Demolition is like throwing one shoe in the middle of the night and waiting for the other to hit the ground. Now that both shoes have hit the ground, it is finalized.
No matter whether the demolition documents can be understood or not, the impact will not be large. It is nothing more than the transition period, the location, the new market... These things will all come to you one by one before July, and you don't need to understand.
"How is Uncle feeling?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"It's alright," Duan Feifei said, "this didn't happen suddenly, and I'm already mentally prepared."
"It's March now, and it's only three or four months from July," Jiang Kuo said, "you can officially start doing some preparations after your birthday."
"Still thinking about my birthday?" Duan Feifei smiled and turned to look at him.
"That's for sure," Jiang Kuo said, "I also set a reminder on my mobile phone, how do I go about it?"
"It's the same as when you were celebrating your birthday. It's just a matter of calling a group of people to eat, drink, and drink." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, recalling the process of his birthday last time.
Duan Feifei glanced at him, and added: "If you want to, let's just live by ourselves..."
"No," Jiang Kuo said quickly, "I didn't mean that."
Duan Feifei said that when the two of them lived alone, he suddenly wanted to agree.
But Duan Feifei was not him, Duan Feifei had a bunch of friends, and nothing else, just the model group, they couldn't justify their birthday without them.
"I was thinking about where to eat and drink." Jiang Kuo said.
"Listen to you." Duan Feifei said.
"I think about it." Jiang Kuo tapped his finger on the steering wheel, "Who do you want to call?"
"Classmates, friends, uncle and them." Duan Feifei said.
"Do you have time for old uncle and aunt?" Jiang Kuo was a little surprised. After all, he was a person who never had holidays or weekends, and only took a few days off during the New Year.
"Duan Ling and I will invite people to watch the store and go out to eat with us on their birthdays," Duan Feifei said. "They feel that birthdays are very important days for children."
"Well, then the old uncle and the old aunt... and friends, how many people are there?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Ten or twenty," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'll come, you can just wait and eat."
"Then am I not like everyone else?" Jiang Kuo snorted.
"We are together." Duan Feifei said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"Are you... not used to it?" Duan Feifei asked.
Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "What are you not used to?"
"Just, at least half of the people are people you don't know well," Duan Feifei said, "It's noisy."
"I'm definitely not used to it," Jiang Kuo said, "but I used to go to parties almost the same. I don't know more than half of the people, and I can't name the ones I've seen."
Duan Feifei laughed.
"Every time I sit and play with my phone," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll play if I have something to play with, and sit there if I'm not playing."
"Understood." Duan Feifei reached out and tickled his face lightly.
The small sweet wine workshop at the mouth of Nandahu Hutong is still there, but it has not been closed for so many years, and it has not even changed its place.
However, the storefront has become a lot more advanced. Duan Feifei has no impression of this small workshop, but has a unified impression of the storefronts in this area. They are all very old small stores that combine business and residence.
Now that the Sweet Hotel has been renovated, it is a small shop that is clean and tidy. It looks like a milk tea shop. It not only sells sweet wine, but also desserts. The business is not bad.
Duan Feifei and Jiang Kuo ordered two small dumplings and sat in the store to eat, waiting for the boss to pack sweet wine for them.
Five jins of sweet wine are bottled one jin each. They are packed in five frosted bottles, with a wooden stopper on the top and a delicate shop logo on the bottle.
"It's so formal." Duan Feifei looked at the bottle while eating the dumplings.
"It's beautiful." Jiang Kuo said.
"I want to do business with young people," said Duan Feifei. "In the past, I didn't pay much attention to it. It was enough to pack it in a plastic bottle. Now it looks like a drink."
"Packaging is still very important," Jiang Kuo said in a low voice, "but I think his family is a bit wrong. It looks good, but it doesn't have enough appetite. It's too like an alcoholic drink. Sweet wine brewed things that are very market-style."
"Well, it doesn't stand out anymore," Duan Feifei looked at him, "It should be more... nostalgic."
"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "but I don't know what to do with nostalgia."
Duan Feifei laughed: "You are the one who gives direction."
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't understand these things, just like Niu San Dao, I don't really understand which direction it should be, so I always want to go."
"Go," said Duan Feifei, "the third floor of Niu San Dao belongs to you."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.
I bought the sweet wine and went back to the market. As soon as the car entered the gate, I saw the relocation notice posted on the notice board by the door.
