If Xu An hadn't obtained a temporary stall permit, he wouldn't mind moving his stall next door, since he believed in making money through harmony.
However, he obtained a temporary stall permit, and the land was indeed registered in his name.
That day, the urban management department personally came here to measure and sign off on the temporary stall permit before approving it.
Xu An took out the temporary stall permit he always carried with him, held it up in front of Old Zhang, and earnestly explained it to him.
"This document is called a temporary stall permit. It shows the exact location of my stall. I'm sorry, but the spot you're occupying right now actually has my name on it."
"Tch, who can prove this permit is real? Who knows if you're just trying to fool people?" Old Zhang had never heard of any temporary stall permit; he only knew about hygiene certificates and business licenses.
A roadside stall can issue a certificate? Do they really think he's stupid?
Seeing that he didn't believe him, Xu An wasn't annoyed. He slowly took out the other two documents from the bag, played with them in his hands, and muttered to himself in a very calm voice.
"All these certificates of mine were obtained from the Urban Management Bureau and the Health Bureau. If the Urban Management Bureau calls me here, I won't be intimidated. I have all the necessary certificates."
But it's a different story for others. They don't have any identification, and their tools might be confiscated, requiring them to write a self-criticism to get them back. Then they'll have to go and get the necessary documents, which will take at least a week and a half.
Who knows what the scene will be like at this doorway in a little over a week, or whether he'll still have a place there.
Seeing Xu An take back his documents, he thought the young man had given in, but he didn't expect him to change his approach and threaten him instead.
Old Zhang snorted, about to lose his temper.
His eyes fell silent when they caught sight of the documents in Xu An's hand.
He had seen the health certificate before, and the two certificates in Xu An's hand were exactly the same as he remembered.
He suddenly felt uneasy, unsure whether the documents were genuine or not.
But he didn't dare to gamble. If he won, he would only be able to keep the stall; if he lost, as the young man said, he would be delayed for a week, and by then, countless stalls would have been set up in front of the construction site.
There are quite a few people who want to set up a stall here, just like him; he was simply one step ahead.
Faced with the choice between saving face and making money, Lao Zhang chose to make money.
"These young people nowadays don't study hard, they don't know how to respect the elderly or care for the young, they're all obsessed with money. This generation of young people is no good." Old Zhang muttered to himself, but his hands moved quickly as he pushed the stall aside.
Xu An set up his stall in the familiar spot with satisfaction.
Zhang had just finished getting ready to check out Jiajia Fast Food Restaurant across the street to see what was going on, only to find that all four shops across the street had put up banners and set up long tables in front of them.
Depend on!
It's uncertain whether we can sell all forty boxed meals today.
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