Siheyuan: leading the elder brother to live a well-off life

There are two ways to start a small business in this era. The first is to take the goods and sell them in the streets and alleys. This method has a little risk and is easy to be reported. Once reported, it is possible Being caught, this behavior is called speculation.

The second is to rent a public stall and obtain a business license. Although the term business license is not yet popular in this era, if you want to sell something, you must rent a stall at a place approved by the government to be honest. Doing business.

If it was two years ago, this would not work. Due to the spy incident and market changes last year, this self-employment model was gradually implemented.

Now if you want to get a stall, you have to get the approval from the street office first, then go to the market to communicate, and finally you can set up a stall after the stall is down.

Wang Jianhua rode a bicycle to the street office, went straight to Zhang Qiuxia's office and walked over.

"Ouch! Wang Gong, rare guest!" Zhang Qiuxia greeted her warmly, as if seeing an old friend she hadn't seen for decades.

Wang Jianhua gave his son a hand, and Zhang Qiuxia owed him this affection.

Wang Jianhua smiled and said, "Sister Zhang, I have something to ask you this time."

Zhang Qiuxia said: "Although Wang Gong opened his mouth, what do we say that we can't ask for? It's too outlandish!"

Wang Jianhua said with a smile: "Then I will not be polite!"

Wang Jianhua said with a smile: "Didn't my brother resign from the rolling mill now? Now he is selling vegetables in the streets. I wonder if I can get a stall for him. I don't want my brother to be accused of speculation, right?" !"

Zhang Qiuxia poured a glass of water for Wang Jianhua, and said with a smile, "It's a bit difficult to handle! It's easy to handle here, mainly because which market do you want to go to?"

"Dongdan, Xidan, Chaoyang, Wangfujing, our street office can only issue approvals for these four markets at present!"

"It's easy to get the approval slip, but the main reason is that the stalls are not easy to arrange. I don't know anyone who manages the market, otherwise I can go and say hello."

After the task was over, Zhang Dalong directly rated a fifth-level welder. Such progress made Zhang Qiuxia give her a thumbs up. She didn't expect Wang Jianhua to be so interesting.

So today Wang Jianhua came to beg himself, and he had to deal with this matter no matter what.

Wang Jianhua said with a smile: "Sister Zhang, you just need to open a ticket for me. I will go to the market by myself. Although I am an engineer, I still have some friends."

Zhang Qiuxia wrote a note to Wang Jianhua: "Go to Dongdan, the market in Dongdan is big, there are many stalls, and there is a lot of traffic."

"Okay, I'll go to Dongdan Market to have a look. It's a bit late today. I guess everyone is off work. Let's run early tomorrow."

Holding the approval slip, Wang Shuai rode his bicycle towards the direction of Yi Jiangnan.

In terms of social relations, he is really blank. The only people he knows are those gangsters, but what can gangsters do?

Zhong Yuemin from the military compound had some energy, but he jumped in line, so Zhang Haiyang was fine too, he didn't know Zhang Haiyang well, besides, he had already left to join the army and serve the country, Li Yuanchao?The reputation is quite big, but it's a pity that I don't know him well.

There is also a little bastard who is so badass that he can't be cured. He fights with the people in the military compound with a knife all day long. He and the little bastard are quite familiar, but if you want to rely on him to do things, you can't...

Jiang Hua only recently returned to Yi Jiangnan.

In the past six months, there have been more and more small private restaurants on the market.

Wang Jianhua walked east from Wangfujing's Xitou car, and saw no less than thirty houses, but Qin Changchuan still didn't change his damn rules.

However, Yi Jiangnan has surprisingly many returning customers. The evening market has not yet started, and Yi Jiangnan's tables have already been booked.

"Ouch! Mr. Wang, long time no see!"

Seeing Wang Jianhua coming, Jin Bo took Wang Jianhua's bicycle.

"Jin Bo, it's been a long time. How are you doing recently?"

Jin Bo said with a smile: "Thanks to Wang Gong, life is much better, and I bought a house for my son at the foot of the city wall!"

"Hahaha, that's fine, the days will get better and better in the future! I'll go up first!"

After exchanging polite words with Jin Bo, Wang Shuai went straight to the kitchen on the third floor.