After the car was parked, the two of them went over to take a look. It was probably about to start moving to the temporary transition point in May. The current landlords and merchants can apply for booths first. The relocation work will be completed before July, and the market will be demolished.
The notice document in the old uncle's hand was written in more detail, and he also brought the phone and everything.
"It's too far," the old aunt sighed. "There aren't any households in Sanxinqiao. With such a big market, who can sell things to?"
"The ground is quite large, and it's all shacks!" The old man was a little angry. "The temporary transition can't be made so temporary. The sixth child went to see it and said it was a building."
"It hasn't been built yet, but it should be done when it's time to move," Duan Feifei frowned, "What do you mean by building a shelf? Are the stores going to be moved into the building?"
"There is a big building," the old aunt said, "and part of it is like what we are now."
"I'm going to find Brother Wen." Duan Feifei took his coat and walked out.
Jiang Kuo also quickly took his coat and put it on, and followed behind him.
"It's not time to sign up," the old uncle said, "what are you doing with him now?"
"Ask him if he knows the floor arrangements of the booths, and let him think of leaving the booths on the first and second floors or outside," Duan Feihan said. "Isn't the booth upstairs waiting to die, who will go up."
The old aunt sighed.
"Is the stall upstairs not easy to sell?" Jiang Kuo followed Duan Feifei quickly.
"Well," Duan Feifei said, "Especially in a market where there are not many people, let alone the third and fourth floors, there may not be anyone willing to go up to the second floor. In many markets, the second floor stalls cannot be rented out."
"Can you stay?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I have to beg and try it," Duan Feifei said. "Brother Wen is alright. I know him quite well. If you register and select a position normally, it will be easy. I'm afraid that there will be a lot of people vying for it."
"What if I can't get a good spot?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Then we'll have to go elsewhere to find a shop." Duan Feifei said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
Duan Feihan did not stop when he passed the market management office, and continued to move forward.
"Isn't it here?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Brother Wen is a veteran in this market. There must be a lot of people looking for him at this time," Duan Feifei said. "He won't be in the office."
"Where to find him?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"His house." Duan Feifei said.
"Damn it," Jiang Kuo was a little surprised, "Do you still know where his home is?"
Duan Feifei turned his head and grinned at him: "I grew up here. I know when the sewer cover was replaced. If you want to know where it goes, I can tell you."
"...I really don't want to know about this." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei laughed and put his arms around his shoulder: "I'll be there in a while, wait for me outside, there's a cafe there, you can go inside and sit for a while."
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded. It's okay to go to the office. It's really inconvenient for Duan Feifei to take someone with him when he goes to the house. "If you just tell me, I won't come with you."
"I'm afraid of you..." Duan Feifei smiled, "You accompany me."
The cafe is very small, with only two small tables, one of which is the boss's computer.
Jiang Kuo asked for a cup of hand punch. The boss was a young man who looked very sporty. He looked pretty good when he was doing hand punch.
"I'll finish talking soon." Duan Feifei said.
"No hurry," Jiang Kuo said, "you have a good chat."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei scratched his head twice, turned around and walked out of the cafe quickly.
Jiang Kuo watched his figure turn a corner through the window and disappeared behind several residential buildings across the road. He lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, which tasted okay.
It can be seen that Duan Feifei, who usually has a knack for everything, is a little nervous at the moment. It is estimated that he is not very sure about finding Big Brother Wen. It should not be that Big Brother Wen can do it.
Jiang Kuo held his chin and sighed softly.
This kind of trouble, anxiety, and uneasiness is something Jiang Kuo can't really understand. He has never had such an experience. It's similar to his mother's cafe, opening a store, and doing business, especially a business like Niu Sandao. It was really far away from him.
"Is the taste okay?" The boss sat at the small table opposite and turned on the computer.
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
The boss raised his eyes and looked at him: "If you have any comments or suggestions, you can raise them, and we will improve."
Jiang Kuo also glanced at him: "No."
"...Okay," said the boss, "please take it slow."
Jiang Kuo turned his head and continued to look at the residential building on the opposite street.
I don't know which building Duan Feifei entered, but he should have seen the big brother Wen by now.
He couldn't imagine such a scene. He had never asked anyone. The first time he asked for someone was probably to find Duan Feifei and let him use the air conditioner at 107.
… well, it doesn’t count either.
Otherwise, Duan Feihan wouldn't be able to accept his money.
