Chapter 92 Thanks
Wen Zhenyi shook his head: "This shop is already very good, I want this one."
"Okay, I'll ask someone to clean up for the girl. Would you mind preparing the tables, chairs and benches for her?" The butler said as he took out a key and handed it to her.
"There's no need for tables, chairs, or benches. I've already asked the villagers to make them. If you guys had prepared them for me, I really wouldn't be able to explain myself."
"Okay, I'll have someone come clean it up for you now. We moved in a hurry today, so you'll need to wait a little longer."
Wen Zhen nodded slightly and walked out of the shop. He saw Master Cheng still sitting on the stool outside: "Master Cheng, has Mayor Meng left?"
"He left because he still has official business to attend to. Your cooking skills are truly amazing. Things we normally wouldn't eat have become delicacies after being cooked by you."
Wen Zhenyi sat next to him and looked at the people sitting on the roadside drinking porridge: "It's a happy thing to see that everyone likes to eat what I cook."
Master Cheng had never understood why she would rather work hard to open a shop than be a cook in his house. Now, sitting here, he finally understood. This kind of fireworks is something people yearn for.
"Master Cheng, do you have any plans for this street?"
Mr. Cheng withdrew his gaze and turned to look at her: "You seem to have an idea?"
"If you want to run a market on this street, you might as well rent out shops to the people."
"Ordinary people can't afford to rent a shop. The price of this shop is not cheap."
"I didn't tell you to rent it to ordinary people."
Mr. Cheng looked puzzled: "Who is it rented to?"
"Some fixed vendors who have to set up stalls every day are exposed to the wind and sun. It's better for them to be indoors, where they don't have to worry about the sun or the rain."
"That's a good point, but I'm afraid they won't want to rent it."
"How about I give you an idea."
"Tell me about it."
"You could buy the things people bring in every day at a low price, turn these row shops into a vegetable market, and have your own people sell them. Or you could set up a market inside these shops and charge stall fees. I think everyone would be happy with that."
Mr. Cheng still didn't quite understand and looked confused.
"Why don't I draw it for you?" Shen Hanxing appeared behind her at some point.
Wen Zhenyi turned around and looked at him: "Brother Shen, why are you here?"
"I heard something happened at the market, so I came to take a look."
"Everything is fine now. Master Cheng helped solve it."
Shen Hanxing sat on the stool next to her: "If you draw what you just said, Master Cheng might understand it better."
Wen Zhen nodded slightly: "Wait a minute, I'll go find some paper and pen. I don't know where they went after moving."
When Master Cheng saw Wen Zhenyi leave, he turned to look at Shen Hanxing: “Hanxing, you are not such a warm-hearted person.”
Chen Hanxing smiled faintly: "Now I can only eat the food she cooks, what else can I do?"
Master Cheng smiled and shook his head: If that brat competed with the kid from the Shen family, he would probably not be his match. However, he was reluctant to let him go just like that.
Wen Zhenyi returned with the four treasures of the study and placed them on the table: "Brother Shen, please help me draw this."
Shen Hanxing took the brush from her hand: “Okay.”
Wen Zhenyi described what the vegetable market looked like in his previous life, and then watched Chen Hanxing slowly draw it on the paper, stroke by stroke.
Mr. Cheng didn't understand it before, but now seeing the picture slowly unfolding, he stood up and looked closely at the drawing paper.
The picture above is vivid, and he can feel the strong atmosphere of life inside, with eaves, stalls, and people buying vegetables.
There are shops selling cooked food, seasonings, rice and noodles, local specialties, and fruits. Each area is neatly divided, which is much more convenient than buying vegetables on the street.
The streets on the drawing paper also have parking spaces, so people from wealthy families don’t have to worry about rain or hot weather when they go out to buy groceries.
Chen Hanxing put down the last stroke and blew on the ink on the drawing paper: "Sister Wen, take a look, is it correct?"
Wen Zhenyi smiled and nodded: "Every time I say it, you know what I want to express."
Chen Hanxing smiled slightly: "Do you want to draw another one?"
"Well, draw another one. This one is for Mr. Cheng as a thank you gift for his help today."
Mr. Cheng was still dazed looking at the blueprint of the market when he heard that another one was going to be drawn. He quickly stretched his head to take a look.
All I saw was another huge house with shelves filled with all kinds of goods, including finished clothes and all kinds of daily necessities.
It also includes vegetables, meat and other ingredients, but he can't understand what is shown in the painting.
Shen Hanxing put down his brush and looked at what was on the painting. There was some shock in his eyes. If this was done well, it would really cut off the escape routes of many people.
Master Cheng looked at the drawing on the paper with a confused look on his face: "What is this?"
Wen Zhenyi looked at him and said, "Master Cheng, if you can buy everything you need in one place, would you still go to each store to buy it?"
"Of course not, it would be too much trouble." As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes widened immediately: "You are..."
Wen Zhenyi said nothing, but smiled faintly: "This is a thank you gift. As for whether you are willing to do it or not, that is your business, but I can tell you with certainty that the first person to open it will definitely make a lot of money."
Mr. Cheng's excitement gradually subsided. He slowly put down the paper in his hand and sighed: "If I do this, not only will I need a lot of money, but it will also cut off the livelihoods of many people."
Wen Zhenyi smiled and said, "Who said that? Maybe it will be a longer road."
"What's the meaning?"
Shen Hanxing didn’t quite understand what she meant.
Wen Zhenyi didn't keep the secret: "You don't have to monopolize these goods. You can cooperate. As long as the price is reasonable, both of you will make money. Let's take the simplest example. The market price of beef is 30 wen per jin, and he can offer you 25 wen, or he can sell it in your supermarket and you earn the stall fee."
"The same goes for cloth, wooden basins, and so on. The things are theirs, and the benefits are shared by everyone. You just provide a large enough venue."
Mr. Cheng frowned. This way he could reduce the risk, avoid offending anyone, and also take his business to the next level.
His eyes lit up when he looked at Wen Zhenyi. If this girl were to do business, no one in the county would be her rival. Her methods and vision would make even someone like him who had been in the business world for most of his life feel ashamed of himself.
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