Chapter 93: Re-rented Shop
Wen Zhenyi could only give a rough idea, and the rest would depend on him to figure out. "Master Cheng, that's all I have to say. As for whether or not to do it later, and how to do it, it's up to you. I don't have the ability to help you with any advice."
Mr. Cheng carefully put away the two pieces of paper. If it were someone else, this might be impossible to achieve, after all, the cost is not a small amount of money.
But for them, these two pieces of paper may be an opportunity for them to move to the next level.
Shen Hanxing understood the contents of her paper and became more and more curious about whether these were things from her previous world.
Wen Zhenyi didn’t pay attention to the two people’s contemplation, he stood up and took a small bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Shen Hanxing: “You haven’t had breakfast yet, right?”
Chen Hanxing was slightly stunned when he looked at the porridge in front of him: "How do you know?"
"I've been busy today, and my dad hasn't had time to bring you breakfast yet." He handed him a pair of chopsticks and said, "Eat quickly!"
Shen Hanxing started eating without hesitation.
Wen Zhen got up and went to the stall to help. Although there were some twists and turns in breakfast today, it was still sold out smoothly.
An ox cart, pulling two sets of tables, chairs and benches, had just entered the city.
Old Man Wen looked at the bustling street across from the market and said, "Old woman, it's quite lively over there."
Old Lady Wen looked up at the opposite side of the market: "Isn't that Cheng Wen and Ying He? Why are they here?"
"No way?" Old Man Wen was a little unconvinced.
"See for yourself."
Old Man Wen stretched his neck to take a closer look. The two people in the crowd were indeed his son and daughter-in-law. "Let's go and take a look."
The two men turned the ox cart around and headed to the other side of the market.
Wen Chengwen looked up and saw the two of them: "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"
Old Man Wen looked at the things next to them and frowned: "What's going on with you?"
"Grandpa, I'll tell you later."
Old Mrs. Wen also looked at Wen Zhenyi with a puzzled look on her face: "Yiyi, what is going on? You are not in the store, why are you here?"
Wen Zhenyi pulled her and Old Man Wen aside and whispered, "Grandma, do you still remember the people who were causing trouble over there?"
Old Lady Wen nodded: "Remember, they came to trouble you again?"
"He closed the market, saying it needed renovations, and had no intention of letting us out. Master Cheng helped by getting everyone to set up stalls here, and he didn't charge any stall fees."
"Why is this person like this? What should I do with the rented shop?"
"We don't want to rent the shop anymore. Mr. Cheng rented us a new shop and waived the rent for a year."
Old Lady Wen frowned: "Yi Yi, it's not good to take advantage of others like this. Why don't you write an IOU to Mr. Cheng and pay him back when we have money."
"Grandma, I will pay it back, don't worry. I just need you to go to the brokerage office to cancel the rental contract there."
"Okay, I'll go now. We'll come back to clean the shop later."
"No need, Master Cheng has already asked their servants to help us clean up."
"Okay, I'll come back and talk to you later." After saying that, he pulled Old Man Wen and walked towards Wanliya.
Master Cheng walked up to her and asked, "Do you know why Boss Wu is trying to embarrass you?"
"He wanted me to cook him a meal and give me one ounce of silver, but I refused."
Master Cheng snorted coldly: "One tael of silver, are you giving away a beggar?"
"Even if he gave me a hundred taels, I wouldn't do it for him."
Mr. Cheng was thinking about something else. It was not a festival, nor a birthday party. He came to invite Wen Zhenyi, probably not just to satisfy his appetite.
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first. If there's anything else you need to do in the store, just tell the housekeeper." Mr. Cheng said and left in a hurry.
"Master Cheng is gone?" Shen Hanxing was carrying a lunch box and preparing to return to the private school.
They have early morning classes and will not have breakfast until after the classes, so it is appropriate to go back now.
Wen Zhen nodded: "It must be something urgent. Is Brother Shen going back?"
"Well, you probably won't be able to deliver food today. I'll tell Yongnan and we'll eat in the cafeteria at noon."
Wen Zhenyi looked at the shop that had not yet been cleaned and nodded: "Okay, it should be ready in the afternoon. Come over and eat in the afternoon."
"Okay, I'll be leaving first." He said, picking up the lunch box and walked towards the private school.
Both pots of porridge were sold out, and diners who were not in a hurry to go to work took the initiative to help them clean the shop.
Wen Chengwen quickly refused: "No, no, how can I have the nerve to ask you for help."
"What's the matter? Just clean it up early so we can have a delicious breakfast tomorrow."
"That's right."
Wen Zhenyi and Zhu Tao took out the mop and started mopping the floor.
This mopping of the floor made everyone else look at him in amazement: "What is this?"
The butler looked at it curiously for a long time but still didn't understand.
"This is called a mop. It's used for mopping the floor. This way you don't have to wipe it with a rag. It's convenient and quick."
The housekeeper looked quite interesting. In the past, when they cleaned, they had to wring out the rag bit by bit to wipe the floor, and their backs would ache every time they finished.
"Can I try it?"
Wen Zhenyi handed him the mop readily: "Here."
The housekeeper started mopping the floor, which was really convenient: "Can this wooden floor be used?"
"Yes."
"Miss Wen, where can I buy it?"
"I have some here. My grandpa happened to make some today. They're ten cents a bunch."
The butler thought about it and felt that the price was fair and not expensive: "How many are there?"
Wen Zhen glanced at the oxcart and said, "There are ten."
"I want them all."
"Butler Cheng, you bought them all and didn't even leave any for us."
"You all know that our master has a wide family, and these ten mops may not be enough." Then he looked at Wen Zhenyi and said, "Miss Wen, I want to order ten more."
"Okay, when it's done, I'll have grandpa send it to you."
"That's great. Here are two cents of silver. Please keep it." As he said this, he handed the two cents of silver to Wen Zhenyi.
When others saw it, they all expressed their desire to buy it, and everyone was ready to pay.
Wen Zhenyi was afraid that he would not remember who paid, so he had to ask Wen Chengwen to write down the name and give the mop according to the name when the time came.
When Old Man Wen came back, his hands were stuffed with a lot of small change and copper coins.
He looked at Wen Zhenyi with a strange expression: "Yiyi, what is this?"
"Grandpa, this is the money from selling the mop, and some is the deposit. It seems you have to work harder when you go back."
Old Man Wen looked at the silver in his hand, his face wrinkled with smile: "Haha, I said it could be sold for money." Then he looked at Old Lady Wen: "Old woman, see, I was right, wasn't I!"
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