Jiang Manyue returned home.
She calculated all the money she had now, not counting the three thousand yuan that Ma Xiangyang still owed her.
I currently have more than 7,000 yuan, which is enough to buy a house in the provincial capital, not to mention going to school.
Knowing how the economy will develop over the next few decades, the first thing that came to her mind was investing in real estate.
After the reform and opening up in the early 1980s, house prices were still relatively low, and you would definitely make a lot of money within ten years after buying a house.
Especially in the clothing business, there are many people who make money by reselling clothes.
And within a few years, there will be a very prosperous commercial street in their town.
She packed her things and planned to go see the shop she had rented out before.
After dinner, Jiang Manyue and Wang Baozhu packed up and prepared to go out.
Seeing that she didn't bring anything, he asked, "Sister, what are we going to do today?"
"Look at the shops!" she said with a smile. Wang Baozhu's eyes lit up when she heard it: "Really?"
"Of course it's true. I have already surveyed the market in the past few days before setting up the stall."
When the two sisters passed by the family compound, they heard a few middle-aged women sitting at the gate to enjoy the cool air.
Several people covered their mouths and gossiped: "Hahaha, have you heard about the Ma family?"
"I heard that they were kicked out by Jiang Manyue, and the whole family is homeless and lying at the gate acting like scoundrels."
"Director Sun's son got married and bought a house, but when he was moving in, he was stopped by that family."
"I saw it with my own eyes. Liu Cuihua was lying at the gate and refused to let anyone move. She even said that it was her house."
“…”
As soon as I went out, I heard about Ma Xiangyang's family again. I was not surprised to hear the gossip of the main staff of the Gossip Intelligence Bureau.
After all, that family's shamelessness is well known, so it may not be easy to move in smoothly.
"Sister!" Wang Baozhu glanced at Jiang Manyue and said, "Is Director Sun able to do this?"
Jiang Manyue raised her eyebrows and continued to listen to the first-hand information from the aunts.
"Liu Cuihua actually wants to occupy the house. What about Director Sun's family? Won't they be unable to move in?"
"How is that possible? Have you forgotten what Director Liu's eldest son does?"
"He is a police officer from the local police station. As soon as he heard about it, he brought people here to arrest people."
"Ah!" Everyone exclaimed at once and came over to listen to what was going on.
"Liu Cuihua is a weak person who only responds to soft actions and fears tough ones. She was so scared when she saw someone wearing a police uniform and a dunce cap that she dared not even fart."
"He dared to lie there and act like a scoundrel, so he was picked up and thrown out."
"Hahaha, it is said that he fell so hard that his nose was broken and he ate a mouthful of mud, and his whole family left in disgrace."
Wang Baozhu covered her mouth and laughed as she listened. The description gave her a very vivid picture.
It is easy to imagine that this family is in such a predicament, it is all their own fault.
Jiang Manyue felt comfortable knowing that they were not feeling well.
Today is the weekend and there are a lot of people in town.
The price of the shop Wang Baozhu mentioned was too high. On the contrary, the shop opposite had two big words "For Rent" hanging on the door.
The house looked a bit shabby, and the white walls on the outside were tinged with black.
The gate is also made of mahogany and is quite old. Jiang Manyue remembers coming here when she was a child.
This is the soy sauce factory. It closed down due to poor business after the establishment of the supply and marketing cooperative.
There are two shops next door, one is closed and the other one is selling pickles.
Jiang Manyue remembered that someone bought the house and built the largest department store in the area a few years later.
Now that she has arrived early, the opportunity is in her hands.
She walked towards the open shop, where several large jars of soy sauce, half a person's height, were placed in the hall.
The old man with glasses was sitting behind the counter reading a newspaper. He looked up when he heard someone coming in.
"Buying pickles?" He put down the newspaper and walked over.
After all, people’s lives are better nowadays, and who would want to eat pickles and soybean paste all the time?
Even if they want to buy something, they would go to the supply and marketing cooperative instead of coming here. There are very few customers every day.
"Hello, uncle!" Jiang Manyue looked around the shop and said, "I heard that you rent out the shop here?"
When the old man heard that they were here to inquire about the shop, he looked the two men up and down.
The anticipation he had just ignited about the two young lesbians quickly faded away.
"Yes, both shops are for rent, and the warehouse at the back can be used. It's 30 yuan a month."
The rent of this house is more than half cheaper than the one Wang Baozhu saw, but the house is filled with a strong smell of sauce.
The pickle factory has not been doing well in the past two years, and even the company cannot pay its employees’ salaries.
Many employees went home directly, so renting out the shop would naturally make as much money as possible.
"Uncle, can I take a look at the shop?" Jiang Manyue asked with a smile.
"Okay!" He took out the key from the drawer and opened the two shops.
The three shops are actually connected together, but there is a partition in the middle for easier renting.
"Wow!" Wang Baozhu looked at the area: "It's so big, this shop is at least more than 200 square meters, right?"
"Not only that!" The old man pushed open the back door and found that there was another yard behind it.
A warehouse was built in the yard, filled with pickle jars.
"This yard is also ours. The entire area is 420 square meters."
This was much bigger than she had expected, no wonder a department store was later opened here.
"Which unit do you two work for? How many shops do you want to rent?"
Wang Baozhu explained: "Uncle, we are not from the unit, we just want to rent it ourselves."
"Oh! Are you planning to run a private business?" The old man nodded continuously.
Although there are not many self-employed individuals now, people from several companies have come to negotiate prices.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
