Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

When Lao Qian saw the attitude of Yan Bugui and others, he naturally thought of what Zeng Wangcai said, so he did not intervene, but only conveyed the news of approval to Zeng Wangcai.

With this information, Zeng Wangcai found it much easier to handle the matter.

"Uncle, fellow neighbors, please go away." Zeng Wangcai waved his hand and said, "I cannot agree to your terms. I will not change this yard. That's it."

I don't want to play anymore, you guys can play by yourselves.

"Not going to change it?" Yan Bugui was confused. "You... don't confuse us. We have already inquired about it. The district has already agreed to your transformation of Huarun. This is not a business. You promised the country something. Do you dare to go back on your word?"

"That's right. I don't believe you dare not even listen to the country."

"You can't fool us. This is our condition. One thousand yuan per room, not a cent less."

"..."

These people have a very consistent tone.

"The money is in my pocket, you can take it if you dare..." Zeng Wangcai rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk nonsense with them, and turned his head and said, "Xiuzhi, prepare to let Liangzi and the others move. Xiaobao, you go and move the things as I said before."

The country is not as good as Jiang Island, let alone Wangye Island.

So after coming back, Zeng Wangcai created a regular storage and transportation route to "transport" the materials in the space.

The starting point of the route is at Yangcheng Naval Port, where there are troops taking care of it, so it is easy to set up a warehouse.

The end point is Zengzhuang. For a small amount of supplies, Zeng Wangcai can just take them out from the space. For a large amount of supplies, this route will need to be used.

Some time ago, trucks began to transport goods to Zengzhuang. Now, to meet the grocery store's demand for sales, Xiaobao only needs to go to Zengzhuang to transport the goods.

"Uncle San, what should we do? He looks like he has no intention of changing his house." A neighbor said worriedly, "Aren't we missing out on the opportunity to live in a good house?"

Greed is always greedy. In fact, most people in the courtyard agreed with Zeng Wangcai's renovation plan. After all, under the current policy, they agreed that there were only benefits and no disadvantages.

But when they heard the idea discussed by Yan Bugui and others, they immediately changed sides and decided to become the first generation of nail households.

Now I’m panicking again!

"Don't listen to his bluffing!" Yan Bugui was calm. "It was a decision made by the district, were you playing house at that time? It would be fine if he didn't take the initiative, but if he did, he would have to do it.

"Everyone stay calm. Don't lose heart. Let's see how long he can hold out. He must be trying to scare you and make you go find him yourself so that he can destroy us from within. This guy is very sinister..."

Yan Bugui was a man of great eloquence, and with just a few words he united the people again.

Zeng Wangcai has already received a real response, so he naturally won't continue to argue with these people.

"Hey, Wangcai, I might be able to benefit from this and go down in history." Old Qian stood in the Beixinqiao store and said with high spirits, "This is really going to work. This is your territory from now on. Tell me first, what are you going to do with this place?"

This store in Beixinqiao is not very big, only about 30 to 40 square meters in total, which is almost the size of a room.

Zeng Wangcai already knew that there were other rooms on the left and right of this room, which were connected to each other. One room was used as a small warehouse, and the other room was used as a lounge for sales staff on duty.

Those who work in the store at this time need to work the night shift. The so-called night shift does not mean opening the store for business, but that employees take turns sleeping here overnight to prevent theft.

"I was planning to open the business as soon as possible, but it's probably too late now." Zeng Wangcai pointed at two walls and said, "First, knock down these two walls and make a large open space, and put all the goods out..."

This is the concept of a supermarket, which Lao Qian doesn’t understand.

"Are all the goods on display for sale?" Old Qian asked in surprise, "Can they all be sold?"

"Old Qian, you may have forgotten that my shop doesn't require tickets..." Zeng Wangcai said the killer move with a smile.

Since the goods are not domestic, no planning is required, and naturally no important part of the planning - tickets - is required.

"Look at my brain..." Old Qian patted his head, "Your store will definitely be very popular. People from all over the city will come here to buy things without tickets."

"It's good to be popular, but don't forget that the contract stipulates that the supply and marketing cooperative will distribute dividends based on profits." Zeng Wangcai pointed out this detail in the contract.

Old Qian lowered his head and thought for a few seconds. After thinking carefully about the whole situation, he finally understood Zeng Wangcai's good intentions.

Contracting, no tickets needed, profit sharing!

With a one-stop service, if there are enough goods, the profit of this store will definitely be a terrifying number.

In this case, this will be a benchmark, and it will be wonderful whether it is to attract others to take over or to promote policy relaxation.

"Wangcai, it's a pity that you don't become an official..." Lao Qian sighed.

On the other side, at the counter, the two sales clerks who had previously quarreled with Zeng Wangcai and his grandson had gone crazy.

They are not stupid and have understood the conversation between the two.

What do you mean?

I just wanted to have a fight with you, and you sold our store?

This is too outrageous. This person is so petty that he turns around and acts as if he is our leader to oppress us. Is it really that serious just for a quarrel...

They didn't know the details and could only think of this much, thinking that Zeng Wangcai was purely out for revenge.

"Since you are in a hurry, let's do it as soon as possible!" Lao Qian was actually more anxious than Zeng Wangcai. He immediately turned around and faced the two salesmen, "Let me talk to you two on behalf of your leader..."

Zeng Wangcai would not get involved in such matters. He went home and reported to his mother.

In the Zeng family, Zeng Youqian has joined the cause of resuming production at the garment factory. He is not at home half of the day, but spends the whole time in the factory. His grandmother has gone crazy, taking her great-grandson out to play every day.

So, the family was full of joy. Apart from Xiaoqiang and Laifu who had to do the homework assigned by Huang Liang, there was only one person who was idle - Chen Yumei.

"What? You really bought the Beixinqiao store?" Chen Yumei, who was wearing an apron and preparing to cook lunch, came over in a hurry. "This store can really become ours. Then, from now on, I don't have to pay for salt, right?"

"..."

Zeng Wangcai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was shocked by his mother's train of thought.

"Mom, we still have to pay." Zeng Wangcai said with a smile, "We are just a contractor, and the supply and marketing cooperative will send an accountant to audit the accounts..."

"What's the point..." Chen Yumei lost interest in a second.

"No, I just want to ask you if you have any good friends who you can introduce to work as salespersons in the store. I guess the previous salespersons may not be willing to stay."

"Recruiting salespersons?"

"OK!"

"I go!"

I go?

Are you complaining or expressing your opinion?

"I'll go. Why don't you invite me instead of others?" Chen Yumei was of course expressing her willingness. She had never worked in her life and was used to being a housewife.

Now, when she heard that the store contracted by her son needed people, she was immediately interested.

"You go? You can't go!" Zeng Wangcai shook his head like a rattle.

"Hey, you still look down on your mother?" Chen Yumei got angry.

"How can that be possible? What I mean is, if you want to go, you have to be a cadre and a leader."

"Me, as a leader?"

"Well, being a manager means you are in charge of the business, but the only downside is that your education level is..."

"I can learn, Xiaoqiang, Lao Er, come out..."

Yes, Zeng Lao Er, Comrade Zeng Xiaoqiang has one more identity...