I said this, but I was very worried, because I had already anticipated the difficulties that might arise before Chen went to Beijing.
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After Ye Zhi finished her meal with me, she returned to her hotel. I didn't rush to leave "Jiulongju" either. I wandered around the deserted commercial street for a while. Looking at the shops with their doors tightly locked, I felt a sense of loss and distrust between people.
This could have been a win-win situation, but this lack of trust has increased the difficulty of my startup and may have caused them to miss an opportunity to increase their assets.
At that moment, I felt my enthusiasm was dampened... but that's human nature, and I, alone and powerless, really couldn't change anything.
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I sat down in front of an empty shop, lit a cigarette, and started thinking about solutions again... As for starting "Jiulongju", I didn't plan to look back, because this was a business I was determined to make successful.
I called Nicole and asked her to suspend the plan to open a branch of the "Women's Flower" bar in "Jiulongju". Because I was not confident, I dared not spend money recklessly. I had to change my overly aggressive entrepreneurial attitude from a while ago. I felt that the winter after I made my first pot of gold had come again.
When I was halfway through smoking a cigarette, my phone, which was next to me, vibrated again.
This time, I didn't instinctively guess. I mechanically picked up my phone and saw it was Chen Jin calling. I immediately perked up and quickly answered, asking, "How did it go?"
Chen Jin replied in a low voice, "We'll talk about the shop later... Just transfer me two thousand yuan first."
"What's wrong?"
"I was bitten by a dog when I went into the alley to look for someone... I'm in the hospital getting my wound treated right now."
"Can't be that unlucky?!"
Chen Jin replied angrily, "It's still a stray dog, who knows who to take responsibility for."
"Don't worry, I'll transfer it to you right away."
Chen Jin was silent for a while before saying, “Michael, we can’t count on the shop owner in Beijing… The old man had cancer and died last month. His children are fighting over the inheritance, so the property rights of the shop he bought before his death are currently unclear… His children don’t care about this matter now. I only said a few words before they kicked me out.”
I sighed heavily, then cupped my forehead in my hand, suddenly at a loss for words. To chat with more like-minded people about "My Tenant Miss," follow "Or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books with other book lovers.
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