Finally, with the intervention of the police, the two men stopped fighting.
They were all invited back to the police station for tea.
Zhang Xiaoyan was worried and wanted to go along to check.
Song Qingqing stayed with her, and they both breathed a sigh of relief after learning that they would be locked up for a week.
Back on the street market, Zhang Xiaoyan packed up her things and ran to Song Qingqing's shop.
I was very impressed with her ability to open a shop in this area without saying a word.
"Qingqing, wow! You actually managed to find such a big space here to open a small shop. Your business must be booming!"
Zhang Xiaoyan only came here in the last couple of days to help her father with his stall.
Yesterday she was wondering who had built the iron shed here.
Her father also said that it must be someone with connections, because the position was excellent.
No one could get their hands on this place without connections.
To Zhang Xiaoyan's surprise, it was actually her good friend Song Qingqing who did it.
"Tell me quickly, do you know the owner of the amusement park?"
Otherwise, how would you have gotten this position?
Hearing Zhang Xiaoyan's words, Song Qingqing couldn't help but think of Sikong Xingchen, and smiled, "You could say we know each other."
She had no intention of continuing the conversation.
Zhang Xiaoyan was perceptive enough not to inquire about her relationship with the amusement park owner or how they met.
The two chatted from dusk until night, during which Song Qingqing only made less than ten yuan worth of business.
This stunned Zhang Xiaoyan, who had thought Song Qingqing would become rich.
"Qingqing, why is your business so bad? My dad makes a hundred yuan a day setting up a stall." Zhang Xiaoyan's round face was full of disbelief.
You know, just yesterday her father said this location was the best, and that whatever she did would definitely make a fortune.
She's been sitting here for a long time, but her classmate's business doesn't seem to be doing well!
She couldn't understand it.
Song Qingqing couldn't understand it either. In her previous life, that person's business here was booming, with people lining up far and wide to buy water.
Why does it fail when it's in her hands?
She racked her brains but couldn't figure it out.
In the end, she could only temporarily console herself by saying that the new store opening hadn't attracted much attention.
The two chatted for a while longer before finally going home.
When she got home, she was faced with an empty house, but Song Qingqing didn't care.
After washing up, I went to bed.
She couldn't sleep all night because she still couldn't understand why her business was doing so poorly.
I agonized over it all night, and went downstairs the next day with dark circles under my eyes.
The neighbors also kindly inquired whether she had been bullied by Song Meihua.
Song Qingqing said that they hadn't been home for the past two days and that she was safe.
The neighbors, after hearing this, still told her to be careful and to call them if anything happened.
Song nodded with a gentle smile.
What are Song Meihua and the others, who are being discussed, doing?
They were receiving Song Qingqing's file from her homeroom teacher.
Having obtained the file, Song Meihua, leaning on her cane, took her two children and found a secluded spot, then burned it to the ground.
"Now I'll see how this rotten piece of trash can study." Seeing the files burned to ashes, Song Meihua was extremely smug.
Standing not far away, Song Qingyi gave her a disdainful look, thinking to herself, "Does she think that Song Qingqing can't study because of this?"
How could that be? Such a petty trick can only annoy her a little.
However, she did not remind her aunt.
She was happy to see anything that could upset Song Qingqing.
"Mom, did you call Dad? When is he coming back to see us? When is he coming back to avenge us?" Qian Xiaomei, her face bruised and swollen, suddenly spoke up, looking at Song Meihua with anticipation.
Upon hearing this, Qian Xiaojun touched his ribs and said ferociously, "When Dad comes back, I'm going to teach that slut a lesson and show her what I'm capable of."
"Your dad said we'll have to wait a few more days." Thinking of her husband's tall and imposing physique, Song Meihua felt secretly pleased.
Song Qingqing was unaware of what was happening here.
She had already arrived at the store.
He sat there obediently from eight in the morning until eight in the evening, without even going to lunch.
I used the steamed buns I brought in the morning to pass the day.
But by the end of the day, she clearly realized that her startup had failed.
Yes, it failed.
Although she didn't want to accept it, she had to admit it.
Because, from morning till night, she only made less than ten yuan's worth of business, and 90% of that business came from vendors who came to set up their stalls after 4 p.m.
In the morning, even if she took a machine gun and swept through the streets, she couldn't catch many people.
She understood this.
Originally, she was targeting people who set up stalls.
She thought that people who set up stalls would be willing to buy water once they made money, just like 20 years later.
However, she overlooked one problem: it is 1990, and there are still many people who are not getting enough to eat.
Even if these people have made some money, how could they possibly be willing to spend a few cents to buy a bottle of water?
And they didn't even think about buying water to drink!
It's also her fault for being too eager to succeed. She didn't think of this at all and kept assuming that if others could make money selling water here, she could do the same.
She was being too presumptuous.
So what should we do now?
After frowning and thinking for a while, Song Qingqing decided to wait two more days and see if business continued like this.
Then she'll have to find another way.
After tidying up the shop, she intended to go home.
As soon as she closed the door, she saw an older man standing in front of her.
This middle-aged man is none other than the male owner of the small supermarket across the street.
"You're not allowed to open a convenience store here." That was the first thing the other person said upon arrival.
Song Qingqing is feeling down because business is bad!
Hearing this, she immediately laughed in anger, "Why should I? I'm miles away from you, how am I getting in your way?"
Song Qingqing was telling the truth; if you really counted, the two of them were indeed very far apart.
The other person was at one end of the entertainment street, while she was at the other end, so it didn't affect her at all.
Moreover, his target was the young people at the amusement park.
But she was only targeting the street vendor area.
Therefore, his business is clearly much better than hers.
But those who have good business are the ones who pick on her because her business isn't doing well. It's really too much.
"I'm only telling you this once, whether you listen or not is up to you." Seeing that Song Qingqing seemed fearless, the male boss didn't say anything more, turned around and left to find help.
Since Song Qingqing wouldn't listen to his advice, he had no choice but to use another method to get her to sell something else.
The next day, Song Qingqing opened her shop as usual. She dozed off in the morning, and after four o'clock in the afternoon, people started to come to the street market, and she only managed to get one or two customers.
Even though there were only one or two such stalls, some people still followed suit and set up stalls.
The location is right across from her, and it also sells beverages and bottled water.
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