In the evening, Buling went home after buying groceries.
"mom."
"Aunt Bu."
"Aunt Bu."
Sang Mianmian and her classmates heard the noise and came out to greet them.
"Xiaoya and Yiwei are here?"
Both girls nodded at the same time.
Sang Mianmian explained, "Midterm exams are coming up soon, so I had them come to our house to study."
Buling had visited her daughter's high school dormitory once, and it certainly wasn't a good place to study: "It's okay, take your time studying. Are you hungry? Auntie will make you something to eat."
"Thank you, Auntie, we're not hungry."
"We came here after we had eaten our fill."
Bu Ling didn't insist; she figured she shouldn't use her culinary skills to poison the future flowers of the motherland.
"Auntie will clean up the room next to Mianmian's later, and you two can stay here tonight."
"No, Auntie, we..."
"Listen to your aunt, it's too dangerous for you two girls to go home at night." This society is chaotic these days.
Cameras weren't widespread yet.
Even if we take a step back and assume that cameras are widely used, it's still not safe for girls to walk alone at night.
“I’ll listen to my mom. It’s good that we can study a little longer tonight,” Sang Mianmian said.
Xiaoya and Yiwei exchanged a glance: "Well, thank you, Auntie, thank you, Mianmian."
Bling chuckled: "You're welcome. You can study now."
A little while later, she cut up some fruit and brought it over.
When it comes to giving her daughter face, Bu Ling is never stingy.
She never interferes with her daughter's friendships; after all, people learn from their mistakes and grow.
Sometimes, being too considerate can turn a child into a useless person, or at the very least, a mama's boy. Her daughter can't be like that.
However, Bling stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.
It seems she's discovered a business opportunity.
As far as she knew, there wasn't a single proper bookstore in Kyoto.
She wasn't talking about the kind of bookstore that sells books, but the kind of bookstore where you can study and read at the same time.
Isn't that a coincidence? She owns a house.
She never intended to sell the first floor of the house; she planned to rent it out later.
Actually, the best thing is to open your own shop, so that the money you earn is pure profit.
But, well, she's a total couch potato.
Running a shop is too tiring.
Since ancient times, clothing, food, housing, and transportation have been essential.
Opening a clothing store is too troublesome for you, opening a food shop is too tiring, and opening a mahjong parlor is risky and could lead to legal trouble. She doesn't know anything else either, so things have been delayed in the end.
At that moment, she suddenly thought that opening a self-study bookstore would be a pretty good idea.
Electronic devices are not yet widespread, and people still rely more on books.
In addition, its location is also good, with many residential buildings around, so there is no worry that this bookstore will not be able to open.
Once you have an idea, action will follow.
She had no experience in the bookstore business, but she had connections.
The next day, she took a plate of bananas to Brother Sang's house.
"Sister-in-law."
"Lingling, what brings you here?" Sheng Ruowei put down the shoe sole she was holding and opened the door.
She scolded playfully, "You came all this way, and you even brought things."
Buling cut to the chase: "I need your help, sister-in-law."
"What is it?" Sister-in-law Sang led Bu Ling into the house and poured her a glass of water.
Bu Ling didn't stand on ceremony. She put down the banana and sat down opposite Sister-in-law Sang: "Sister-in-law, to be precise, I'm asking Xiao Bo for help."
Sister-in-law Sang placed some melon seeds and oranges in front of Buling: "What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious? Can't you tell me over the phone?"
“I want to open a bookstore, but I don’t know much about it. I’d like to learn from Xiao Bo,” Bu Ling said directly.
"Hey, I thought it was something serious. This is easy to handle. I'll just tell Bo'er." Sheng Ruowei thought it was something big that warranted her, her sister-in-law, making a personal trip.
You should know that her sister-in-law is the type who would rather lie down than stand up.
Buling picked up her teacup: "Then thank you, sister-in-law."
Sister-in-law Sang pointed at her vaguely: "You, you."
Bu Ling chuckled: "Once my bookstore opens, I'll buy all the books for your two kids."
Sheng Ruowei chuckled: "Then they'll cry, won't they?"
Buling shook his head and struck a solemn pose: "Study hard and make progress every day!"
Sister-in-law Sang chuckled.
Looking at Bu Ling's still rosy and smooth face, she thought, perhaps this is why her sister-in-law doesn't look old.
A good mindset leads to a good complexion.
She should learn that too.
Life is but a few decades long, why not live it to the fullest?
Anyway, she has a way out, doesn't she?
"I'll give you Bo'er's phone number in a bit. I don't understand what you two are talking about, so you two can talk it out yourselves," Sheng Ruowei said.
"Okay."
This is exactly what Bling wants.
Sang Dasao's nephew, Sheng Mingbo, now works at a magazine. If you're interested in books, he's the one to contact.
No sooner had Bu Ling left Sister Sang's house than she received a call from Sheng Mingbo.
After Sheng Mingbo understood her request, he gave her a phone number, saying it belonged to his college classmate and that his family had connections in this area. He told her to call her college classmate.
Bu Ling then called Sheng Mingbo's college classmate and then the book's manufacturer.
After going through all that trouble, I finally got the most important thing in the bookstore: the books.
The book is printed, but it will still take some time.
Perfect timing! Bling can use this time to renovate the bookstore.
She has invested a great deal of money in this bookstore.
The three storefronts were combined, and the extra walls inside were removed to create a large open space.
They replaced all the previous glass windows with floor-to-ceiling windows, and then ordered twenty floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, which were placed inside in a staggered and orderly manner.
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