"So, the shopkeeper doesn't have a shop for sale?" Ximen Qing was not eager to take action when it came to his door. Instead, he winked and asked Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, to ask: "It can't be that he wants to sell something.
Transfer this Xixi Building to us?"
The shopkeeper of Xixilou diligently poured tea for everyone, put down the teapot, and then bowed and said: "Dear guests, please don't make fun of me. This store is an ancestral business. The whole family relies on this Xixilou for their meals.
How can I sell it? It’s just that the villain has a close friend and has some business contacts, but he has a restaurant in his hands that he wants to change hands."
The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing's eyes lit up. Could it be that his luck had come? He broke his leg all over the city. If he had known better, he might as well have asked the shopkeeper first, but Tiantianzhu didn't think of this. He, an old man in the world, really made a mistake.
With some regret, the fortune teller Jiang Jing asked while tapping his swollen thigh: "Where is the restaurant?"
"Although the restaurant on East Cross Street is not big, the location is really good." The shopkeeper of Xixilou answered fluently: "It is definitely a good place to make money."
"But there are five rooms on the third floor, the door faces south, and the windows are all carved with patterns?" Jiang Jing immediately asked.
"Exactly!"
After getting a positive answer from the shopkeeper of Xixi Building, Jiang Jing happily patted his thigh, but he forgot that he was sore and swollen from walking. This time, it hurt a little. He hurriedly rubbed his teeth and rubbed it: "I just rubbed that place the day before.
I’ve been there, boss, look at this”
Looking at the look in Jiang Jing's hand, Ximen Qing knew that Jiang Jing must have taken a fancy to the location. He thought about it and asked, "Why doesn't your friend manage such a good location by himself?"
"The plan was to open a restaurant and run it." The shopkeeper of Xixilou replied: "It's just that we have a big deal at the moment and we need money urgently. If not, my friend is still unwilling to transfer it."
After saying this, the shopkeeper of Xixi Tower added: "Since the two distinguished guests are adults from the Imperial City Division, my friend will not increase the price, but will transfer it at the original price."
"Is there such a good thing?" Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, was greatly surprised. Even Wu Song, who was looking down at the side, was also secretly surprised.
The one with the dullest reaction was Ximen Qing. He simply said "Oh" to such a good thing that came to his door, and seemed to have no interest at all. He told Jiang Jing: "Let Mr. Jiang handle such a small matter.
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"My boss can just leave it to Jiang." Jiang Jing, the divine fortune teller, was filled with joy: "How much does the restaurant cost?"
"Three thousand guans." The words from the shopkeeper of Xixi Tower made Jiang Jing swallow hard. It was so cheap!
Ximen Qing didn't expect it to be so cheap. We have just agreed to buy a house. Although we haven't bought it yet, the price of two thousand guan is quite cheap. The price of the house and the prosperous shop in the bustling business district are naturally not the same. Three thousand guan
It's like finding a treasure.
Wu Song had no idea about the price, but looking at the look on Jiang Jing's face, he knew that the price was quite cheap.
Bianliang, Tokyo, was the capital of the Song Dynasty.
East Cross Street is one of the luxury business districts in Bianliang, Tokyo. Although it is slightly inferior to the location of Fengle Building, it is still a rare and good location.
Five rooms and three floors, priced at 3,000 yuan!
Cheap!
Jiang Jing looked at Ximen Qing with eager eyes, waiting for him to nod.
But Ximen Qing smiled slightly, playing with the thunder stone in his right hand, and said nothing.
The shopkeeper of Xixilou did not dare to urge, and stood aside with his hands down, waiting for Ximen Qing to make up his mind.
Ximen Qing secretly looked at the shopkeeper of Xixilou with his peripheral vision, and after a while he said, "Since we are in a hurry for money, three thousand guan is a bit high."
As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper of Xixi Tower was slightly shaken, while the divine fortune teller Jiang Jing was speechless and gave Ximen Qing a look like "Master, are you crazy?"
However, this is Ximen Qing's own matter. Although it is said to be left to Jiang Jing, Ximen Qing must nod as to the price.
Everyone present did not expect Ximen Qing to have such a reaction, including Wu Song, who also felt that his sworn brother might have been a little drunk at Lin Chong's place just now.
Just when everyone felt that something was wrong, Ximen Qing suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "I just booked a house. The yard is only 2,000 yuan for a small restaurant.
Why do you want three thousand guan? Go and talk to your friend about whether you want to sell it or not!"
After saying this, Ximen Qing called on Jiang Jing and Wu Song to get up: "Go to the backyard and rest! If your friend is willing, he can come to me, the accountant, to deliver the goods tomorrow."
"Leave it to the villain." The shopkeeper of Xixi Tower shuddered in his heart and gritted his teeth secretly: "This Ximen Qing is so dark. The shop doesn't belong to me anyway, so what does it matter to him?"
After seeing off Ximen Qing and the other three people, the shopkeeper of Xixilou hurriedly came to the accounting room at the back, where a man was drinking tea with a smile.
"Master, do you still want to drink tea?" The shopkeeper of Xixilou walked in a hurry, with a slight sweat on his forehead: "You are so flattering, but you slapped the horse on the leg!"
"Why did Boss Liu say this?" The man put down his tea bowl and asked with some surprise: "Is it possible that Ximen Qing still doesn't like the shop on East Cross Street?"
