Dressed as cannon fodder and vowing to kick the heroine’s head off

Lin Shanjiang's expression was serious. He stared closely at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to see something from his eyes. His voice was low and powerful, with a hint of imperceptible sarcasm: "Oh? Someone else rented it to you? I don't know how much the rent is?"

His eyes fell on that person, as if he wanted to see through his appearance and his heart.

The old man's clothes were quite old, although they were washed very clean. His hair was also a little dry, his face was haggard, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked a little downcast and out of tune with the people around him.

He lowered his head, not daring to look Lin Shanjiang in the eyes, and said softly: "Yes, someone else rented it to me."

Lin Shanjiang felt something in his heart. This man looked like he was probably being used and deceived.

He deliberately slowed down his speech and made his voice more dignified: "I want to know why you want to rent a shop here?"

The man raised his head, there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, but then he lowered his head and said softly: "Business has been difficult these years, and the lease of the previous shop has expired and cannot be renewed. Later, someone said that there was a new development here and the rent was cheap. Old man, I Just come over.”

Lin Shanjiang's heart sank. Did he overhear it, or did someone deliberately send the message? Are the target groups also targeted?

He looked at the man, then at the crowd behind him, and had an idea: "What's your business?"

There are many people doing business in Yizhou, but there are also many people who cannot afford to rent a shop. Once this matter is resolved, we can bring them together and rent a shop together by subletting counters or subletting areas. Help them grow up.

The old man lowered his head and said softly: "My father's generation was a quilt maker. The young man has no other skills and can only inherit the business of the elders."

Lin Shanjiang smiled and nodded, and asked: "How are your quilts doing? Are there many people making quilts in Yizhou?"

When he mentioned his old trade, the old man's expression relaxed obviously, and a sincere smile appeared on his face: "In terms of quilt making skills, the little old man said he is second, and no one dares to claim first."

Lin Shanjiang also showed a smile: "Not bad! I didn't expect that I am still the best in Yizhou!"

My daughter’s previous idea was to attract the best from all walks of life to the commercial street. Unexpectedly, before I even started, I would be sent to the door by my opponent.

OK, that's great!

The more Old Man Wang chatted, the more relaxed he became: "How can there be such a thing? My father's level is truly outstanding! The quilts he makes are big, thin, and soft! It's a pity that the old man doesn't have enough space, otherwise I really want to have sex with me." Dad, let’s compare!”

"Hey, we're talking about the rent of the shop. Boss Lin, what are you talking about?" A loud voice suddenly shouted.

The onlookers came to their senses and agreed one after another.

"Yes, yes, Boss Lin, please don't take the topic astray. Rent is too important. You must give us fair and just treatment!" A middle-aged man said anxiously.

"Our money doesn't come from the wind. We all have worked hard to save every penny. Boss Lin, you must also understand our difficulties! Your boss, you must understand, the rent is too expensive , Where do we get the profit? We have no money to make, so we won’t rent anymore in the coming year! If we don’t rent anymore, how will your commercial street be able to open in the future?”

Lin Shanjiang seemed not to hear the commotion around him. He smiled and said to Old Man Wang, "Boss Wang, can I reserve your quilt?"

The little old man nodded immediately: "Of course!"

The new store opened and he needed business so much. Today, he visited every shop in the area, but they all said that they already had quilts at home and had not needed them in the past few years, which made him anxious.

"We will discuss the shop matter later, but if your quilt is well made, I still have to order it, one size at a time, right?" Lin Shanjiang looked at Old Man Wang with majesty in his eyes.

Old Man Wang twitched his lips in embarrassment. How should he answer?

So confused.

Of course he wants the shop! Let him increase the rent? Where does he have money? Any more and he would have no choice but to quit the rent and move out.

But the quilt business is very rare. Usually people in the family will order one or two quilts only when someone in the family gets married. Life has been difficult for people in Yizhou in recent years. His business of more than a dozen quilts a year is top-notch.

Old Man Wang hesitated for a long time, and then he asked seriously: "How many beds will you book?"

Regardless of whether the shop is rented or not, the business must be opened. If we don't open up, my son will go to someone else's house to marry into his wife.

His family's ancestral business of making quilts cannot be ended here.

Lin Shanjiang calculated silently in his mind: On the day of their wedding, he felt the quilt was uncomfortable. Then he and Lin Zhen will need at least four beds, Lin Zhen's mother will need two beds, and Lin Zhen's brother will need two beds...

"Let's start with three thin beds, three thick beds, and then add three mattress beds."

As soon as Lin Shanjiang finished speaking, Old Man Wang's eyes lit up: "Boss Lin, do you really want nine beds?"

"Yes, how many days will it take?" Lin Shanjiang stared at him and asked, "Can I give it in batches?"

He wanted to throw away the quilt in his new house. I don’t know where that brat from Black Thirteen bought it.

"It can be done in batches, of course. Boss Lin will give you an address, and once you have a bed, I will send one over to you." The old man was already so happy that he didn't know where to go.

"Boss Lin, you're not trying to please Mr. Wang and let him lie to us with you, are you?" The man's voice next to him sounded again.

The onlookers also began to become dissatisfied.

"Boss Lin, I asked you to solve the problem of shop rent. Why are you talking about this? How can you not know how much the shop you rent out costs?"

"That's right, stop pretending! Hurry up and change the contract. Just give us the same amount as you want for others. Refund as much as you should!"

"Yes, yes, we haven't worked for a day because of this. The rent should be paid for one less day."

"Yes, brother, you are right. We who are doing business have to be careful about money."

"Old man Wang, don't be led astray by Boss Lin! He is trying to trick you into changing your story for him." It was a familiar voice again.

Lin Shanjiang looked at the direction where the sound came from. He saw a man with his head lowered and his appearance could not be clearly seen.

With a slight sneer, he gestured to Black Thirteen beside him. Thirteen nodded and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The word rent is like a time bomb. Every time it rings in Old Man Wang's ears, it makes him tremble with fear and make him sweat on his forehead. The wrinkles on his old face became deeper, and his eyes shone with uneasiness, as if he was escaping from something. His lips trembled, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

"This... my son is doing this. I don't know the specific amount, old man, haha, I don't know." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of his throat. He didn't dare to look into anyone's eyes, just lowered his head and muttered to himself. His fingers clenched tightly, as if trying to grasp something, but could not grasp anything.

"This... my son is doing this. I don't know the specific amount, haha, I don't know." Old Man Wang said it again. His face was full of helplessness and sadness.