Li Yuanyuan watched Zhang Cheng's departing figure, let out a soft snort, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.

"You want to hire new people? Zhang Cheng, you'll never get rid of me in this lifetime!"

She turned around and began directing the sales staff to tidy up the shelves that had been ransacked by the firefighters.

Zhang Cheng walked alone on the street, pondering in his mind.

Secretary Liu's few reprimands were still somewhat lenient.

If they really intend to kill, it won't be as simple as just the fire department coming to the door.

"It seems we need to get back to the village as soon as possible, so we can avoid seeing it."

He made up his mind and turned towards the video arcade.

Inside the video arcade, Zhang Jianhao slumped helplessly in his chair.

The fire department's rectification notice was lying on the table, but he didn't know where to start.

"elder brother!"

Hearing footsteps, Zhang Jianhao looked up and saw Zhang Cheng, and immediately stood up.

Zhang Cheng met his fiery eyes and patted him on the shoulder.

"Why are you looking so long? The fire department ordered us to make changes, which means we do have safety hazards. If you can't do it yourself, then pay someone to do it."

He paused for a moment, then said, “Sword Master, remember, a person’s energy is limited. It’s impossible to be proficient in everything, let alone do everything personally.”

"Brother, hiring people costs money!" Zhang Jianhao said with a pained expression.

"Money is something that needs to be spent before it can be accumulated, just like fishing and baiting the spot."

Zhang Cheng waved his hand, "Take this opportunity to completely renovate the video arcade. Our [Yangcheng] video arcade should be the most upscale in Zhejiang Province, no, in the whole country!"

"Huh?" Zhang Jianhao was dumbfounded. The highest grade in the country? He didn't even dare to dream of it.

“Go back to South Street and find Old Liu at the Treasury Bond Recycling Center. He’s from Shanghai, very knowledgeable, and you can learn from him.”

“Isn’t the village going to get power lines? Perfect, let’s send all the old TVs from these six video arcades back to the village. And let Old Liu get six color TVs from Shanghai, the bigger the better.”

"Stop using hard benches, replace them all with sofas."

"Don't buy a new sofa, it's not worth it. Find a few good carpenters to make the sofa frame, and hire a few experienced drum makers to use their drum skin skills to stretch the artificial leather on. There's plenty of artificial leather in Wenzhou, and it's cheap."

Zhang Jianhao was speechless.

"Repaint the walls and fix the lighting properly."

Zhang Cheng finished speaking in one breath, and Zhang Jianhao grinned.

"Brother, I secretly asked in Shanghai last time, and a color TV costs four or five thousand."

Four or five thousand a unit is indeed shockingly expensive.

Zhang Cheng bought a five-story building for a mere 23,000 yuan.

But these days, color TVs are the ultimate gadgets.

Even if he were to spend 20,000 or 30,000 yuan to buy six machines, he would feel the pinch, as the video arcade takes too long to recoup its costs.

"Here's what you do, ask Lao Liu if he knows of any secondhand ones that he can get for under a thousand yuan."

Zhang Jianhao said with a bitter face, "Brother, I've already inquired. The cheapest used color TV now costs at least two or three thousand. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Zhang Cheng raised an eyebrow. This swordsman wasn't just someone who was good at loafing around.

"Unless it's smuggled goods. I heard that second-hand color TVs in Hong Kong Island only cost one or two thousand dollars each."

"You know someone who deals in this?"

Zhang Jianhao chuckled.

"Brother, have you forgotten where this is? It's a video arcade, you can find all sorts of people here. I just overheard someone mention it and asked a few more questions."

"Okay, then go and inquire. If you really have a way, it's not impossible to get it done. Stick to the price, no more than 1,500."

“Okay! I’ll go right away!” Zhang Jianhao replied.

"Come with me to the credit union later. You can open an account and I'll transfer some money to you."

"Brother, what's wrong? I can just ask you for the money if I need it." Zhang Jianhao asked, puzzled.

Zhang Cheng smiled.

"I plan to go back to the village for a while."

"Huh?" Zhang Jianhao blinked, thinking to himself, "Is Brother Gou homesick? No, he must be reluctant to leave his sister-in-law alone."

Seeing his strange grin, Zhang Cheng lightly kicked him in the butt.

What are you laughing at?

"Brother, you must be missing your sister-in-law!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go to the credit union."

"Okay!"

The two arrived at the credit union.

Zhang Jianhao opened an account, and Zhang Cheng transferred 20,000 yuan to him as start-up capital for renovating the video arcade and buying a TV.

Looking at the more than 840,000 yuan left in his account, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel happy.

These days, people with 10,000 yuan are extremely rare, and he's already on the verge of making a million.

They have a lot of money and strong purchasing power.

But upon closer inspection, it's nothing.

He had asked Jiang Yuhong in Shanghai, and the Cadillac that was there would cost more than 1.2 million yuan after taxes and fees.

He worked himself to the bone, and all he earned was enough for a car.

After sending Zhang Jianhao back to the video arcade, Zhang Cheng returned to South Street.

Instead of going to Li Yuanyuan, he went directly to the landlord of the five shops.

Money in an account is just a string of numbers; it's only when you spend it that it becomes real money.

For 31,000 yuan, the property rights of five shops were successfully acquired.

He didn't mention this to Li Yuanyuan.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng had a stack of property ownership certificates for commercial housing in his pocket, plus five newly acquired property ownership certificates for commercial shops.

These are the assets he will have to secure his future.

Even if the business fails in the future, they can still live comfortably just by collecting rent.

Having accomplished his task, Zhang Cheng left Funing County quietly without alerting anyone.

evening.

Entrance of Zhangjia Village.

Zhang Cheng gazed at the consignment store from afar, a smile just beginning to appear on his face.

Suddenly!

His smile froze, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

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