"Mr. Zhu, the owner of the shop that I was interested in yesterday agreed to change hands, and also offered to reduce the rent by one tael of silver per month. You can sign the contract now."
Early on the next morning, Fang Ya ran to the Huaihou Mansion with a red face and told Zhu Ping'an the good news with spittle.
"Is there such a good thing?"
Zhu Pingan came to the outer courtyard from the inner courtyard. After hearing the news about Fang Ya, he was surprised. There are still people who take the initiative to lower the rent these days?
Then Zhu Pingan nodded with a smile, hung the money bag in his hand on his waist, and followed Fang Ya out of the Linhuai Marquis Mansion.
In the distant yard, Baozi's maid Hua'er peeked out half of her head from behind a bush of blooming roses. Her big eyes were moving, and her collagen-filled Baozi face was curious and nervous at the same time. She looked at the direction Zhu Ping'an left like a lady caught in an act of seduction.
My uncle just asked his sister to borrow a hundred taels of silver.
My sister gave it to my uncle without even asking. What if my uncle imitates others outside and goes out to drink wine or go to some shady place?
Now Du Guye in the Hou Mansion is now the youngest fifth-rank official in the Ming Dynasty. His future is unlimited, and many girls in the mansion look at him in the wrong way.
Even Zicuckoo, the eldest girl next to the old lady, seems to have something wrong recently.
That's one hundred taels of silver, so I'm not worried at all.
If my uncle goes out to flirt with women again, my sister will definitely be sad.
no.
I have to go take a look and help my sister watch my uncle.
Don't let my uncle do something wrong.
With the idea of treating illnesses and saving people, Baozi Maid nodded firmly, and then clumsily stopped far behind Zhu Pingan and Fang Ya.
Although he was clumsy, fortunately he was far enough away that Zhu Pingan didn't notice.
Of course, it was also a pity that Liu Mu and Liu Dadao went to the city gate to pick up Liu Dachui and the others early in the morning today and did not follow Zhu Ping'an. Otherwise, with the poor tracking skills of Baozi Maid, Liu Mu and Liu Dadao would have been beaten by Liu Mu and Liu Dadao all the time. An old hunter who hunts in the mountains has discovered it more than ten times.
It was already past eight o'clock in the morning. The Xinghuamen city gates were wide open, allowing traffic to pass. Cars were flowing like dragons and people were flowing, and the scene was prosperous.
Fang Ya was half a step behind Zhu Ping'an, and they walked towards Xinghua Gate together, ready to go to the shop to sign the contract. This shop was in the layout of a front shop and a backyard, and the owner lived in the backyard.
Fang Ya had already negotiated with the landlord yesterday afternoon. It was agreed that the three parties would meet this morning and then directly sign the contract.
After finalizing the contract, Fang Ya was in a happy mood and walked all the way to introduce nearby shops to Zhu Pingan.
For example, the owner of this store is very stingy. He not only deducts wages from the store clerks, but also often sells goods at a discount. You must be careful when you patronize this store in the future.
For example, that shop was robbed last time, and even the vases in the shop were emptied.
Another example is the opening of this restaurant before. They invited five or six Hu Ji with big breasts and big butts from outside the Great Wall. They danced barefoot and with their navels exposed, twisting their butts. They were a hundred times more immoral than the Dongcheng Yao Sister, but Fang Ya said these words When he was watching, Zhu Pingan clearly saw his Adam's apple surging and swallowed, obviously salivating over the scene of Hu Ji dancing at that time.
As Zhu Pingan walked, he nodded and responded softly.
Orchid dance, well, is probably the belly dance of the Western Regions, which is an Arabic-style dance in the Middle East. Even in modern times, this kind of sexy and charming belly dance can easily be associated with sex. In ancient times, it was normal for it to be considered immoral.
Um.
When they opened, they invited Hu Ji to dance. Haha, it seems that ancient restaurants also knew some marketing techniques.
but.
Still rough.
It seems that it is time for you to see real marketing.
Zhu Ping'an curled his lips slightly and stepped forward. Under the sun, the boy's bright smile almost dazzled people's eyes.
This is the street where the finalized shop is located. There are shops on both sides of the street, including pubs, inns, cloth shops, teahouses, pen, ink, paper and inkstone shops, etc. In front of the shops, there are also stalls selling farm products and fruits along the street. There are people selling candied haws, fortune telling... Although the stalls are doing good business, the stall owners are vying to attract customers.
At the foot of the imperial capital, there is a lot of energy and energy.
There are a lot of people on the street, high and low, and everyone's face is filled with the yearning for a better life.
Next to the street is the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal, which leads to the inner city river in the city. Boats pass by on the wide river, one after the other. The boatmen shout and shake their oars. There are trackers on the bank singing tunes and pulling fiber. On the simple dock It was piled high with goods, and the laborers carried the goods bare-chested and unloaded them nervously and orderly.
There is a stone arch bridge in front of the dock area, spanning the inner city river and connecting the two banks. The stone arch bridge is not as grand as the Zhaozhou Bridge, but it is taller and taller. The bridge opening is high and wide enough, and it does not affect the passage of inland river ships at all.
People come and go on the bridge, and boats come and go under the bridge, making the flow of people on this side of the arch bridge particularly large.
Just a few steps after passing the arch bridge, Fang Ya pointed to a shop and reminded Zhu Ping'an, "Master Zhu, look, this is the shop."
Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked along Fang Ya's fingers. This was a shop with two rooms in width, approximately sixty square meters.
This is a pastry shop.
You can smell a sweet smell from far away. This smell reminds Zhu Ping'an of the Fujialin Pastry Shop not far from the university gate when he was in college.
This is a very classic pastry shop with antique decoration. The store shelves are filled with all kinds of pastries, such as steamed cheese with sugar, steamed chestnut flour cake with osmanthus sugar, Ruyi cake, acacia cake, and lucky fruit.
However, although there are many varieties, the business of this pastry shop is relatively deserted. In the Xinghuamen area where people come and go, this shop looks out of place.
Zhu Ping took a steady look at the wooden signs inserted behind the various pastries, and he roughly understood why the store's business was deserted.
The price is too expensive.
The price of any kind of pastry is more expensive than beef and mutton, obviously only the upper class can afford it. However, most of the people coming and going on the street were ordinary people, as well as hardworking laborers and trackers, and only a few passing merchants and wealthy people.
The object is positioned incorrectly.
In the city of Beijing, the east city is rich and the west city is noble! Xuanwu is poor, while Chongwen is poor!
If this pastry shop were opened in the wealthy areas of Dongcheng and Xicheng, the business might be very different.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head slightly, followed Fang Ya across the front door of the store, and walked into the back yard of the store from the corner door on the side.
The backyard is cleanly decorated, with flowers, grass, and a clump of bamboo.
Entering the backyard, a flash of red caught Zhu Pingan's eyes...
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