"Nothing! Are you done talking?"

Lu Jiuchuan asked back while holding the reins.

Luo Qianyu nodded.

He turned around, shouted at the ox, and whipped the ox cart to move forward.

Luo Qianyu was leaning back and felt a push on his back on the back seat of the ox cart.

I couldn't help but secretly call him "crazy".

Zhang Weimin fell behind, his face covered with dust raised by the cow's hooves. He hurriedly got on his bicycle to catch up, but almost ran over the steaming cow dung.

Luo Qianyu happened to see it all and laughed out loud with joy.

Lu Jiuchuan was confused:

"What are you laughing at?"

"nothing."

Luo Qianyu retorted with his previous words.

He became even more depressed, and his low mood continued until he entered the textile factory.

Zhang Weimin showed them the way:

"Brother Jiu, sister-in-law, you go talk first. The room next door is mine. I'll wait for you inside."

After saying that, he ran away without waiting for them to speak.

Luo Qianyu knocked on the door and entered Wu Chunsong's office:

"Hello, Deputy Director Wu! We met yesterday. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to discuss the lease."

When Wu Chunsong heard the word "deputy" in her address, his eyebrows twitched and a fake smile appeared on his face:

"What a coincidence, let's sit down and chat."

He sat behind his desk and blew a few sips of tea foam from the teacup.

Luo Qianyu, on the other hand, smiled foolishly and sat on the only chair opposite Wu Chunsong, across the desk, like a small employee being interviewed by his leader.

Wu Chunsong took two sips of tea, curled the corners of her mouth in disdain, and then forced a fake smile, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Lu Jiuchuan behind her first.

He was unusually tall, with a stern face and eyes gleaming with cold light. He stood behind Luo Qianyu like an angry King Kong.

He could hardly laugh, and took another sip of tea, thinking: He is just putting on airs, he is just a rural important person, what a person.

Luo Qianyu did not miss the change on his face, smiled flatteringly, and spoke first:

"Deputy Director Wu, how do you think we can rent those warehouses and factories? I want to rent them all."

Wu Chunsong put down the teacup, crossed his hands on the table, and said seriously:

"At the original leadership meeting, I strongly opposed renting out warehouses and old factory buildings to individuals."

"But Director Zhang used the official document from above today to ask me to give self-employed people like you a chance, so I can't be unkind."

"Tell me what advantages you have over factories and units."

Luo Qianyu looked back at Lu Jiuchuan, as if asking what he thought.

After a moment of eye contact, he hesitantly rummaged through his pocket, and after a while he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He unfolded it and fiddled with it, then put his hands on the table.

"I don't know what advantage is, why don't you look at this picture?"

"This is the picture my sister from my mother's side drew. She said if we modify it according to this picture, we can make money."

Wu Chunsong leaned his head forward, the flesh on his fat face trembled, and his eyes fell on the crumpled piece of letter paper.

I seriously doubt where she picked it up from.

There were originally double red lines on the letter paper, and then there were many criss-crossing lines drawn with a black pen, which gave him a headache.

He waved his hand, leaned back in his chair, and smiled contemptuously:

"Are you kidding me? You can make money just by drawing something?"

Luo Qianyu took back the paper and turned it around in his hand:

"Is it not possible? My sister said that this is a design, and the decoration is based on the drawing on this paper. If you respond to the country's call and become an individual business owner, you will definitely be able to become a millionaire."

"Decoration?" Wu Chunsong quickly extracted the key words from her words, "What decoration?"

Luo Qianyu certainly knew that the decoration industry really started to rise in the 1990s.

At this time, many families still live on dirt floors. Those in the county who have the conditions only live on cement floors. Painting the walls white and pasting pictures of great men and Tiananmen Square on them is already the most fashionable thing.

Rich families would use terrazzo as flooring and place painted furniture and expensive electrical appliances in their homes to show off their status.

No one knows the word decoration.

But this does not affect her pretending to be stupid:

"Ah, renovation, probably means repairing, remodeling, and then decorating it to make it easier to do business."

"For example, the warehouse door now faces the textile factory. Wouldn't it have to change direction and open toward the paper mill?"

Wu Chunsong nodded in agreement. Even if he helped the paper mill to rent the house, the first thing he would do was to change the door.

"What else are you going to change?"

Luo Qianyu was very happy to see him nod, and said quickly:

"The walls must be painted, and the floor must be done, too. I don't know anything else."

He continued to nod and asked:

"I see that your family is not well-off. It costs a lot of money to rent a warehouse. Do you have money?"

Luo Qianyu's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and took out his pocket:

"Yes, I brought money with me. I begged and borrowed from everywhere to get the money together..."

"Ayu." Lu Jiuchuan, who was standing behind her, suddenly said, "I won't take the money until we reach an agreement."

She continued to take it out nonchalantly, complaining to Lu Jiuchuan:

"Well, Deputy Director Wu is not a bad person. He asked us if we had money. He must want to rent it to us."

As she finished speaking, she took out all the bills she had and placed them on the desk.

The big unity notes were neatly stacked, and there were also quite a few Mao bills, some in denominations of a few cents, piled together in a messy mess.

A flash of contempt flashed across Wu Chunsong's eyes.

"Didn't Director Zhang tell you how much it costs per month to rent this row of warehouses and old factory buildings?"

"Ah? He didn't say wow! Isn't this money enough? Deputy Director Wu, please check. There are more than 600 yuan here."

Luo Qianyu pushed the money in his direction.

He said nothing, but picked up the teacup again, his mind becoming active.

This woman didn't seem to have much money and was a bit stupid, but her renovation plan was to his liking.

My wife and brother-in-law have similar ideas. They might as well think of a way to set a trap for the silly woman and help my wife save some money. Maybe my wife will agree to let him have a third child because of his contribution.

"Comrade Xiao Luo, this money you have is not enough for one month's rent, and we want to rent it out, and the rent must be paid for at least half a year."

Luo Qianyu's eyes widened:

"Half, half a year? Six hundred is not enough for a month. How much does it cost?"

"Deputy Director Wu, can the rent be lower? Pay it month by month? It's really hard for us rural people, please help us."

Lu Jiuchuan walked past her, reached out and grabbed the money on the table, then pulled her up:

"Ayu, we won't rent this factory. We are all from the countryside. Where can we find so much money?"

"We still can't afford 600 yuan a month."

"Besides, you don't know what you're going to do with such a big place. Listen up! Stop making trouble!"

Luo Qianyu felt rhythmic knocking on his arm.

I silently gave him a thumbs up for his advice.

Then he lay on the stool and refused to get up, shouting:

"Don't pull me, just beg Deputy Director Wu again, there will always be a way."

He dragged the stool along with him, and the legs of the stool rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

The scene was as miserable as a bully robbing a decent woman.

"Lu Jiuchuan, let go, let me go."