Andy drove a few people in his car, parked the car at the street corner and walked in.
"Holy shit!"
Wuying opened the car door and got out and glanced at the people coming and going in the commercial street: "There are still quite a lot of people."
But the further he went, the more dissatisfied he became.
"Holy crap, what kind of plane are you planning?"
Wuying raised his head and looked around at the signs in the commercial street: "We're almost done. There's not even a nightclub here, so what are you doing with it?"
"No, boss, why are you holding this street in your hands? You won't get any profit..."
There is no such place as a nightclub. Here they just manage various shops in the commercial street. They can't get a penny into their own pockets, and they don't have any profit or water at all.
"Go to the street management office and have a look."
Ji Bu glanced at the sign in front, went up the stairs to the second floor, and entered the management office.
There were several managers working in the management office. They knew Ji Bu and knew that Ji Bu would take care of the place from now on. They all stood up to say hello.
"Um."
Ji Bu nodded and motioned for them to take out the merchant information on the commercial street. He briefly browsed it and then asked:
"What time do these businesses usually close in the evening?"
"Eight or nine o'clock."
The person in charge thought for a while and said: "There are many people during the day, but there are fewer people at night. This is mainly related to the nature of the shops inside."
"Um."
Ji Bu thought for a moment and gave the order quickly: "Let's do this. You draft an investment announcement and announce it to the public. The stalls will be rented out."
"Stall rental?"
The person in charge was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "But all the shops inside us are currently full, and there are no extra stalls for rent."
"Pounce on the street."
Wuying took a step forward: "Just do whatever the boss tells you to do. It's such a grind for you to do something, do you still want to do it?!"
"Yes, yes."
The person in charge nodded quickly and did not dare to question it.
"That's it, let's"
Ji Bu quickly explained the operating system.
Ji Bu had already discovered this commercial street when he walked in. There was a flow of people, but due to the nature of the shops inside, there were no people at night.
But the road in the middle of the commercial street is very wide, so you can set up street stalls in the middle of the road at night.
To put it simply, it is the night market of later generations.
This street has a good location, and there are many residential buildings. There is a university not far away. Once the night market opens, there is no need to worry about the flow of people.
The street stalls inside should not be too high-end, the cheaper the small items, the better.
The person in charge couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard this.
If a street is really full of stalls and divided into small areas, a lot of money can be collected from monthly rent.
Ever since.
The person in charge immediately went to work in a hurry.
"Fuck!"
After listening to Ji Bu's words, Wuying's eyes were full of admiration: "Boss, is it true or not? You discovered such a big trade secret as soon as you came here?!"
Wuying didn't understand these things, but after listening to Ji Bu's words, he suddenly understood.
Even he could see the business opportunity, let alone anyone else.
"Fly."
Ji Bu stood under the window and looked down at the crowded street: "From now on, you and Aji will manage this street."
"Good thing!"
When Wuying heard that he was asked to manage this street, his face turned red: "Boss, are you leaving it to me?"
"It's you and Aji."
Ji Bu nodded: "Let me tell you first, this is an honest business, don't mess it up for me, kid. If you mess it up, I'll take it from you..."
"Please rest assured, boss."
Wuying immediately patted his chest and made a promise: "With me, Wuying, I will make sure that this street is beautifully coded."
Finished.
He also pushed Aji smoothly: "Push to the street, you sultry man, you should have a word with the boss. From now on, we two will become a good couple."
Ah Ji looked at him, but still didn't speak.
"Pounce on the street."
Ji Bu rolled his eyes and scolded: "I told you, this is the right thing to do. What are you talking about? It's a gangster?"
"Yes yes yes."
Wu Fei nodded repeatedly.
After Ji Bu explained one detail in detail, he left them here to deal with the people in the management office while he drove away.
The night market has been planned, but the most important thing is still missing: official approval procedures.
otherwise.
Before the stall could even be opened, it was already raided by uniformed patrol police.
Official approval procedures.
Naturally, Miao Zhihua has to come forward in this regard.
Miao Zhihua originally arranged a meeting point. Ji Bu turned left and right and then entered the residential area and knocked on the door.
"Abu."
Miao Zhihua looked outside to confirm that no one was there before closing the door: "Invite me to meet this time. What do you want to say?"
Usually they contact each other by phone and never face to face.
"There are two things."
Ji Bu lit up a cigarette and got straight to the point: "The first thing is that Lin Kun's flour business has finally made some moves."
"Is there any movement?!"
Miao Zhihua's eyes lit up when he heard this, his tone became a little anxious, and he asked: "What is the specific situation?"
"A person in northern Myanmar called the Eight-faced Buddha"
Ji Bu briefly described the situation: "They are having a dinner party in the evening, and I guess there will be a deal between them."
"However, I don't agree with taking action."
"You kid is very thoughtful."
Miao Zhihua praised him, and his views were surprisingly consistent with his: "You are digging a hole for Liangkun."
It's obvious.
Miao Zhihua is a sober superior.
Liangkun's failure allowed Ji Bu to take greater initiative with Lin Kun to a certain extent.
Their first target is Lin Kun.
As for Miancha and others, it is of no importance at the moment.
"The second thing."
Ji Bu recounted the opening of the night market on Zhongxiao Street: "I need official approval procedures. Please help me get this done."
"night market?"
"Are you having difficulty? This isn't something that's difficult for you, is it?"
"Little things."
Miao Zhihua waved his hand and looked at Ji Bu with some confusion: "What I'm curious about is, when did Lin Kun become so interested in Zhengxing?"
"He has a flour line channel in his hands. He can spend hundreds or tens of millions casually. How can he still earn this business of three melons and two dates?"
"Sir Semyon."
Ji Bu didn't answer his words, just said a few words to him briefly, and then left.
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night.
In Tsim Sha Tsui, Duan Kun took Liang Kun and Lin Kun's two Kuns to take action and met the son and daughter of the Eight-faced Buddha in the private room of Dafugui Restaurant.
It was the two brothers and sisters Miancha and Mianna who were entertained by Ji Bu that night.
The two parties discussed the issue of raw materials for making flour. Miancha asked Lin Kun to divide the raw materials for them, but Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui refused.
"Our market is very tight, and we are nervous about using the raw materials ourselves."
Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui looked at Mian Cha across the street with a nonchalant look: "But, Brother Kun said that in business, the emphasis is on harmony and wealth."
"You have a market but don't have the goods. That's a waste. Everyone is familiar with it, so let's do it this way."
"We still have a batch of goods on hand, and the quality is much better than yours."
"If you are really out of stock, you can take this batch of our goods over there. This batch of goods was originally going to be sent to Taiwan, so it was specially reserved for you."