Qin Changchuan was still wearing a black chef's uniform and leaning against the corner of the wall, staring at the apprentice cooking there without blinking, reprimanding him from time to time, and occasionally kicking him.

He has now become a master master of the 60s standard.

Seeing Wang Jianhua coming, Qin Changchuan was taken aback for a moment, then greeted him with a smile: "Wang Jianhua, do you know how to cook Cantonese cuisine, the more beautiful the better?"

Wang Jianhua was also stunned.

Why doesn't this guy play his cards according to the routine!

Shouldn't it be a long-awaited reunion to give myself a big hug, and then start reminiscing about the old days?

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Qin Changchuan said: "The Yanbinlou Restaurant is going to be sold out, and now we are looking for someone to take it over. I think a few of us will sell it and open a restaurant that serves Cantonese cuisine. You will be the chef and manage the place over there!"

"Banquet building?"

"What are you kidding!"

"On the top of a banquet building, you have ten Reminiscences of Jiangnan. We want to sell the Yanbin building with only a few of us. You can dream,"

"Where is Jiang Hua, I have something to do with him!"

Qin Changchuan pointed to the room.

Wang Jianhua pushed open the door of the cutting and serving room, and saw Qin Changchuan was shredding potatoes inside, and Ding Qiunan was helping him peel the potatoes. The picture of the two standing there without saying a word was quite inconsistent.

Wang Jianhua said: "The two of you really have a lot of time to cut up potato shreds here!"

Jiang Hua put down the knife in his hand: "How about going to the old man's house? Did your son-in-law satisfy the old man!"

"Don't mention it!" Wang Jianhua shook his head subconsciously: "My father-in-law, give me a blow as soon as we meet!"

"He asked me to earn 50000 yuan in half a year, otherwise he would not agree to our marriage!"

"No, did I come to ask you for help?"

As Wang Jianhua said, he handed over the note issued by the street office.

After looking at it, Jiang Hua nodded and said, "Dongdan Market? What are you selling?"

"Sell vegetables, this thing sells well in four seasons!"

Jiang Hua nodded: "I can really manage the Dongdan market. I'll give him a call. You can go to him tomorrow with the approval slip. It's just that the rent over there is a bit expensive. I'll go and ask you!"

Jiang Hua went downstairs to make a phone call.

In the past six months, Forty-Nine City has changed a lot.

The more obvious point is that the serial number of telephones has become popular, and most stores have telephones, which is much more convenient for finding people and ordering.

After a while, Jiang Hua came up: "Tomorrow you go to the Dongdan Market Office to find a man named Jiang Tao. He is my cousin. I will explain to him."

"He will reserve a golden shop for you in the third district of Dongdan Market. The monthly rent is 150 yuan. You can go and see the location before deciding whether to pay or not!"

"If you decide to rent it, leave the rest to him. He heard me mention you, so you don't have to be polite to him!"

Jiang Hua said: "By the way, is the money in your hand enough? I have it here!"

Wang Jianhua waved his hand: "That's enough, I still have hundreds of dollars left to spend, thank you brother, I'll go first!"

Wang Jianhua stomped downstairs.

Qin Changchuan yelled: "Whether the Yanbin Building is packed or not, don't let your cooking skills be ruined!"

Wang Jianhua replied: "Let's talk about it after earning enough money!"

……

night!

Wang Jianhua carefully put his elder nephew into Wang Jianguo's homemade crib, and went back to the west room to lie down.

It is absolutely impossible to earn 5 yuan in half a year by selling vegetables. Although he has a system, he only has one land after all, and his daily production capacity is limited.

If there are too many shipments, such a large source of goods, if someone finds out, it is also a problem to investigate thoroughly.

In this era, it doesn't matter to speculate on anything, but don't speculate on people's hearts.

Wang Jianhua, who was lying on the bed, spent 200 yuan to plant a field of potatoes.

(One farm is calculated as ten mu.)
Potatoes take 8 hours to ripen.

The potatoes will be collected tomorrow morning.

There is still 400+ left over from the dishes sold to the rolling mill last time, which is just enough for the start-up capital of this business.

"Let's resign from the rolling mill job tomorrow, or my brother can't do it alone!"

"Correct!"

"Let's plan this way first, and leave the rest to Jiang Hua to deal with!"

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(To be continued)