Leisurely Taoyuan

Chapter 311 Opening a Milk Tea Shop Has a Promise

It turns out that the antique business also has off-season and peak season. In previous years, the off-season did not come so quickly. It seems that this year, the situation of the antique industry is not very good.

Wang Xiaoyu understood, and said: "Boss Zhang, if you have ancient ceramics in the future, you can keep them for me. I want them anytime, and the price I give will definitely satisfy you!"

Zhang Dajian was very grateful and said hurriedly: "Thank you, thank you!"

Zhang Dajian had been busy selling ancient ceramics just now, and he didn't notice Zhang Qiang behind Wang Xiaoyu.

At this moment, Zhang Qiang's head popped out, and he called timidly: "Dad!"

When Zhang Dajian saw it, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and cursed loudly: "Stinky boy, you dare to come back!"

He grabbed a broom casually and chased after Zhang Qiang. Zhang Qiang was so frightened that he ran away.

Zhang Dajian kept chasing after him, and the two ran around the house one after the other.

Wang Xiaoyu didn't know the reason, why the father and son seemed to have enmity, no wonder Zhang Qiang was called to come over earlier, but he didn't want to.

Zhang Dajian had no intention of stopping. He chased and yelled: "You brat, you are so brave that you dare to steal my old things from the bottom of the box and sell them to make money to pick up girls! Oh, why am I so angry?" You prodigal son, today I must beat you to death!"

Wang Xiaoyu also knew about Zhang Qiang stealing antiques to help sister Yan open a milk tea shop.

Zhang Qiang grew fat and ran very hard. His butt was hit twice by a broom, and he screamed in pain, begging for mercy while running: "Dad, please don't hit me, please listen to my explanation!"

"Excuse me, you little pervert, even your father is planning to pick up girls. I don't have a son like you, so I'll kick you out right now!"

Zhang Dajian exerted a lot of strength and took a quick step. The broom swung loudly above his head and swept directly towards Zhang Qiang's forehead.

If it is swept, Zhang Qiang's head will definitely be in trouble.

Wang Xiaoyu quickly jumped out and reached out to grab the broom in mid-air.

Zhang Dajian pumped hard, but he couldn't pull it out. He stared and shouted: "Brother Xiaoyu, let go, I won't beat this kid to death today, my name Zhang Dajian is written backwards!"

Zhang Dajian was very angry. After all, he was reluctant to sell the old stuff in the press box. Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiang secretly stole it and sold it.

"Boss Zhang, just listen to Zhang Qiang's explanation, maybe he's right!" Wang Xiaoyu persuaded.

Zhang Dajian was still blowing his beard and staring, but slowly put down the broom in his hand.

Glaring at Zhang Qiang fiercely, he said: "You boy, explain it carefully. If you can't convince me, I will blow your ass open today!"

Only then did Zhang Qiang stand still, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and explained: "Dad, I stole that old thing of yours to open a milk tea shop with my girlfriend!"

If you don't talk about it, it's enough, and Zhang Dajian is even more angry when you talk about it.

"You brat, you're going to piss me off to death! I've always hoped that you could inherit the mantle in the future, but you actually ran to open a milk tea shop. Are you going to be successful?"

Zhang Qiang disagreed, and muttered: "Who says opening a milk tea shop is worthless!"

Seeing Zhang Qiang talk back, Zhang Dajian became even angrier: "Hey, why don't you accept it? Opening an antique shop, it doesn't matter if it doesn't open. Once it opens, it will last for three years. How much does it cost to sell a cup of milk tea? Can it be compared with opening an antique shop? "

Zhang Qiang was dissatisfied, and asked back without thinking: "You said you can make a lot of money by opening an antique shop, why can't you let go of the blame recently!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiang dared to hate him, Zhang Dajian jumped up angrily: "Stinky boy, you dare to expose your old man's scar?"

Then he hesitated and said: "This year, this year, the market is not good. To survive this year, making money is a matter of minutes!"

This time, Zhang Qiang became more courageous and said: "It doesn't matter whether the market is good or not, you can make money at any time!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qiang took out a small notebook from his trouser pocket and handed it to Zhang Dajian: "Dad, look, this is our milk tea shop's income for this month!"

