Whether Zhang Xintian is a swindler or not is up to Tang Ping to decide.
That's someone else's son; He Wenlin wouldn't meddle in other people's business.
Zhang Xintian's situation is completely different from the matter between Hu Meiling and Tan Mingyuan, so He Wenlin will not get involved.
Some people say He Wenlin is being overly kind, but if she knows that her relatives and friends have been scammed, shouldn't she just ignore it?
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In the blink of an eye, it's the fifth day of the Lunar New Year again.
He Wenhua and his family followed He Yongping's car to Shaoxing.
They all had lunch at He Wenlin's house to wish Grandma He a Happy New Year, bringing lots of gifts.
Aunt He asked, "Lin Fei, why didn't your mother come this time?"
"My mom isn't coming this year; she's building a house at home."
“That’s a good thing,” said Mr. He. “No matter how big the house is outside, you still need a place in your hometown. When you get old, you will eventually have to go back.”
Upon hearing this, He Yongping asked his father, "When are you going to build the house?"
He Wenlin's hometown house is still a mud-brick and tile house.
Mr. He said, "We also plan to build it this year. Linlin will be taking the college entrance exam next year. Once she gets into college, we will definitely go back to our hometown to hold a banquet. So around the Qingming Festival this year, I will go home to arrange the construction of the house."
At that time, college students were still worth some money, especially in rural areas, where there were very few junior college graduates.
Of course, everyone present believed that He Wenlin would definitely get into a good school.
At this moment, He Ling opened the door and went downstairs. A short while later, she brought Peng Liang up.
Peng Liang came to wish his former boss, He Wenlin, a Happy New Year. He Wenlin, however, was unaware of his arrival, while He Ling knew and eagerly came downstairs to greet him. Hmm…
He Wenlin immediately smelled the sour stench of "love".
"What's the situation between your sister and Peng Liang?" He Wenlin asked He Shan quietly.
"You have a sharp eye," He Shan said. "The two of them started talking before the New Year."
"Looks like we'll be having a wedding banquet soon," He Wenlin said with a smile. "The two of you running a business at the night market must have a lot in common. Do your parents know?"
"I know, my sister kept it a secret from my dad at first, but one day, my dad caught them kissing. Haha, my sister didn't dare to look my dad in the eye for many days afterward."
"Haha, didn't your dad teach Peng Liang a lesson?"
"No, my dad knew they were embarrassed, so he didn't say anything. The two hadn't been dating for long. Originally, Peng Liang's parents were planning to get engaged during the Chinese New Year at home, but my sister didn't agree and wanted to see how things went."
Both He Ling and He Shan are intelligent and shrewd. In their previous lives, they were considered to have done quite well among ordinary people.
"Linlin, I've got my eye on a storefront near the Second Affiliated Hospital. I'd like to take it over and sell hot and sour noodles, sizzling tofu, and wolf tooth potatoes. What do you think?" Peng Liang asked.
He Wenlin: "To be honest, if you're going to set up a stall, I can offer advice. But if you're going to open a shop, the costs are high, so I don't dare to give advice, especially near the hospital, where the rent is definitely not cheap."
If they make a profit, that's fine, but if they lose money, they might blame He Wenlin, and He Wenlin doesn't want to take responsibility or be the scapegoat.
Peng Liang knew what she was worried about and said, "It's not your fault if we lose money."
"It's really hard to say. Some locations are great, but you just can't make money there, while some locations may look inconspicuous, but they're very profitable," He Wenlin said. "However, I'd like to ask, are you planning to close down the night market, or are you planning to open a physical store and hire someone to run it?"
“They are my older sister and brother-in-law,” Peng Liang said. “My mom took my sister to work at the night market and paid her a salary, while I took my brother-in-law to work at a physical store.”
"Are you planning to teach your sister and brother-in-law their skills, or do you want to partner with them? If you're going to partner with them, I suggest you think carefully."
He Wenlin understands that if she does well, she should help her relatives and friends, but there's no need for her to partner with someone to open a store.
“I’m not partnering with him, but I plan to give him some profits so he can work with me,” Peng Liang said. “Why don’t you come with me to take a look at that shop?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to help, but the cost of opening a shop is high, and I won’t offer any advice,” He Wenlin said. “Have you ever thought about setting up a stall near the Second Hospital?”
"There are already stalls selling hot and sour noodles and sizzling tofu over there, so I was thinking of opening a shop to be more competitive."
"How much is the rent? Have you calculated how much you need to sell it for to break even?"
"One hundred copies a day will break even," Peng Liang said. "The rent is 28,000 a year."
"No transfer fee?"
"I'll take it. Ten thousand yuan for the transfer fee. It's just an empty shop, nothing there. Ten thousand yuan for the transfer fee."
"The rent and transfer fee are really not cheap." As she spoke, He Wenlin took out a calculator and started pressing keys.
Then he said, "You also need to give your brother-in-law a share of the profits and pay him a salary. Your daily turnover of 150 yuan is not enough to break even. You need at least 250 yuan a day to break even. If you are confident, you can give it a try. Doing business is bound to be risky."
“Why don’t you reconsider?” He Ling said to Peng Liang. “You can teach your sister and brother-in-law so they can set up their own stalls or open shops. You and your mother can manage the night market stall for 250 yuan, which is equivalent to selling 160 servings.”
After calculating the costs, Peng Liang's earlier excitement subsided.
Peng Liang and his mother sell about 300 yuan worth of goods at the night market each night, and sell some near other factories at noon. Their daily turnover is about 400 yuan, and their monthly income is about 7,000 yuan.
“If you have money, buy more houses. Being a landlord will never be a loss,” He Wenlin said with a smile. “Actually, not every cake shop of mine makes money, so think it through. Other people’s opinions are not important.”
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