After personally calling Xiao Song from the Seventh Business Group to confirm, Zhang Hongcheng happily got busy with his men.
It just so happened that people from the furniture factory in Shanghai also came to Huacheng and escorted a batch of custom-made furniture ordered by Zhang Hongcheng.
During the furniture handover process, Zhang Hongcheng unexpectedly learned that the previous furniture project had been favored by people from the Seventh Business Office.
This is truly a unique fate!
However, Zhang Hongcheng didn't care about this false reputation. After all, there were still one or two years left, and safety came first!
Everyone found that the set of furniture ordered by the director was very strange.
They are all combinations of small sofas and coffee tables.
Compared with the previous minimalism, it has a more complex flavor.
Six large parasols were also transported on the same truck as the furniture.
This was borrowed by Zhang Hongcheng from Yang Tonghai, the manager of Oriental Foreign Affairs.
Anyway, Dongfeng Foreign Trade didn't need so many parasols, so he borrowed all the extra ones from other people's warehouses to Huacheng.
The textile factory of his old friend also did not escape Zhang Hongcheng's clutches, and he bought some tablecloths and floor-length curtains on credit.
Under the command of Zhang Hongcheng, a group of people worked busily for two days, mainly cleaning up the second floor of the row of storefronts behind the Liuhua Exhibition Hall.
The second floor, which previously looked cramped and narrow with fine lattice partitions, was covered by exquisite curtains. A small sofa and coffee table were placed in the partition, turning it into a semi-enclosed tea room.
The wooden floor was coated with a layer of oil, and a corner of the white gauze curtain in the corridor was gently swaying in the wind outside the window.
In the slightly wider part of the corridor, there is an exquisite standing stool, on which is placed an antique vase.
Everyone was stunned when they saw the brand new environment in front of them.
Is this still the Women's Federation office that was so crowded and suffocating before?
It is clearly a row of ancient Chinese teahouses!
Elegant and quiet.
Deputy Director Luo's previous office was converted into a tea room.
Zhang Hongcheng enjoyed Chu Miaohong's surprised look.
"Who still thinks that I lost money by exchanging this house with the Women's Federation?"
"I've already asked Miao Jiaxin about this. Although there are many meeting rooms in the Liuhua Exhibition Hall, they are not enough for the large number of merchants and business groups during each exhibition."
"Even with the strength of Youcheng Foreign Trade Company, they still have to wait in line for a whole day to apply for a negotiation room."
Zhang Hongcheng flicked the paper in his hand again.
"Look, we are allowed to provide tea and snacks to all business groups, and we can charge for them."
"Hehe, before you said this was just a few copper coins to give us as alms, now look at what you said."
"This sentence is so valuable!"
"Tea and snacks are free for guests who use our teahouse, but sorry, the charge for an hour is thirty yuan!"
Chen Beilei screamed and then covered her mouth.
"Thirty bucks?! For an hour? What kind of loser would rent that?"
Zhang Hongcheng chuckled.
"Just wait and see, this price is only for the first day!"
Gong Xue's beautiful big eyes were wide open, and she held Zhu Lin's hand tightly.
"Zhang Hongcheng, are you kidding me? The Canton Fair will only last about fifteen days at most. Can you help me calculate how much money we can make if it's really full?"
Zhu Lin smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"You can do the math yourself. I'm afraid I'll faint from counting."
The two talked in low voices and finally came to a conclusion.
Director Zhang’s teahouses are too expensive, and I estimate that only one or two can be rented out by then.
Chu Miaohong felt a little stingy while listening to this, so she simply set a trap for the two beauties.
"Since you think so, how about the three of us make a bet?"
"Let's bet..."
There are five storefronts downstairs, and the one on the far left was converted into a workshop by Zhang Hongcheng.
He spent some money and got a second-hand oven and oil pan through the Women's Federation.
They even obtained a lot of potatoes, oil, flour, salt, and even chicken from the organizing committee in the name of assisting the Canton Fair business group.
The Canton Fair officially opened on October 15th.
The Liuhua Exhibition Hall and the square in front of the exhibition hall were crowded with people.
But when we arrived at the two sides and back streets of Liuhua Exhibition Hall, there was almost no one there because the side doors and back doors were never open.
There is a small square in front of the Women's Federation's row of doors, which is shared with the back street of the exhibition hall.
The ground is very clean and flat.
And because the surrounding terrain is flat, the wind here is relatively strong.
Six parasols were lined up in a row.
An open-air teahouse consisting of six sets of simple sofas was quickly formed.
The combination of warm-toned parasols and warm-toned sofas, coupled with the refreshing summer breeze, will suddenly make anyone passing by feel like sitting here and daydreaming.
At the same time, a faint smell of fried food spread across the street. Unlike Chinese fried products, this smell of fried food has a warm and refreshing fragrance.
"Aqiu~!"
Zhang Hongcheng rubbed his nose to dispel the smell of hot sauce created by Bao Zhihui, and he and Jian Yong gestured to hang a sign on the leftmost storefront.
Chu Miaohong, who was standing not far away watching him work, had her legs trembling a little. Her snow-white hands covered her red lips tightly. She really could hardly hold back her smile.
She was very familiar with the color scheme of this storefront, especially the sign they had just hung up, which made her laugh until her calves cramped.
MKJ.
Mackenzie!
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