Seeing the person coming, Yang Xuan curled his lips slightly. This guy was the shopkeeper of Zhouji Noodle Shop across the street. He originally wanted to rent this shop, but he wanted to lower the landlord's price and was only willing to pay eight taels of silver per month.
Although this shop is in an excellent location, the price is a bit too expensive. It has been vacant for several months. Just when the landlord was about to be unable to bear it anymore and was about to rent it to Shopkeeper Zhou for eight taels of silver, Yang Xuan jumped.
come out.
I rented it for ten taels of silver without even paying back the price.
This made Shopkeeper Zhou very unhappy, especially when he looked at the decoration style on the opposite side, it was clear that he was a colleague, and his colleague was an enemy. How could he swallow such a sigh of relief?
But when he saw that Yang Xuan actually opened a shop selling Hu cakes, he immediately felt that Yang Xuan was most likely the stupid son of a landlord.
Especially when I saw that Hu cakes were sold for ten cents each, I was even more convinced of this idea.
It opened early in the morning, but it was almost noon now, and there was not a single customer. Shopkeeper Zhou couldn't help but feel proud, and came to the door in a swaggering manner to ridicule.
Who is Yang Xuan? He has been in the business world for nearly twenty years. He has never seen anyone. He can tell the purpose of this guy at a glance.
If you really want to congratulate the opening, why not come when the firecrackers are set off in the morning? Coming here at this time with empty hands is nothing more than gloating and making sarcastic remarks.
However, on the surface he was just a sixteen-year-old boy, but inside he was an experienced driver with a forty-year-old soul. He cupped his hands towards Shopkeeper Zhou and said, "Thank you very much. Shopkeeper Zhou is quite free."
"..." Shopkeeper Zhou was stunned. Before he could speak, he was choked up. It seems that this silly son of a landlord is not that stupid after all.
"Hahaha, shopkeeper Xiao Yang is really a formidable young man. It is quite courageous to open such a big shop to sell biscuits."
"No, shopkeeper Zhou has such a big shop. He only sells some pasta for three to five cents. He's always getting stronger."
"..." Shopkeeper Zhou was confused, how could the guy opposite speak so tactfully? He didn't look like a teenage boy at all.
But how could he give up so easily? He chuckled and said, "I wonder what's so great about Shopkeeper Xiao Yang's ten cents a piece of pretzels?"
"This pretzel is a new way of eating that I developed using my exclusive secret recipe. Shopkeeper Zhou must have never tried it before. Do you want to try it?"
Shopkeeper Zhou's eyes lit up. He was here to get a feel for it, and he immediately said, "Then let's try shopkeeper Xiao Yang's craftsmanship."
"okay."
Yang Xuan rolled up his sleeves and made a pretzel pancake skillfully, but only added the normal amount of salt and pepper.
"Shopkeeper Xiao Yang, this tastes very ordinary. Although it is much larger than ordinary Hu pancakes, it costs ten cents, so I'm afraid no one will patronize it."
"Shopkeeper Zhou, what you said is that you are patronizing me now, and I will give you a favor of ten cents." Yang Xuan stretched out his open hand directly in front of shopkeeper Zhou.
"you……"
Shopkeeper Zhou was dumbfounded. He thought it was food given to him by Yang Xuan. After all, it was normal for a new store to be tasted. Who would have thought that this guy would charge money?
"Shopkeeper Zhou must be eating and not wanting to pay." Seeing shopkeeper Zhou stunned, Yang Xuan added another sentence.
Shopkeeper Zhou was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "What a joke, will I, Zhou Changsheng, default on your debt?"
As he said this, he waved to the clerk in his shop: "Get ten cents for shopkeeper Xiao Yang."
After receiving the money, Yang Xuan handed over his hand: "Chenghui, Shopkeeper Zhou."
Shopkeeper Zhou snorted angrily, shook his sleeves and went back.
"Hmph, if you want to sell this thing for ten cents, who would be stupid enough to spend ten cents on such a piece of cake?"
Just now, the waiter was still behind and asked: "Shopkeeper, how are you doing? How does the ten-penny Hu cake across the way taste?"
Shopkeeper Zhou glared: "If you don't go to work, I'll deduct your wages."
Looking at Shopkeeper Zhou's back, Yang Xuan smiled disdainfully. If you want to see my joke, you deserve it.
"Xiaomei, Xiaolan."
Yang Xuan said hello, and two maids came forward: "Master, what are your orders?"
"I told you not to call me young master, but the shopkeeper."
"Yes, from the shopkeeper."
"You go to the tailor's shop and buy a piece of red cloth, six feet long and one foot wide, and then find someone to write these words on the red cloth." Yang Xuan took out a piece of paper with writing on it and handed it over.
Although the two little maids are only twelve or thirteen years old, they are still very diligent in their work.
After three times, five and two, I bought a red cloth and found a down-and-out scholar to write a row of big characters on it.
“Yang Kee Pretzel’s new store opens on Guangfu Street, if you want to buy it, hurry up.”
Yang Xuan found two more bamboo poles and fixed the banner: "Just like this, you two hold this banner and go to Yongning Street. Just walk back and forth on Yongning Street. If anyone asks you, let them come here.
"
"Yes, Master."
"You told me to call me shopkeeper." Yang Xuan feigned anger.
The two little maids stuck out their tongues and turned around.
Both of them were children of victims of the disaster. They were sold to a dental store when they could no longer survive. When they were first bought back, their faces were sallow and thin and dirty, but after washing them, they were still pretty and pretty.
In addition, at Yang Xuan's place, where he had three meals a day and meat every meal, he had been raised for less than half a month, and his complexion was already much better.
People who have endured hardship will cherish it especially. The two little girls held the banners and walked all the way to Yongning Street.
Walking through the market in such a ostentatious manner naturally attracted the attention of many people, who did not understand what was going on. However, when they arrived at Yongning Street, the two little girls were immediately surrounded by people.
It took nearly a month to renovate Yang Xuan's store. During this time, those who had bought pretzel cookies had already run out of salt and pepper.
I'm used to using cheap salt and pepper, and it's almost unpalatable to use coarse salt.
I could only come to Yongning Street every day to watch over Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan never came out of the stall.
Now that I heard that Pretzel has opened a store on Guangfu Street, I immediately flocked to Guangfu Street.
"Oh, little shopkeeper, you came here to open a shop and didn't tell anyone, but you made it easy for us to find you."
A man muttered as he took out ten cents and slapped it on the counter: "Give me one quickly."
The counter designed by Yang Xuan is directly the operating table. It is right at the door facing the street. In the blink of an eye, it was surrounded by dozens of people.
"Line up, line up, don't block the road."
Yang Xuan shouted and started working quickly.
Shopkeeper Zhou opposite was instantly dumbfounded.
What's happening here?
Where did all these people come from?
Are these people crazy? Are they still rushing to buy biscuits that cost ten cents each?
You didn’t taste anything special when you ate just now?
Shopkeeper Zhou stood at the door of his store, tiptoeing to look across, but there were too many people, three floors inside and three floors outside, so he couldn't see what was going on inside.
He only saw more and more people coming, and even some people passing by saw the queue and lined up behind them.
