At this time, He Jianhui was actually a little restless.
He had to collect information about the Yu family and the Gu family as quickly as possible and analyze the most advantageous way to deal with these two families.
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Su Qiao looked at the streets lined with small stalls and his face turned dark.
"Xiao Si, it's all your fault. You said it wasn't even dark yet, it was still very early. The night market is usually open after seven o'clock. Now, all the good spots are gone."
In fact, she didn't come too late. She had some food at five o'clock, changed into a white sportswear, put a waist bag on her waist, and then used a trailer to drag her tables, chairs, advertising signs, and goods out.
It’s just that she came early, and others came even earlier than her, and they came at four o’clock to occupy the space.
"Eh hey hey? Why are you doing this?"
"This is the entrance to my shop. How can I do business if you put it here?"
Su Qiao turned his head and looked.
At the back is a clothing store with two storefronts. The windows are all made of glass, so you can see all the different clothes inside at a glance.
"Then can I move here?" Su Qiao moved the table, stools, etc. to the side.
In fact, she had seen it before. It was not placed right in front of the store door, but just on the side, leaving enough space to enter.
However, this is in front of someone else's store, and if he says you're blocking it, you have to move.
The thin man waved his hand impatiently: "No, no, you are still too close to my door. It will affect the image of my store."
Su Qiao was a little depressed.
Most of the clothes sold in your store are low-end clothes for middle-aged and elderly people. Where is the image
What kind of image is this? Isn't it just a clothing store at the entrance of the vegetable market? It's only slightly better than a street stall. Besides, it's not set up at the front door, it's still far away, and there are so many people setting up their stalls nearby. Why does he only drive you away
Su Qiao looked around.
Indeed, there was a stall selling socks, insoles and other small items on her left.
On the right side of the aisle, there is also a stall selling various small and large packages. Because there are so many things, the stall is quite large.
If we talk about blocking his door, the one selling bags probably blocked it more!
"I guess he saw that I was a stranger."
"Forget it, let's not argue with him. We are here to set up a stall, and harmony brings wealth."
Su Qiao put the table and stools back on the trailer and prepared to go to his place again.
Seeing this, the woman selling socks nearby quietly pulled her shirt sleeve and said, "Little girl, are you new here?"
Su Qiao nodded.
The aunt secretly glanced at the owner of the clothing store, waved her hand at Su Qiaomosuo, and hinted, "Silly girl, it's not because you blocked his way and affected his business, but because you didn't show him your appreciation."
"If you want to set up shop here in the future, bring him a pack of cigarettes every day and he promises he won't chase you away again. Don't buy anything too expensive, ten dollars is enough."
Su Qiao was a little confused: "Hasn't the booth fee been collected?"
The stall fee is collected uniformly by the market, eight yuan per stall per night.
"The stall fee is the stall fee, and this is this. If you want to find a good location and do good business, this is what you have to do." The aunt shook her head, her face calm, as if she was used to it.
"I understand." In short, the word "profit" comes first.
There is no benefit. People just want to cause trouble for you and not give you convenience.
Seeing that she was dawdling and didn't leave for a long time, the clothing store owner became even more upset and picked up her stool and threw it onto the trailer.