Zhao Zitong almost laughed out loud when he thought about his mother equating selling pork with becoming a pig butcher.
"Hahaha... Mom, you're going to make me laugh to death..."
"I am selling pork, not being a butcher..."
However, Sun Shaofen felt that there was no difference between the two. She leaned over and smelled it, and she smelled alcohol on her daughter.
well…
I went to drink again, no wonder...
He must be drunk again...
Sun Shaofen pushed her into her room, closed the door, and ordered her:
"Now, go to sleep, immediately, right now, and you are not allowed to drink anymore!"
Sun Shaofen did not agree with her daughter selling pork. Ma Dandan was stunned when she heard it. She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from shouting in the bank lobby.
Early in the morning, Zhao Zitong came to the bank to withdraw 1 million yuan in cash, and said that she would accompany Grandma Gao to her home later.
He also mentioned that he was going to sell pork.
While counting the money, Ma Dandan lowered her voice and said, "Zitong, are you crazy?"
Pig butcher, is that something a woman can do
Besides, killing pigs is dirty, tiring and a sin.
Ma Dandan seriously suspected that her good friend had a brain injury after jumping off the rooftop last time.
Although Ma Dandan has never seen a pig being slaughtered, she has seen many Hollywood and Hong Kong movies.
Often, in order to achieve a strong contrast effect, the director will naturally give the civilian hero an identity that looks completely opposite to the majestic heroic image.
An identity so insignificant that seems to have no chance of success, an identity so humble that is even worse than an ordinary person.
In Hollywood movies, this identity is often an alcoholic retired soldier or an aging former detective.
But in Chinese movies, this identity is a pig butcher.
This shows how unpopular killing pigs is.
"Why do you all equate selling pork with killing pigs? Not only do I sell pork, I also sell vegetables and fruits. Can I open a fresh food supermarket?"
Zhao Zitong took a stack of banknotes from Ma Dandan.
Fortunately, Hong Kong has a denomination of 1,000 yuan, so 1 million is just the size of a few bricks.
If you change it to domestic 100 yuan notes, you will really need a bigger bag to carry the 1 million.
Zhao Zitong even dares to be a smuggler, and doesn't think there is anything shameful about selling pork.
Although everyone says that there is no distinction between high and low occupations, in fact, there is still a chain of contempt.
The vegetable sellers look down on the pork sellers, the clothing buyers look down on the vegetable sellers, the home appliance sellers look down on the clothing sellers, the house sellers look down on the home appliance sellers…
In short: pork sellers are definitely at the bottom of the contempt chain for individual business owners.
When Ma Dandan heard Zitong say that she wanted to open a fresh food supermarket, she finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a good idea to open a fresh food supermarket, but where will you get the capital?"
"Here..."
Zhao Zitong pointed to the sign in front of Ma Dandan with the words "Hang Seng Bank" written on it.
"Bank?" Ma Dandan frowned in confusion and patiently explained to Zhao Zitong, "You can't get a loan from a bank since you don't have a job and you don't have collateral."
"What if I have a shop and a company?" Zhao Zitong asked.
"Of course you can. Our bank has many low-interest loan products for corporate users like this. But where is your store and company?"
"It will be available soon. I'll leave the loan to you, Manager Ma."
Zhao Zitong put the money into her black backpack and prepared to go meet Taikoocheng.
Taikoo Shing, as the first stop for Zhao Zitong to start her business, she felt that this place was particularly friendly. Seeing this large community and the residents coming and going here, it was as if she saw the white Hong Kong dollars...
Following the address given by Li Guoqiang, Zhao Zitong quickly found Gao Feng's half-renovated shop. Sure enough, the men who had been drinking yesterday slept here.
The entire store was like a dormitory for migrant workers, filled with bedding that smelled of sweat, messy daily necessities, and clothes, shoes, and socks thrown everywhere.
Seeing that it was Zhao Zitong who came, several men with naked upper bodies hurriedly put on their shirts and stuffed the underwear thrown on the chair under the quilts.
"Big sister, you're here..." Li Guoqiang put on his shirt carelessly while looking behind Zhao Zitong.
Didn't she say she was bringing a buyer to see the store today? Why did she come alone
Could it be that the buyer has changed his mind again? When Li Guoqiang thought of this, his face turned ugly.
"Brother Li, give me Gao Feng's phone number. I want to invite him here to talk..."
Zhao Zitong didn't explain. He took the toothbrush and water cup on a chair away, put a newspaper under it and sat down.
Li Guoqiang took Gao Feng's phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. Zhao Zitong took out a mobile phone from her bag and pressed a few buttons:
"Hello, Mr. Gao, right? I'm Miss Zhao. I want to buy your store in Taikoo City. I wonder if you have time to come over now. Yes, I'm at the store now."
The man on the other end of the phone was obviously silent for a few seconds, and asked hesitantly:
"Didn't you see anyone in the store?"
Zhao Zitong glanced at the men in the store, wondering how to answer him.
If we say there is someone there, we're afraid he'll think it's a trap set by a loan shark to lure him out.
If you say there is no one, could these men in front of him be ghosts? If you say there is no one, I guess he won’t believe it.
These people said that they would not move out until they received the final payment for the renovation.
"There are people, but I have taken care of everything. Don't worry, I am not a hired helper. I sincerely want to discuss the transfer of the store with you."
"By the way, your mother, Granny Gao, has something to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"
When the other party heard the three words "Granny Gao", he was silent for a long time, and then he spoke with a choked voice: "What did my mother say? I am unfilial, I am sorry for her..."
"She told me to tell you... You'll know when you come over to sign the contract. Come over quickly. If you want to apologize, you can say it to her in person..."
After saying that, Zhao Zitong hung up the phone.
Zhao Zitong did not comment on filial piety or not. Even a judge could hardly judge family affairs, let alone herself? As long as she accomplished what she wanted to do, of course, the basic premise was that she did not hurt anyone.
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Zitong took out 100,000 yuan from her bag and placed it in front of Li Guoqiang.
Li Guoqiang was still in shock, and his men were also dumbfounded. This girl was pretty and well-mannered, but they didn't expect her to be so generous.
This stack of colorful thousand-dollar bills must be worth at least hundreds of thousands of yuan!
"Big sister, what are you doing?"
Li Guoqiang took the money, a little bit in disbelief. Was this the Bodhisattva Guanyin falling from the sky