Boss Zhou laughed, pointed at Han Bin and said, "This little brother is on point."
Wang Qingsheng also chuckled, secretly thinking that he doesn't care what my eldest nephew does.
Boss Zhou hesitated for a moment: "As the old saying goes, people go to high places and water flows to low places; I transferred this antique shop not because it can't continue to operate, but because there is a better way out."
"Hey, Boss Zhou, you have to teach me about this, so that I can make a little fortune with you." Wang Qingsheng said.
"Our family is ready to immigrate."
"Where are you going?"
"Xin Xilan."
"Tsk tsk, that's a good place. I heard that there are more sheep than people, and the scenery is more beautiful than people. It's a good place to travel." Wang Qingsheng was a little surprised. How much money he had to earn was enough to immigrate abroad.
"Yes, we have already bought a house in Xinxilan, and we plan to settle there for a long time, so we are going to transfer this place." Boss Zhou said.
"Boss Zhou, it is said that the gentle words are deep, and the gentleman respects the precepts, but I think I feel like old friends at the first meeting, so I still want to persuade you." Wang Qingsheng took a sip of tea and said with emotion:
"The living conditions in the country are getting better and better. There is really no need to emigrate. If you like Xinxilan, it is good to go there several times a year, travel, and take a vacation. I really want you to settle there. I It is estimated that you may not be able to adapt."
"To be honest, I was also afraid of this. I didn't want to go out at first, but my daughter-in-law liked it very much. Every day, she said in my ear that Xin Xilan was good and that was good, urging me to apply for immigration as soon as possible." Zhou The boss picked up the teapot and poured another cup of tea for Wang Qingsheng.
"Yes, since my sister-in-law likes it, then I won't say more, so as not to annoy you." Wang Qingsheng smiled and cupped his hands: "I'm here, I wish you a smooth journey."
"Thanks."
Boss Zhou said politely, and sighed: "The one I can't let go of is Yubaotang. Let's not talk about the transfer fee. I hope to find a proper person to take over, so as not to ruin my brand."
"Boss Zhou, don't worry about this. I have been working in Antique Street for so many years. Go around and ask around. I, Wang Qingsheng, have absolutely no character. If you want to transfer this store to me, it will be the same as before. Prosperous."
Boss Zhou patted his thigh: "Yes, based on your words, I will give you a 10% discount."
"Boss Zhou, how much transfer fee do you want?"
"This number." Boss Zhou stroked three fingers.
"Three hundred thousand."
"That's right." Boss Zhou nodded and said to Wang Qingsheng, "I hit it off with you right away. I just said that I would give you a 10% discount, which is 270,000."
Wang Qingsheng smiled, and the bullshit hit it off right away, because of these four words, he didn't pay less tuition.
However, Wang Qingsheng's offer of a 10% discount blocked his bargaining words, and he couldn't afford to cut any further.
"Binzi, what do you think?"
When it comes to business talks, two people are needed. One can be a bad face, and the other can be a bad face. They can bargain, but it's not easy to talk dead.
"Boss Zhou, what does the transfer fee of 270,000 yuan include?" Han Bin asked.
"The lease term of this store, as well as the furnishings and antiques of this house, will be transferred to Boss Wang." Boss Zhou said, patted the chair he was sitting on:
"Including this set of chairs, I spent a lot of thought in order to make a pair."
Han Bin doesn't understand the antique shop, and he doesn't understand the miscellaneous items of Wenwan, but he knows the purpose of his visit: "I think the price is a bit high."
"Then how much do you think is appropriate?" Boss Zhou asked back.
"Two hundred thousand." Han Bin said.
Boss Zhou's face drooped, obviously the price was lower than he expected: "What's your name?"
"Miangui's surname is Han."
"Looking at you is a bit unfamiliar, I don't know which antique shop you made your fortune in?" Boss Zhou asked.
"I'm not in the antique business."
"Yo, where are you going?"
Han Bin said seriously, "I'm a policeman."
Boss Zhou trembled, his eyebrows raised and wrinkled, and his eyelids also raised.
Although the duration was extremely short, it was still captured by Han Bin.
This micro-expression represents fear, fear.
Seeing the other party's reaction, Han Bin was a little surprised. Boss Zhou is very afraid of his identity as a policeman, which is obviously abnormal.
An ordinary person will be a little surprised when he learns that there are policemen around him. If he has not committed a crime and has a clear conscience, why should he feel fear or fear.
"Comrade policeman, what advice do you have for coming to the shop?" Boss Zhou took a deep breath and calmed down.
"Boss Zhou, don't get me wrong. This is my nephew. Today is just a day off. I heard that I want to buy a shop. Come over and check it out for me." Wang Qingsheng explained.
"I see."
Boss Zhou responded, and then took a sneak peek at Han Bin, and found that the other party looked as usual and didn't do anything else:
"Boss Wang, what are your thoughts on the transfer fee?"
"A buy price of 230,000 yuan, do you think so?"
Wang Qingsheng felt a little nervous. He still likes this store very much. He just said that Fengshui is not good, but it was just to lower the price.
"Boss Wang, to be honest, before you came, there were other people who saw this store, and someone came up with this number." Boss Zhou made a gesture of twenty-five:
"Although I hit you off right away, it's not easy to make a loss-making business, don't you think?"
Wang Qingsheng smiled awkwardly. He didn't expect Boss Zhou to kill the price with one bite, making it difficult for him to continue bargaining.
Wang Qingsheng took over the quarrel, chatted a few more words, and added 5,000 yuan, but Boss Zhou still killed 250,000 yuan, and refused to drop a cent.
Wang Qingsheng had no choice but to say goodbye and leave first.
Not long after the two left, a woman walked out from the back of the store. She looked about forty years old, with short hair, and looked quite capable.
"No deal?" the short-haired woman asked.
"Didn't you hear everything?" Boss Zhou asked back.
"After all, it's a room away, so I can't hear it very clearly. Why didn't we talk about it?"
"I want a transfer fee of 250,000 yuan, but he is only willing to pay 235,000 yuan."
"It's not bad for the 15,000. Anyway, it's a pure profit business, so I promise him." The short-haired woman said.
"What do you know, the man who came with him is a policeman."
"What are the police here for?" the short-haired woman asked hurriedly, showing surprise.
"It's that fat man's nephew, help him check it out." Boss Zhou sighed.
"It scared me to death. Why do you think it's going on?" The short-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Just because the other party's nephew is a policeman, you don't want to do this business."
"I just don't want to make trouble."
The short-haired woman said subconsciously: "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just a one-shot deal. We didn't plan to come back after we left Qindao. What can he do if he's a policeman? He can go out to arrest us."
"So, I didn't say it to death. If he really wants to buy it, I'll sell it for 250,000 yuan. If he doesn't buy it, I'll give his nephew a face." Boss Zhou said.
"You give others face, but when they arrest you, they won't save face." The short-haired woman sneered.
Boss Zhou snorted: "Hmph, I thought it would be better if you cut your hair short."
(end of this chapter)