Gee.
Half an hour later, Duan Feifei hadn't come out yet, and the role models had already come to Niu Sandao and started talking in the group.
[Ding Wuwei] I went directly from home
[Sun Zhuanghan] We are wearing shoes, slender has to shine shoes now
[Dong Xiaosa] I'm bored
Duan Feifei didn't answer, probably not finished talking.
[Jiang Youqian] I was waiting for handsome, he was chatting with the market manager
[Ding Weiwu] Is it about the demolition? Is there any news
[Jiang Youqian]Yes
[Sun Zhuanghan] We went to prepare first, the meat didn't even wear a sign
[Jiang Youqian]Good
Looking down at the chat messages on the phone, a cup of coffee was placed in front of him.
Jiang Kuo was stunned for a while, then looked up and saw that the boss was standing beside him.
"Our store presents you with a new product," the boss hugged his arms. "How about a taste?"
"...Thanks." Jiang Kuo said.
"You're welcome," the boss sat back next to the computer, "You can raise any comments and suggestions."
Jiang Kuo sighed.
Anyway, you can't keep silent!
Is there some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder
He took a sip of the coffee that was offered.
"Does it taste okay?" the boss asked immediately.
"The cup before was more to my taste," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't like the fragrance of flowers and fruits very much."
"How did the cup taste just now?" the boss asked again.
"Are you a new store?" Jiang Kuo couldn't help asking.
"No," said the boss, "the store is not new, I'm relatively new, I just took over the store."
"It's good," Jiang Kuo said. "I think it's okay. I don't have any other suggestions or opinions. I'm not a professional. You don't need to pay too much attention to my evaluation."
The boss smiled: "Thank you."
After the models arrived at Niu Sandao and began to prepare barbecue materials, Jiang Kuo finally saw Duan Feifei appear across the street.
From such a long distance, he could feel the extraordinary exhaustion.
"Please pack me a croissant and heat it up," Jiang Kuo said.
"Wait." The boss got up and quickly gave him a small cardboard box.
Jiang Kuo walked out of the store with a small cardboard box. Duan Feifei regained his composure the moment he saw him, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "See me? I still want to go in and find you."
"I've been watching," Jiang Kuo gave him the carton, "Do you want to eat?"
"Eat," Duan Feifei opened the box, "I'm really hungry. I originally went back and grilled two skewers of meat."
"How was the chat?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"It's okay, but there are really a lot of people looking for a relationship," Duan Feifei said. "He doesn't have much power either. There is a new team over there, so he may not be able to follow through. He still has to be prepared."
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Duan Feifei said it very simply, but he could already hear that this matter was not too sure.
"If you can find a new store location, it is actually better than the past location." Jiang Kuo said.
"Yes." Duan Feifei said while eating, "But... if we want to create a new store, the online store..."
"Is the money not enough?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"It's not enough," Duan Feifei said. "Originally, the old man wanted to give me some money to set up an online store, but now if I want to set up a new store, I think I shouldn't take any money from him."
"I have." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei glanced at him and smiled: "I have it too."
After Jiang Kuo finished speaking, he felt a little regretful, remembering that Cannon had reminded him before, don't go up and ask for money, don't wave your hand and just say money and I'll give it out...
"Then you'll do the math," he said. "See if it's enough, how much is worse, and I can… invest."
"Well," Duan Feifei put his arm around his shoulder, "it should be about the same, if it's not enough, you can give me some."
Although it was not very smooth to find Brother Wen, when he returned to Niu Sandao, he was still full of laughter.
The old uncle cuts the meat for people in the front, and the old aunt helps them brush the sauce in the back kitchen.
Several people were crowded in the store. When Duan Feifei and Jiang Kuo came back, there was not a large space, and people were everywhere at first glance.
"I don't know if there is enough space to squeeze so many people," the old uncle said with a smile, "there is no place to sit."
"There are big ones over there, but... everyone wants them." Duan Feifei said.
"What did Xiaowen say?" The old man asked in a low voice.
"I'm not sure. He's not familiar with that place. He'll be in charge of the registration when the time comes. It's not certain whether they can arrange a suitable one. The specific application has not yet been determined." Duan Feifei said.
The old uncle sighed and looked at the desk in a daze after helping people pack the meat.
After a while, he said again: "Did you mention opening a branch before?"
"Well," Duan Feifei looked at the old uncle and understood what he meant, "I can go run."
