"Master Zhu, the owner of the shop you liked yesterday has agreed to sell it, and he has also offered to reduce the rent by one or two taels of silver per month. You can go sign the contract now."
Early the next morning, Fang Ya ran to Linhuai Marquis' Mansion with a red face and told Zhu Pingan the good news with saliva flying.
"Is there such a good thing?"
Zhu Ping'an came to the outer courtyard from the inner courtyard. After hearing what Fang Ya said, he was surprised. In this day and age, there are actually people who would voluntarily reduce the rent
Then Zhu Ping'an smiled and nodded, hung the purse in his hand around his waist, and followed Fang Ya out of the Linhuai Marquis Mansion.
In the distant yard, the chubby little maid Hua'er peeked out from behind a bunch of blooming roses, half of her head showing. Her big eyes were rolling around, and her chubby face full of collagen was curious and nervous. She looked at the direction where Zhu Ping'an left, like a young lady catching an adulterer.
The son-in-law just asked the young lady to borrow one hundred taels of silver.
The young lady gave it to her son-in-law without asking any questions. What if her son-in-law learns bad things from other people and goes out to drink and have fun, or go to some indecent places
Now everyone in the mansion says that the son-in-law is now the youngest fifth-rank official in the Ming Dynasty, and that his future is limitless. Many maids in the mansion look at the son-in-law with strange eyes.
Even Zijuan, the eldest maidservant beside the old lady, seems to be acting a little strange recently.
That's one hundred taels of silver, why aren't you worried, young lady
If the son-in-law goes out and flirts with other girls again, the young lady will definitely be sad.
no.
I have to go and see for myself, and help the young lady keep an eye on her son-in-law.
Can't let my son-in-law do anything wrong.
With the idea of curing the disease and saving lives in mind, the little maid nodded firmly, then clumsily moved far behind Zhu Pingan and Fang Ya.
Although he was clumsy, fortunately the distance was far enough and Zhu Ping'an didn't notice.
Of course, it was also fortunate that Liu Mu and Liu Dadao went to the city gate to pick up Liu Dachui and others early in the morning today and did not follow Zhu Ping'an. Otherwise, with the poor tracking skills of the little maid Baozi, they would have been discovered more than ten times by Liu Mu and Liu Dadao, old hunters who have been hunting in the mountains for many years.
It was already past eight o'clock in the morning. The Xinghua Gate was wide open and traffic was allowed in. Cars and people were flowing like dragons, and the scene was prosperous.
Fang Ya lagged behind Zhu Ping'an half a step, and they walked towards Xinghua Gate together, preparing to go to the shop to sign the contract. The shop had a front-yard layout, and the owner lived in the backyard.
Fangya had already reached an agreement with the landlord yesterday afternoon and agreed that the three parties would meet this morning and then sign the contract directly.
After the contract was finalized, Fang Ya was in a happy mood and introduced the nearby shops to Zhu Pingan as they walked.
For example, the owner of this store is very stingy. Not only does he deduct the wages of the store clerks, but he also often shortchanges the seller in weights and measurements. Be sure to be careful when you patronize this store in the future.
For example, the last shop was robbed, even the vases in the shop were not spared, they were all taken away.
For example, the day before yesterday when this restaurant opened, five or six big-breasted and big-butt Hu girls were invited from outside the Great Wall. They danced barefoot with their belly buttons exposed and their buttocks twisted. They were a hundred times more immoral than the prostitutes in Dongcheng. However, when Fang Ya said these words, Zhu Ping'an clearly saw his Adam's apple moving and he swallowed his saliva. It was obvious that he was drooling over the scene of the Hu girls dancing.
Zhu Ping'an nodded and responded softly as he walked.
Hu Ji dance, well, it is probably the belly dance of the Western Regions, which is an Arab dance in the Middle East. Even in modern times, this kind of sexy and charming belly dance is easily associated with sex. It is normal that it was considered immoral in ancient times.
Um.
When the restaurant opened, they invited Hu Ji to dance. Haha, it seems that ancient restaurants also understood some marketing techniques.
but.
Still rough.
It seems that it's time for you to see real marketing.
Zhu Ping'an curled the corners of his lips slightly and took a step forward. In the sunlight, the boy's bright smile almost dazzled people's eyes.
This is the street where the finalized store is located. There are shops on both sides of the street, including taverns, inns, cloth shops, teahouses, pen and inkstone shops, etc. In front of the shops there are small stalls selling farm products, fruits, candied haws, fortune tellers... Although the stalls are small, business is good and the stall owners are vying to attract customers.
At the foot of the imperial capital, there is vigor and vitality.
There are a lot of people on the streets, both high and low, and everyone's face is filled with yearning for a better life.
Next to the street is the Inner City River, which runs from the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal to the city. Boats are coming and going on the wide river, one after another. Boatmen are shouting and rowing their boats. On the shore, trackers are singing and pulling the boats. The simple dock is piled with goods. Porters are carrying goods with their bare chests and unloading them in a tense and orderly manner.
There is a stone arch bridge in front of the wharf area, spanning the Neicheng River and connecting the two banks. The stone arch bridge is not as magnificent as the Zhaozhou Bridge, but it is taller and larger, and the bridge hole is high and wide enough, which does not affect the passage of inland ships at all.
People come and go on the bridge, and boats come and go under the bridge, making the flow of people on this side of the arch bridge particularly large.
Just a few steps past the arch bridge, Fang Ya pointed to a shop and reminded Zhu Ping'an, "Master Zhu, look, this is the shop."
Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked in the direction where Fang Ya's finger pointed. It was a shop with two rooms, about 60 square meters.
This is a pastry shop.
A sweet smell could be smelled from a long distance away, which reminded Zhu Ping'an of the Fujia Lin pastry shop not far from the university gate when he was in college.
This is a very classic pastry shop with antique decoration. The shelves are filled with various pastries, such as steamed custard with sugar, steamed chestnut powder cake with osmanthus sugar, Ruyi cake, Hehuan cake, auspicious fruit... ...
However, despite having many varieties of cakes, the business of this pastry shop is rather slow. In the busy Xinghuamen area, this shop seems out of place.
Zhu Ping calmly looked at the wooden signs stuck behind the various cakes and cakes, and he began to understand why the business in the shop was so slow.
The price is too expensive.
The price of any kind of pastry was more expensive than beef or mutton, and it was obvious that only the upper class could afford it. However, most of the people coming and going on the street were ordinary people, as well as hard-working porters and boatmen, and only a small number of passing merchants and wealthy people.
The object is positioned incorrectly.
Beijing, Dongcheng is rich and Xicheng is expensive! Xuanwu is poor and Chongwen is ruined!
If this pastry shop was opened in the wealthy areas of East City or West City, the business might be very different.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head slightly, followed Fang Ya past the main entrance of the shop, and walked into the backyard of the shop through the corner door on the side.
The backyard is quiet and has flowers, grass and a clump of bamboo.
As soon as he entered the backyard, a touch of red caught Zhu Ping'an's eyes.