This person is none other than the owner of Fengle Building, Liang Le!
Shopkeeper Liu smiled bitterly and said: "Don't be joking, sir, that location is one of the best in Bianliang City, but that Ximen Qing lion opened his mouth and ruthlessly cut the price."
"That shop was originally planned to be a branch of Fengle Building." Liang Le was surprised: "Three thousand guan is so cheap, and you actually bargained for it?"
"So the poster's flattery is only on the horse's lap, isn't it?" Shopkeeper Liu sighed: "Then Ximen Qingshi is right in the Imperial City Division, but Tan Goudang does a lot of things for the poster every year, so why should we be afraid of him? I
This is a small business, I can't afford to offend you, but you won't lose much if you stay here for a month or two."
Liang Le couldn't help but ask: "How much is Ximen Qing's bargaining price?"
Shopkeeper Liu sighed again and stretched out a finger.
"Kill 10%?" Liang Le laughed and said, "It's only three hundred guan, just give it to him."
"Where is the 10%? Master." Shopkeeper Liu shook his head and said, "This is a thousand guan."
Liang Le's face darkened: "Three thousand guan actually killed a thousand guan in a big mouth? Does this Ximen Qing know how to do business?"
"Well, that's not what happened." Shopkeeper Liu looked helpless: "It's my fault that I didn't explain clearly, then Ximen Qing gave out a thousand coins."
After a while, a very loud "pop" sound came from the room. It was obvious that Liang Le dropped the tea bowl on the table to the ground in anger.
Shopkeeper Liu looked at the shattered tea bowl on the ground with some regret. This celadon tea set was handmade by a famous artist. Although it was not very precious, Shopkeeper Liu liked it from the bottom of his heart.
"It really doesn't hurt to throw someone else's tea bowl."
Shopkeeper Liu, who was in constant pain, muttered a few words in his heart. When he raised his head, he saw a house deed gently placed on the table.
"Then one thousand guan." Liang Le seemed to have regained his composure, and took out a bunch of keys from his arms and pressed them on the house deed: "I won't be involved in this matter. Everything is here. Get rid of shopkeeper Liu and help with the delivery.
Then just send someone to deliver the money to Fengle Building."
After speaking, Liang Le left shopkeeper Liu who was standing there dumbfounded and waved his sleeves and walked out of the house.
The sedan was parked at the back door of Xixi Tower. When the bearers saw their master coming out, they hurriedly pressed down the sedan pole. Liang Le got into the sedan without greeting, and the bearers carried him to Fengle Tower.
A wry smile appeared on Liang Le's face, and he spread out his right hand. A small wound accidentally scratched by a broken piece of porcelain was oozing out blood.
Although it didn't hurt too much, Liang Le was still so angry that his hands were shaking, blood slowly dripped from his clenched fists, and his eyes were red with anger.
"Just wait for me!"
"I've given the restaurant to you, and I'm just waiting for the day when you open it and sell wine!"
"That day is the day when I, Liang Le, go to Kaifeng Mansion to sue and kick you out of Bianliang!"
The bearers were whispering curses at their masters in the sedan chair, and no one knew who Liang Le was cursing.
By the time the sedan heard someone coming from behind Fengle Tower, Liang Le had already regained his composure, wiped the blood on his hands, wrapped his right hand with the white handkerchief he carried with him, and stepped off the sedan.
The guys from Fengle Building were welcomed in by their master.
What they didn't expect was that in the alley behind, there was a pair of eyes staring at all this.
Shi Qian, the flea on the drum, followed him all the way from Xixi Tower to Fengle Tower. To be precise, he was ordered by Ximen Qing to keep an eye on him.
Since it was determined that the person was from Fengle Tower, Shi Qian's trip had achieved its purpose. Without stopping, Shi Qian returned to Xixi Tower.
Ximen Qing, Wu Song, Jiang Jing, and Sun Erniang were waiting in the courtyard of Xixi Tower when they saw fleas on the drum floating down from the roof without making any sound.
Shi Qian came over without saying a word. He first picked up the teapot on the table and took a few big sips. Then he said: "Brother is right, behind this is Fengle Building."
In fact, looking at Shi Qian's expression, Ximen Qing had already made up his mind. At this moment, he knocked on the table proudly: "Let me tell you, although there are good things that come to your door in this world, there are still some problems with this kind of good things."
"Third brother, have you seen that man's face clearly?" Wu Song asked.
Shi Qian gestured and talked, and Ximen Qing and Wu Song immediately understood that the person was Liang Le, the owner of Fengle Building!
"That guy is really capable of spending money." Jiang Jing, the divine fortune teller, also understood the whole story this time: "How can you get that location and that shop without four or five thousand guan?"
"Are you thinking of hindsight?" Sun Erniang teased, "This time I made a fortune by pouring money into the restaurant before opening it!"
Ximen Qing smiled and said: "Of course Liang Le didn't act on his good intentions and sent him to my door just to make my restaurant open as soon as possible, so that he could plot secretly!"
"You can get a restaurant with one thousand guan, it's so worth it."
Everyone laughed when they heard Shi Qian's detailed account of the incident: "Liang Le really lost his wife and lost his troops this time!" He started selling big and then filed a lawsuit. Didn't all the hard work of the boss go to waste?