Zhao Qingsong reached into his pocket, put his fist in front of Li Rong's eyes, spread his fingers, and put a key into Li Rong's eyes.
"Huh?" Li Rong was puzzled, "Key?"
"Yes, the key." Zhao Qingsong raised his chin slightly, "I rented a house in the alley outside our alley, and I plan to sell fruit. Mom can go and watch if she has nothing to do at home."
"What? When did it happen?" Li Rong asked, surprised and surprised, "How did you come up with the idea of renting a house? Aren't you always busy?"
"There are no changes in the 'free market' now, but isn't there an open policy now? There will be fewer and fewer people going to the 'free market'. Many people I know rent houses and open shops, and they are becoming more open and honest!"
Li Rong just came back from visiting the store. The store is actually like a "free market", no tickets are needed, only money.
But in fact, the prices in the stores will be lower than those in the "free market". The "free market" exists because some people have money but no tickets and cannot buy things at the supply and marketing cooperatives, or some people without money exchange things for money tickets.
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If you don’t need a ticket, the price will be higher, or even double.
As for the items in the store, there are no tickets and the prices are not that high.
Stores will always eliminate the "free market".
When Zhao Qingsong was in the capital, he was doing fruit business with others. He didn't just bring the fruit back and sell it in the "free market" all day like a follower.
A small vendor can only sell hundreds of kilograms a day, and squatting for a day is still time-consuming.
The southerner he met at the "Free Market" in the capital had a lot of goods at his disposal, and the two of them formed a partnership to do wholesale.
Zhao Qingsong receives the goods, counts them, settles accounts, and distributes the goods every day.
Now that he has rented a house, Zhao Qingsong plans to open a fruit shop.
Of course, it is not the kind that just sells fruits. In time, it can also be wholesaled. It will be more convenient to have a store.
"Have you sold all the watches you brought back from Hong Kong?"
Zhao Qingsong nodded: "It's almost done. There are still a few left. I don't plan to sell them. I have left two for the eldest brother and the second brother. There are still a few more. When the time comes, I will go home for the New Year and take them back to the eldest brother and Xiaoshan."
"Ah, by the way, the house now should be cheap, so why did you rent it instead of buying it?" Li Rong thought about how he secretly bought the courtyard house and teased him.
"Ahem~" Zhao Qingsong cleared his throat, "I also thought about buying it, but there are a lot of people vying for it in that area, and this is the only one left that's pretty good, but the owner only rents it and doesn't sell it."
The house hasn't been cleaned up yet, so it can't be opened yet.
After a few days off on New Year's Day, Li Rong took advantage of her free time to decorate the store.
The alley is quite wide, more than enough for small cars to pass. Many houses are being renovated, and some have even started to open for business.
Everything is available.
The store was a national pilot project, and the low rent attracted the first batch of entrepreneurs.
As for the streets and alleys here, I choose the places to open my own shops, and my reputation is not that great, but I can still keep up with the entrepreneurial trend.
Li Rong remembered what Zhao Qingsong said at that time that many houses in this alley were rented and sold. He came a little late, and there was only one house left, which was only for rent but not for sale.
She thought the location of this house was not good, otherwise why would she have stayed at the back?
When she came to the house rented by Zhao Qingsong, she was shocked. This house was in the middle of the street, and the space in front of the door was wider than others. It was a prime location.
"Are you here?" Zhao Qingsong was cleaning up the garbage in the house. He had started looking for someone to decorate the store a few days ago.
The wall putty used at this time was not the same as modern putty.
Workers are mixing materials.
Li Rong was lucky enough to see it. They first mixed some sticky stuff with sand to paste a thick layer of yellow stuff on the wall.
Then apply a layer of lime.
She followed up and cleaned up: "This location is really good. No wonder they don't want to sell it. I'm lucky to be able to rent it to you. If this house were mine, I wouldn't even rent it. Why don't I keep it for myself and do some business?"
Zhao Qingsong was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "The landlord is an old man in his fifties or sixties, and he is alone. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to live by collecting rent?"
"Ah? So," Li Rong raised her head and glanced, "This small building has three floors. Is there only one person living there? Doesn't the uncle have a wife or children?"
"No, he was not willing to say more, but I heard what others said," Zhao Qingsong said regretfully, "It is said that the uncle taught in a university, and his son was reported as a reactionary and was pulled out and disappeared.
, The uncle’s wife was heartbroken, and she followed him after a short time. The uncle was quite pitiful. Wife, you are right, he is very lucky if he is willing to rent.”
The couple cleaned up the house and joined hands to nail up the wooden boards to make a fruit cabinet.
I don’t know where Zhao Qingsong got the sketch of the cabinet, but it looks like a modern fruit shelf.
They worked until dark before they managed to find two frames. They planned to call it a day and go home.
People came downstairs, and Zhao Qingsong was the first to see him. He said hello: "Uncle Yuan."
"Well," Uncle Yuan rolled his eyes, "It's done well."
Li Rong raised her head, with a subtle expression on her face, and shouted, "Teacher Yuan?"
Uncle Yuan glanced at Li Rong twice and moved his eyes: "Li Rong?"
"It's me," Li Rong smiled, "What a coincidence, you are the owner of this house? That's my husband."
She pointed at Zhao Qingsong.
"Oh, what a coincidence."
"Yes, what a coincidence."
Zhao Qingsong never thought that they would know each other, so he smiled and said: "Fate."
"Have you finished writing your lecture?" Teacher Yuan looked at Li Rong and asked.
Teacher Yuan is the teacher who teaches Li Rong macroeconomics and is also the referee for skills competitions.
Li Rong usually takes classes seriously and completes her homework very well. Teacher Yuan taught her marketing last semester and will also teach her this semester, so Teacher Yuan has an impression of Li Rong.
Knowing that she passed the first round, I casually asked her if she was ready for the second round.
Li Rong hadn't started writing the speech yet, and the speech had to be in English. She thought of slacking off for a few days, but it wasn't difficult anyway, and there was still a long time before the submission was due, so she wasn't in a hurry.
I didn't expect to meet the teacher.
Li Rong's current mood was like that when you were playing outside during the summer vacation and the teacher asked you if you had done your homework. She was embarrassed and guilty. So, she said casually: "I haven't done it yet. I'll start again in class in two days."
Teacher Yuan said with a straight face: "You are slacking off during the New Year's Day holiday?"
"No..." Li Rong promised, "I will start writing tomorrow."
"Well, that's pretty much it," Teacher Yuan nodded.
Li Rong winked hard at Zhao Qingsong, who naturally knew what Li Rong meant. He suppressed a smile and said to Teacher Yuan: "I have always called you uncle before. Although I have no education and no education, since you are Li Rong
Teacher Rong, can I also call you Teacher Yuan from now on?"