Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Yan Bugui was less than seventy years old, so it couldn't be considered a happy funeral, but today's funeral would be no different from a happy funeral.

The neighbors of the courtyard, as well as the relatives and friends of the Yan family, were all in Sha Zhu's new restaurant, eating melon seeds and chatting.

"What are they talking about? They look so happy?" Zhang Xiuzhi asked as she sat next to Zeng Wangcai.

"Let's talk about the house!" Zeng Wangcai answered cheerfully while munching on melon seeds and spitting out the shells. "Didn't I tell you that Yi Zhonghai is now our middleman, and the first person he looked for was Yan Jiecheng."

"Will Yan Jiecheng agree?" Zhang Xiuzhi pouted. "It's true that they want money, but what about his mother? Will they agree to take care of his mother?"

"Money talks. Just wait and see."

To be honest, Sha Zhu is really good at cooking, which is especially attractive to ordinary people who have never eaten delicious food and are used to hardship.

Away from the big pot and stove, Sha Zhu used his cooking skills to the fullest, and the dishes whetted everyone's appetite as soon as they were served.

The banquet started, with people clinking glasses and shouting.

Zeng Wangcai took a few bites of the food and then stopped. He couldn't eat it because his whole mouth was drooling. As soon as the food came, everyone at the table started eating like crazy.

In the entire restaurant, the three aunts were the only ones who looked listless and dazed.

"His third aunt..." Yi Zhonghai found a third aunt sitting alone and no one was taking care of her. "Don't think too much. People are gone and they are gone. You have to think positively. You still have to live your life in the future."

"How can I survive? Tell me how can I survive?" The third aunt said with big eyelids. "I have to survive alone. None of my children can be relied on. What should I do? I might as well go with Old Yan. Old Yan... woo woo woo... huhu huhu..."

After the three aunts cried like this, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly changed.

"Mom, mom..." Yan Jiefang had to let go of his neighbor and came over to say, "Please stop crying. You're making my dad die in uneasiness."

"Jie Cheng, call your brothers and sisters over, I have something to discuss with you." Yi Zhonghai was about to take action.

After a while, the three siblings, who had all had a few drinks, came to the kitchen, and the third aunt was also there.

"I wanted to wait until Old Yan's funeral was over before discussing this matter." Yi Zhonghai said, "But you have seen your mother's condition, and I am worried... I was wondering, how will we take care of your mother in her old age? We can't just leave her alone in the courtyard."

"Uncle, what are you talking about?" Yan Jiecheng was the first to understand what Yi Zhonghai meant. He said angrily, "If my mother doesn't live here, where else should she live? Live behind me? My father is dead, and the street will take back the house? Let's try it!"

"Who said the street wants to take your house?" Yi Zhonghai frowned and said, "It's not like that. Zeng Wangcai has taken a fancy to your house and wants to buy it. I think this is a good thing. You can sell the house to him and take your mother to live somewhere else..."

Facts have proved that as long as you have money, everything is easy.

Yan Jiefang and his two siblings immediately discussed everything, including how to divide the favors given by the funeral family, how much to sell the house for, how to divide the money, and they also had to go and see what the house prepared by Zeng Wangcai was like, etc.

After the discussion, the three siblings went out and continued to entertain the guests. They drank too much without realizing it, and the news that Zeng Wangcai wanted to buy a house spread.

A funeral turned into a takeover meeting in seconds.

......

Wangfujing, Huayao mobile phone store.

"Welcome, thank you for your patronage, please walk slowly and be careful of the steps."

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

"Huayao mobile phone, the fighter among mobile phones..."

A row of younger generations of the Zeng family stood in front of Zeng Wangcai in an orderly manner, and their voices were friendly and uniform.

"Brother, how is it?" Comrade Zeng Xiaoqiang, the store manager, asked the brother who came to inspect with expectation, "We have been practicing for a long time, and we are all following the work manual you gave us.

"Guarantee the best service quality and make guests feel at home..."

The mobile phone store is about to open, and Xiaoqiang goes to gather all his brothers and sisters at home, including Yinhuan, Zhou Ming, and so on.

After a period of training, the young men and women who were previously dealing with mud have transformed themselves into sales staff.

"Very good, very good!" Zeng Wangcai patted his brothers and sisters on the shoulders one by one and encouraged them, "It's great that you have achieved this in such a short time. You should learn and do it slowly. In addition to the business in the store, you should also learn culture and business management. Our family has many businesses. When you have learned enough, you can go somewhere else and be independent."

"yes, Sir!"

My younger brothers and sisters have new jobs and new homes. We are relatives and we live in this old city. It would be a lie to say that I don’t like them.

They now admire Zeng Wangcai to the core, especially Zhou Ming and others who had not received much care from Zeng Wangcai in the past.

"Brother, I'm worried that no one will come to buy when the business opens." Xiao Qiang said anxiously, "Look at the business department of the Post and Telecommunications Department. There are many people asking questions, but few people installing the machines."

Just a few shops next to the Huayao mobile phone store, Zheng Yilin’s first business, a telephone installation business department in cooperation with the Post and Telecommunications Department, opened much earlier than the mobile phone store.

After Zeng Wangcai found out about this, he went to investigate and discovered that the installation fee had increased from 4,600 yuan to 5,000 yuan.

In other words, Zheng Yilin can earn at least 400 yuan for installing a landline phone, but the actual amount may be more than that. Zheng Yilin will definitely ask for other money from the Post and Telecommunications Department, making a profit from both ends.

But as Xiaoqiang said, business is not very good and not many people installed it after opening.

But Zeng Wangcai knew that at the current rate of development, many people would become rich next year, and these rich people would have very high requirements for telephone communications. Zheng Yilin's unique business would definitely make him a lot of money.

"Don't worry about the business. Just understand the key points of the business such as the charging model and so on. You have to be the main speaker when the business opens." Zeng Wangcai told Xiaoqiang seriously, "Don't be stage-frightened. There are many reporters, including foreign reporters..."

There are already base stations over there.

Zeng Wangcai's mobile phone production line is already being arranged, so the next step for Huayao Mobile Phone Store is mass production and then export.

Sometimes Zeng Wangcai thought, fortunately there is space, otherwise how could it be possible to use Nokia to defeat Motorola.

"Reporter..." Xiaoqiang was a little nervous.

"Not only reporters, but also leaders." Zeng Wangcai said, "No matter who comes or how many people come, just follow my instructions. Don't be afraid. I'm behind you. This deal won't fail. I'm leaving now. You guys continue to prepare. Don't be nervous."

"Brother, walk slowly..."

After getting in the car, Zeng Wangcai stepped on the accelerator and the Wuling car rumbled towards Xiyuan. The first person he wanted to invite was Liu Yong, but he didn't expect that Liu Yong had a guest here - Wu Huafeng from the Post Office.