Zhang Dajian disdains: "Cut, it's just the few dime you earn..."

Although he said so on his lips, he still inadvertently opened the small book in his hand.

Just glanced at it, and suddenly his eyes widened.

Pointing to the final turnover figure, he shouted: "This, this... I read it right, right, earning 200 million a month?"

Zhang Daqiang nodded and said, "Dad, you read that right, Sister Yan and I earned 200 million from selling milk tea last month!"

"This..." Zhang Dajian's tongue was swollen, "Why are there so many? You didn't coax me, did you?"

He was shocked. After all, he couldn't make so much money selling antiques for a month on average.

Zhang Qiang proudly said: "Dad, I didn't coax you! It's true. Milk tea shops are a huge profiteering industry. In addition, Xiaoyu supplies us with very high-quality ugly fruits. A cup of milk tea in ordinary stores costs 10 yuan. Our store It can be sold for 20 yuan, 30 yuan, and the supply exceeds demand every day, so it is not difficult to earn 200 million yuan a month!"

Zhang Dajian was still stunned, and Wang Xiaoyu said: "Boss Zhang, what Zhang Qiang said is right, they can indeed earn so much money a month. Last month, they bought fruits from me, and they cost tens of thousands of yuan!"

Zhang Dajian was strongly shocked in his heart, because this subverted his cognition a bit!
All along, he thought that opening an antique shop would be the most profitable, but he never thought that opening a small milk tea shop would earn more than him.

He slumped on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

At this time, Zhang Qiang had already taken out a bank card and solemnly handed it to him.

"Dad, there are 200 million in the card. It's the money my sister Yan and I made this month. You take it first. When I make money later, I'll get it for you. It's the treasure that you paid for! I, I I really don’t want to sell antiques in this life, I just want to sell milk tea with Sister Yan, I hope you can help me!” Zhang Qiang said eagerly.

Suddenly, Zhang Dajian stood up suddenly from his seat, which shocked Zhang Qiang a lot.

He looked excited, put his hands on Zhang Qiang's shoulders, and said excitedly: "Son, you don't need to pay back the money, just pretend that your father supports you in opening a milk tea shop!"

Zhang Qiang thought he had heard it wrong, and with a look of astonishment, he shouted, "Dad...you agreed..."

Zhang Dajian completely figured it out, and nodded solemnly: "Yes, I agree! Opening milk tea is much more promising than opening an antique shop!"

Zhang Qiang was overjoyed and laughed cheerfully.

Hehe, making money is the way to go!Thanks to Xiaoyu, without Xiaoyu, he would not be where he is today!
Zhang Dajian stroked Zhang Qiang's head affectionately, and praised complacently: "I'll just say, how can my son of Zhang Dajian be worse than others! You are promising, and dad's face is also bright. Cough, let's talk This milk tea shop is really making money, why don't I close the antique shop and open a milk tea shop with you?"

Zhang Qiang and Wang Xiaoyu shook their hands almost at the same time: "Don't, don't!"

Zhang Qiang thought this way in his heart, he opened a shop with his wife, what do you, an old man, come here to mix up!Better not close the antique shop!
Wang Xiaoyu had his own plans, and said, "Boss Zhang, you can't. You closed the antique shop. Whose house should I buy ancient pottery in the future?"

After thinking for a while, he said, "In this way, from now on, you will only collect ancient ceramics and sell them to me. I guarantee that you will not lose money!"

The ancient ceramics have not yet been received, but they have already been ordered by others.Zhang Dajian was very happy, and said with a smile: "Okay, there is no problem at all!"

Seeing that it was almost noon, Zhang Dajian insisted on pulling Wang Xiaoyu to have dinner together.Wang Xiaoyu couldn't refuse, so he stayed.

Because the antique shop is still open for business, so I didn't eat outside restaurants.Zhang Dajian directly ordered a lot of takeaways, which were quite rich.The three of them ate at the antique shop and had a great time.

When Wang Xiaoyu was eating, he accidentally saw someone moving outside, as if someone was deliberately spying on the situation in the shop, so he paid more attention.

(End of this chapter)