"Don't worry about it, you take your class," the uncle said, "I'll ask Duan Ling to find out, don't you want to have an online store?"
"There is no need to run the online store, and there is no need to hurry." Duan Feifei said.
"Let Duan Ling inquire first." The old uncle patted him.
"That..." Duan Feifei whispered, "I can't use the money from the online store right now..."
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then roared: "It's two different things!"
Duan Feifei was startled, and several people in the room turned their heads and looked over in fright.
"What's wrong?" Ding Zhe asked, "Uncle! I'll beat him up for you!"
"Poke your flesh," said the old man.
"Okay!" Ding Zhe shouted.
"Two things!" The old uncle looked at Duan Feifei, "Two things! If you agree to do it, you can't make a difference, understand! It's not that bad! Is your uncle that kind of person! After so many years, I don't know me at all..."
"Got it, got it," Duan Feifei patted the old man on the back, "I was wrong."
"Go back and help!" The old man tilted his head.
A group of people had only got together to eat, drink and have fun for several days before the Chinese New Year, but today it was like they hadn't been together in a hundred years, and they kept making noise in the store until the night.
When they returned to the dormitory, the old aunt looked disgusted and almost pushed them out the door.
The people from the Model Group had to go back to the dormitory to play. Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifei were too embarrassed to say that they would go alone, so they had to go back to the dormitory together.
It happens that the homework is not finished, so let's finish the homework first.
Jiang Kuo felt that he was really a good student.
Although Tang Li, the best student in their dormitory, had already completed all his homework, he was now lying on the table and carrying on his botanical studies in earnest.
He packed his things and went to 107.
Duan Feifei was leaning on the bed and playing games with the model group. When he saw Jiang Kuo coming in, he patted the bed: "Here."
Jiang Kuo was shocked by his bold and shameless proposal, but after scanning around, there was no room for anyone in the room. The chairs and reclining chairs, including the other vacant bed, were already occupied, and several people were occupied. There didn't seem to be any response to Duan Feifei's words, and they all bowed their heads and poked at the phone.
He took his homework, climbed onto Duan Feihan's bed, and said in a low voice, "You fucking scared me."
"It's alright, they can't hear it," Duan Feifei smiled, bending one leg against the wall, "Come here."
Jiang Kuo sat on the bed, leaned back on his lap, and set up the small table next to him, ready to start studying hard in an environment where everyone is playing and I love learning.
"Alright?" Ding Zhe asked from the reclining chair.
"Okay!" Several people replied.
Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei. Duan Feifei, who was leaning against the head of the bed, looked a little lazy, which reminded him of seeing Duan Feifei leaning on the reclining chair when he passed 107 for the first time.
Charming.
Jiang Kuo quickly reached out and touched Duan Feifei's thigh.
Duan Feifei raised his head and glanced at him, and his mouth warned him: Don't touch it blindly.
Jiang Kuo smiled, looked at the following people whose eyes were glued to the phone, and touched Duan Feihan's leg with his hand.
Duan Feifei sat up suddenly, grabbed his hand, his face was in front of his eyes, his eyes were rounded, and he asked in shock, "What?"
Jiang Kuo couldn't laugh as he propped up the small table.
Duan Feifei squeezed his hand, reached out and pinched his waist again, and warned him again with his eyes before letting go of his hand.
"Be honest." Duan Feifei slowly leaned back on the head of the bed.
"Yeah." Jiang Kuo smiled and nodded.
Duan Feifei's eyes returned to the phone.
The new phone is still very cool, I feel that the picture is a lot clearer.
But just after playing for two minutes, a message notification popped up at the top of his game interface.
In order not to miss the customer information of the sauce beef, he did not turn on Do Not Disturb. He thought it was too late and there would be no more news, but he didn't expect news to come in at this time.
He scratched in annoyance.
The moment the message pop-up window disappeared, he saw clearly that this was not a chat message, but a bank transfer notification.
-Your bank card with the last number XXX is transferred and deposited in RMB 4…
He was stunned, four yuan? Four hundred? four thousand
The key is that none of the customers said today that they want bank transfer. He cut out the game interface and clicked into the text message.
Seeing the transfer information, the transaction party: Duan Xiaohao.
The old uncle transferred 40,000 yuan to his card.
Duan Feifei tilted his head back, leaned against the wall and sighed.
"Duan Feifei, what the hell are you doing!" Dong Kun roared from below.