Zhao Zitong told Huang Langgui about the situation of her "Sun Shi Nai Fresh Supermarket", and of course she also told her mother about it.
Otherwise she would always be suspicious, thinking that she had done something shameful outside.
Aunt Huang immediately became interested: "This business is great! Sister Sun, your daughter is really smart!"
Sun Shaofen felt embarrassed by the compliment. She had always known that her daughter was smart, but she just had never put her intelligence to good use.
Sun Shaofen leaned close to Zhao Zitong's ear and reminded her softly: "Do you still remember? When you were in junior high school, you almost set the house on fire because of smoking."
this…
Zhao Zitong really wanted to say that she didn't remember it, but perhaps this incident had left too deep an impression on the original owner. After Sun Shaoshaofen reminded her, the original owner's memory immediately came flooding back.
One time, Sun Shaofen went to the market to buy vegetables. As soon as she left the house, the original owner's naughty kid hid at home smoking.
After taking two puffs, Sun Shaofen turned back to get something, which scared Zhao Zitong so much that she quickly threw the cigarette into the trash can.
Then…
The trash can caught fire and the house almost caught fire.
"It's not my fault that I did such a shameful thing!" Zhao Zitong felt wronged.
All the good things the original owner did are now blamed on her. How unlucky she is.
A little girl from Mong Kok who smokes, drinks, fights, dates with gangsters, and doesn't go to work or school.
This is how I am in the eyes of all my relatives...
Aunt Huang was interested in Zhao Zitong's business. She asked with a smile;
"Zi Tong, I think your business is promising. I have saved some money from selling tea eggs over the years. I wonder if I can invest some money as a shareholder?"
As we were talking, the spicy fried crab under the bridge was served.
The colors of this dish are particularly beautiful, with red peppers and green onions, which will increase your appetite and make you salivate.
Especially its strong aroma often stimulates people to eat up all the seasoning in just a few minutes.
The crab meat is very flavorful and has a great texture.
Zhao Zitong picked up a crab claw full of meat while it was still hot and put it in her mother's bowl, and picked up another one and put it in Aunt Huang's bowl:
"You are welcome to invest, but Aunt Huang, I won't accept too much. I will only accept 10%. 10% of the shares is 200,000."
Zhao Zitong also picked up a large piece of crab meat and said with a smile.
200,000 for only 10% of the shares sounds like a bad deal.
But this is Hong Kong, not the mainland.
Shop rent, labor, water and electricity bills in Hong Kong are extremely expensive. A dishwasher can earn at least 3,000 yuan a month.
This was unbelievable in mainland China in the 1990s.
At that time, the per capita income in most parts of the mainland was only about 500 yuan.
That’s why visitors from Hong Kong and Taiwan were so rare at that time.
If any family in the village has a relative from Hong Kong, it is a big deal!
"Okay, I'll invest 200,000!"
Aunt Huang agreed readily. She didn't have much capital, so it would be difficult for her to take over a store.
Besides, she is 50 years old this year, and the bank will not grant her a loan easily.
Their son owns a martial arts school, which sounds amazing, but they all know that relying on this martial arts school, it would be great if they don’t lose money, let alone make money.
"Brother Shaohua, do you want to invest as well?"
Zhao Zitong likes Aunt Huang and also admires Aunt Huang's son Ye Shaohua.
Ye Shaohua doesn't talk much, but he is very skilled. Having such a capable fighter in the store can definitely help a lot.
After all, the underworld in Hong Kong is still quite rampant. Maybe someone will come to collect protection fees on the day you open your business.
Ye Shaohua shook his head. He was not interested in selling pork. He only wanted to promote his Wing Chun.
With great passion, Ye Shaohua was determined to shoulder the heavy responsibility of inheriting Wing Chun since he was 5 years old.
He persisted for 20 years.
Now he has more than a dozen disciples, although they are all young disciples.
But he still feels that traditional Kung Fu is gradually declining. He said to everyone with a wry smile:
"Modern people have a lot of things to play with. Kung Fu is too rigid for them, especially Wing Chun."
In the past, when learning Kung Fu, it took three months to practice one horse stance.
But now, if you ask a student to do horse stance for 30 minutes, they can’t stand it.
To this end, he would teach some simple moves in advance to arouse students' interest.
But even so, he still felt that Hong Kong people were becoming less and less interested in Kung Fu.
Thinking of this, he said to his mother Huang Langgui:
"My father hopes that I can move the Yeh Clan Martial Arts School in Foshan to Hong Kong and continue to develop it. Since I promised him, I should do my best to do it!"
Ye Shaohua's voice was sonorous and powerful, and there was light in his eyes when he mentioned this matter.
Zhao Zitong was somewhat moved by his persistence in his dream.
Perhaps, this is the power of dreams and mission!
Ma Dandan looked at Ye Shaohua a little dazed.
Obviously this man's appearance is not my type, but why do I suddenly have this feeling:
I feel that when he said this, he looked better than the chicken drumstick in his hand
Seeing Ye Shaohua's refusal, Aunt Huang pressed her chest and cried out in pain:
"Oh my, your father is a ghost that won't go away. Not only did he dream of opening a martial arts school, but he even dragged his own son down with him after his death!"
"Look at other people's daughters. How come they are nano directors, so filial, and so good at making money?"
Ye Shaohua was tired of hearing these words from his mother since he was a child. He always let them go in one ear and out the other.
It was as if this world had nothing to do with me and the most important thing was to concentrate on eating.
"Tongtong, your store is about to open, what can I do?"
Sun Shaofen felt a little ashamed. She heard that the decoration was already in progress and she couldn't help at all!
Moreover, "Mrs. Sun's Fresh Food Supermarket" is such a nice name, and you can tell at once that it was given by her daughter.
Sun Shaofen was very touched. She remembered that when she just gave birth to her daughter, her mother-in-law told others that she had given birth to a money-losing child.
But even though it is such a "money-losing item", Sun Shaofen is willing to protect it with her life.
"Mom, of course you can do it. You can read. You can help me with the cash register, be the financial officer of my company, and be the financial minister of our family."
Things like cashiering are still very sensitive. Zhao Zitong can let Li Guoqiang and Aunt Huang each invest 10%, but he has no intention of letting them do the cashiering job.
As for finance, of course we have to have our own people to do it.
"Mom, do you believe me?" Zhao Zitong asked, holding her mother's hand.
"What do I believe in you?" Sun Shaofen really likes her current daughter. She is confident and optimistic. When she talks about her career, her eyes are full of stars.
"I believe you will be in charge of a lot of money in the future, so, Mom, you need to learn more about financial knowledge from now on."