The middle section of Xueyuan Road.
Landlord Wang Dahai handed Wang Peng a cigarette, saying, "Brother, we both have the surname Wang, and we were one family five hundred years ago."
"Maybe, but I can only give two hundred in rent at most."
Wang Peng said, "I've already asked my neighbors, and their rent is all two hundred."
“Brother, my storefront is in the middle section, and the location is much better than theirs.”
Wang Dahai was very unwilling and said, "Give me two hundred and fifty, and I'll rent it to you for three years."
"Just two hundred, I'll rent it for five years."
Wang Peng said, "We still need to sign a rental contract. If I breach the contract during the lease term, you don't need to refund the rent."
"If I breach the lease during the lease term, will I have to pay compensation?"
Wang Dahai was a little angry. "Brother, this isn't how you do business. If I had the time, I'd run my own tobacco and liquor store."
The negotiations reached a stalemate, and Wang Peng was too lazy to waste any more words with him.
"Brother Dahai, please reconsider."
Wang Peng turned and walked out of the store, took out his keys, and prepared to drive away.
"Brother."
Wang Dahai hurriedly ran to the car and said, "Two hundred a year is fine, but you have to rent it for seven years."
"Sure, the rent is 1,400 yuan, right?"
Wang Peng readily agreed, smiling as he said, "I'll multiply the penalty by five. If you breach the contract midway, you'll refund me the 7,000 yuan penalty."
"Okay! Let's sign the contract!"
Wang Dahai gritted his teeth, determined to teach Wang Peng a lesson and show him the terror of the people in the provincial capital.
The two returned to the house and discussed the details of the contract together.
After much discussion, they finally signed the contract, with both parties signing and affixing their fingerprints.
Wang Peng felt he had made a profit.
This place is next to the best university in the province, and the transportation is very convenient. The rent will definitely increase year by year.
"Brother."
Wang Dahai grasped Wang Peng's hand and said, "We can't write two 'Wang' characters in one stroke, so we're very close."
"Okay, let's get closer in the future."
Wang Peng sensed anger in his tone and reminded himself to be vigilant.
The roar of motorcycles.
Wang Dahai waved and rode away on his motorcycle.
Just then, Mr. Du, the owner of the breakfast stall next door, came over and struck up a conversation.
Wang Peng handed him a cigarette. "Brother Du, is my landlord alright?"
Du Ming shook his head. "I don't know if he can do it, but I've heard that he has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles."
"Goodness, he's involved in the underworld?"
Wang Peng became interested. "Brother Du, what kind of business did my previous tenant run?"
"They also deal in tobacco, alcohol, and other food products."
After hesitating for a moment, Du Ming said in a low voice, "Business was good at first, but then we offended someone and the shop was burned down."
"My goodness, is this how you do business? It's practically playing with your life."
Wang Peng found it somewhat interesting.
"Xiao Peng, you need to be careful of Wang Dahai. He's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve."
After Du Ming finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his shop.
Wang Peng closed the shop door, drove straight to the street full of renovation shops, and found Du Lei at Lao Du's Renovation Shop.
He led Du Lei to the storefront.
"Brother Lei, this is the small shop I rented."
"I paid seven years' rent upfront, totaling 1,400 yuan."
"You make a renovation plan and have your dad renovate the shop for us."
Wang Peng took out the ledger and handed it to Du Lei.
The ledger contains two expenses: one is rent, and the other is the cost of obtaining a tobacco monopoly license.
"Brother Peng, let's buy the building materials ourselves and do the renovation ourselves. That way we can save money."
Du Lei chuckled and copied the accounts into his own ledger.
"Holy crap, is this even going to work? I have no idea how to do renovations."
Wang Peng said.
"You don't need to lift a finger, I'll handle it myself."
Du Lei patted his chest.
"Okay, can you estimate how much it will cost in total?"
Wang Peng said.
With his major in the field, Du Lei immediately devised a renovation plan.
What kind of floor tiles to use, what kind of latex paint to apply, and what kind of billboard to build?
In the end, the total cost of materials was 900 yuan.
If we hire someone else to do this order, there will be an additional 400 yuan labor fee.
"You can figure it out yourself. If you don't have enough money, just let me know."
Wang Peng gave Du Lei 1,000 yuan directly and said, "While you're doing renovations, I'll try to get the liquor license and business license done."
"Brother Peng, when are you planning to open?"
Du Lei asked.
“Before college students start school,” Wang Peng patted him on the shoulder, “there’s plenty of time, take your time.”
After chatting for a few minutes, Wang Peng drove to the traffic police station and found his uncle, Li Keyong.
Upon learning of Wang Peng's purpose, Li Keyong immediately called a friend from the Wine Industry Sales Administration Bureau.
After more than half a month of trouble, I finally submitted all the required documents.
This includes business licenses, tobacco monopoly licenses, liquor licenses, tax permits, and so on.
The store renovation is still ongoing, and Wang Peng has handed everything over to Du Lei.
Cigarettes can only be purchased wholesale from the tobacco bureau, and the prices are fixed, so there's not much to say about it.
The waters of the liquor industry run deep.
Chen Yinghao was a seasoned drinker with a keen eye for alcohol, so Wang Peng drove to the steel mill to find him.
Half an hour later, he was sitting in Chen Yinghao's office drinking tea.
"Xiaopeng, take a look at this."
Chen Yinghao smiled mysteriously and handed Wang Peng a file folder.
Wang Peng opened it and smiled.
The documents were all in English; James Bond Sex Products Company had already been established in Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland.
"Uncle Chen, thank you so much."
Wang Peng hurriedly put the documents into his briefcase.
"Don't be so polite with me."
Chen Yinghao waved his hand and said, "This is just a shell company. How do you plan to operate it?"
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