chen Shixin couldn't figure it out, but they were good friends and couldn't bear to lose face, so he said: "I'll ask for you. If he is willing to see you, I will lead the way for you. How about it?"
"Thank you so much, Brother Chen!" Zhang Yu almost bowed to the end.
At this time, Huang Henkun and Wu Ji also came over. I heard that Chen Shixin could introduce him to meet the Australians directly. Wu Ji frowned and said, "It is still unclear whether we will meet or not. I think you might as well continue to line up here, and he will also It will take a while to arrive, so you can ask the fake Kun here first."
"Yes, the senior is right."
As they were talking, the team had advanced a lot and was about to reach Zhang Yu. The voices of the previous conversation also became clearer.
"If you want to open a barbecue shop, this store location is not suitable. There will be too much fumes and it will affect others. Either you need to change the store, or you can prepare it outside and sell it in."
"You want to open a herbal medicine shop? How many years has this shop been open now? Twenty years? No. If you want to open a medicine shop in the big world, you need at least three generations of inheritance."
"You said your store is a century-old store? Then you need to have the account books over the years to prove it. Are there any posts copied from the county government office? You can get one of these things for three taels of silver. It's useless."
"How many times have I told you, no matter clean or dirty, we don't do flesh and blood business here. Even if you are willing to pay more money."
"Your store is good, and the chief likes the taste of your store. It's no problem for you to get this position. Just fill out the form and prepare to sign the contract."
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The queue reached Zhang Yu's side. Before he could speak, Fake Kun, who was sitting behind the table, said, "What kind of shop do you open?"
This "fake Kun" spoke authentic Guangzhou vernacular and was obviously a local aborigine.
"Walnut cake--" Zhang Yu was caught off guard and opened his mouth to reply.
"Only selling walnut cakes?" "Fake Kun" sitting behind the table frowned, "Can this small business sustain the business? Not selling other tea snacks?"
Zhang Yu quickly asked: "Is there a tea shop in the big world?"
"Of course it's worth it. I don't necessarily have to let you do a separate business." Zhuo Kun said, "Besides, you only make walnut cakes, so we don't have to do it here - it's too simple. Why don't you fill out a form to register first."
Zhang Yu didn't care about this and asked quickly: "Excuse me, Kun - do Australians want to open tea shops themselves?"
"That's not clear," Zhuo Kun suddenly became alert, "Why are you asking this?"
"Nothing, nothing."
"Do you want to register or not? Don't be the next one." "Fake Kun" is full of official accent.
"Let me think about it again..."
Before Zhang Yu finished speaking, "Fake Kun" had already raised his throat: "Next one!"
Zhang Yu squeezed out of the crowd in disappointment, obviously not getting the answer he wanted. As he was wandering around in the room helplessly, he suddenly saw Chen Shixin running in from outside, with excitement on his face: "Brother Zhang Xian, the chief wants to see you!" (To be continued)
