The brothers ate and chatted, talking about everything under the sun. Before they knew it, the drinking session lasted until three in the afternoon, and they were all almost a little drunk.
Wan Feng's car was detained in the hotel by Han Guangjia on the pretext that he had drunk too much. Wan Feng was not allowed to drive back and was asked to walk back.
What the hell is this? Is it reasonable for a grown-up like me to walk back home? Can't you arrange for someone to drive me back?
Han Guangjia slapped his head and called the security company to ask someone who could drive to take Wan Feng home.
When passing by the old brigade headquarters, Wan Feng, who was a little drunk, realized that the renovation project of the old brigade was nearing completion.
The driver sent by Han Guang's family drove the car into Wan Feng's yard and went back.
Wan Feng thought about it and did not go home. Instead, he went out and came to the old brigade which had been almost renovated.
Ever since Wang Chunjiang's air pump factory moved to Huanghui, Li Quan has not rented out this yard again, and the renovation work started on May 1st.
Although it is not completed yet, it will be completed soon. It will probably be completed in two months after the Chinese New Year and spring.
Two six-story buildings were built on the west and north sides of the road that runs through the village.
The buildings in these two directions are quite standard, but the buildings in the southeast direction are more fancy.
The building next to Wan Feng’s house on the east side is three stories high. It is probably because the roof is too high that it blocks the sunlight from Wan Feng’s house.
Wan Feng's home is four meters higher than the old brigade's, so from Wan Feng's perspective, this three-story building is just the height of a slightly taller house.
This three-story building is divided into many small compartments of about 7 or 8 square meters in area. They serve as warehouses for those who buy the houses here.
The building on the south side is also three stories high, with a doorway in the middle. People living in this community can only enter and exit from this direction.
The first floor of the south building is also a store, but because it does not face the road, Wan Feng estimates that it can only be used as a warehouse and will not be in high demand. Even if someone rents it, it will be used for business that does not need to face the street.
Wan Feng came out of his house and looked at the building in the south.
In fact, he passed by this door every day on his way to and from get off work, but he never took the renovation here seriously.
Li Quan has been arranging the renovation since May Day, but the buildings on the northwest side have not been completed yet.
Besides, this community designed by Li Quan is so weird. It always seems not right and it is not symmetrical, giving people a top-heavy feeling.
Who designed this?
After thinking for a while, Wan Feng took out his cell phone and called Li Quan.
"Uncle Quan, has anyone made a reservation for the store on the first floor south of the brigade?"
Li Quan was playing a small mahjong game in a small shop.
Wan Feng is particularly disgusted with gambling. He believes that a game with a stake of more than five yuan is considered gambling, and a game with a stake of less than five yuan is considered playing.
Therefore, the gambling culture in Xiaoshutun was influenced by him and was limited to the level of playing, and did not develop on any scale.
No matter what is betted in Xiaoshutun, the stakes never exceed five yuan.
Those who gamble big money don’t play in Xiaoshutun, they all go to Wahou Dashutun or Huanghui.
The shop is full of small games like this.
Even in such a small game, Li Quan's eyes widened because his opponent gave him one dollar as soon as he fired the shot.
"You only give me one dollar for firing the cannon? Hurry up and give me another dollar. You're trying to fool me."
The woman next door is a young woman in her thirties who is unwilling to give it.
"It's okay if you don't give it to me. Just leave the door open for me when your Zhuzi is not at home."
The young wife spat at him: "You want to keep the door open for just one dollar? I'm not that worthless!"
"Tsk! At least give me back one dollar. How do you explain that someone is paying for it?" Li Quan was not ashamed at all.
"That's because they are so emotional."
"Don't we have a good relationship?"
"Bah! I asked you to buy a sausage and you refused. No one would have feelings for a stingy person like you."
"It's just ham, I have it on me."
There was laughter in the room.
This mahjong game is more lively than a storytelling session.
Just when the young wife was about to take practical action to force Li Quan to take out the sausage in public, Li Quan's phone rang.
"Stop making noise, stop making noise. This is Boss Wan calling. Keep your voice down."
Li Quan took care of the situation before answering Wan Feng's call.
"You mean the store south of the old brigade, right?"
"Yes, the one facing south."
"The west side store is all booked, and the two closest to the southwest corner are also booked, but the others are not."
"Then leave me two of the stores next to the ones you booked. If there's a large warehouse in the back, leave me two of those as well."
Wan Feng ordered two rooms without even asking the price.
The normal retail price of Jiangwei is 1,100 yuan per square meter, and this place is probably only 800 yuan at most.
These two stores are eight or nine meters wide and about eleven meters long, covering an area of more than one hundred square meters and costing eighty thousand yuan.
Plus the extra warehouse, one hundred thousand is enough.
After making up his mind, Wan Feng called Xu Meilin again and said, "I've thought about your sister-in-law's business. I'll ask your sister-in-law and brother-in-law to come to your brother's store tonight so I can talk to them."
"Ah! You've figured it out so quickly? Could you tell me what the deal is?"
"It's a small business, but I need to see who your brother-in-law and your eldest sister-in-law are before I decide."
"Okay! I'll let them know."
Wan Feng drank a little too much at noon and had a headache, so he lay in bed for a while when he got home.
Perhaps it was the smell of alcohol on his body that made his daughter Wan Yu stare at him without blinking with her two black eyes.
After Wan Feng teased his daughter for a while, his eyelids started to droop.
"Wake me up after six o'clock. I'll take a nap. Don't call me for dinner." After giving the order, Wan Feng hugged his daughter and closed his eyes.
At around six o'clock, Zhang Xuan woke him up.
"Where are you going?" the two women asked at the same time, and Luan Feng added another sentence.
"Report truthfully."
Wan Feng felt tired, as if he could seduce someone else's wife.
"Xu Meilin's elder sister-in-law has come to Jiangwei now. She asked me to find a business for them. I'll go talk to her elder sister-in-law and her husband."
"Don't come back later than eight o'clock. I'll make dumplings for you if you're one minute late." Luan Feng was still very thick-skinned.
"Make dumplings, make dumplings! You look like dumplings to me! If you make dumplings again, I'll run away from home and never come back!"
"Hahaha! Zhang Xuan! Your man is famous."
Zhang Xuan didn't take it seriously at all: "He's not famous at all!"
Wan Feng put on his cotton jacket and walked out of the house depressed.
Xu Meilin’s elder sister-in-law is called Yingrong. Her husband’s surname is You, and he has a very interesting name called Shuiping.
Very good!
You Shuiping is 33 years old this year. He looks like an honest farmer. Sitting opposite Wan Feng, he seemed to have no place to put his hands and feet.
In contrast to him, his wife Yingrong seems to be a woman who is as capable as any man.
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