Chapter 27 Zhan Hengyi, Don’t Do Sin
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Near the Yanzhi Bridge in Jiangcheng, an ancient three-story building sits by the river, with several lanterns hanging on it, and the warm orange light is very cozy.
The plaque is engraved with four words: [Nanshan Tavern]
Zhan Hengyi parked the car not far away, took off his military jacket, and walked into the pub wearing a shirt with Nan Chengcheng.
The interior of the pub is decorated in a Western style, with a bar and private seats.
The combination of Italian floor tiles and British chandeliers is particularly elegant.
As soon as she came in, Nan Chengcheng liked this store very much. She also had an idea at this moment: if the boss was willing, she wanted to buy this store.
The sales of Nanjia tea are not very good nowadays, not because the tea is not good, but because in the Republic of China, a lot of Western coffee has been introduced, and fashionable young people often get together and chat in coffee shops. Naturally, the domestic teahouse business is not doing well.
She thought that perhaps she should change the way of doing business. How could the thousand-year-old tea ceremony passed down by her ancestors be gradually replaced by foreign goods?
If the Nan family wants to prosper, it is unlikely to rely solely on growing tea.
They walked in and found that there were very few customers in the store, only about ten people in groups of three or four.
Nan Chengcheng looked around and found that the shop had a good feng shui layout. There was a three-legged toad carved on the stair railing leading to the first floor, which was supposed to absorb qi and increase wealth. But why was the business not good?
Zhan Hengyi took Nan Chengcheng to sit on the high stools at the bar and knocked on the bar.
A dazed woman in her forties, wearing delicate makeup, slowly stood up drunkenly.
"Drank so much again?" Zhan Hengyi looked at the woman with a worried look in his eyes. "Sister Jiang, a glass of warm water and a glass of Moët & Chandon champagne."
"Okay, burp!" Jiang Nianqing staggered around and went to the wine cabinet to get some wine.
Zhan Hengyi frowned, stood up, walked around to the bar, and took the wine from the top of the wine cabinet first, "I'll do it, you sit down!"
Nan Chengcheng faced Zhan Hengyi at the bar and said with a smile, "I don't want water. I want the same as yours. Don't underestimate my alcohol tolerance."
Zhan Hengyi poured her half a cup, added half a cup of Western soda and handed it to her.
He also came out and sat next to her.
Jiang Nianqing asked drunkenly, "This is your first time bringing a girl here, why don't you introduce her to me?"
"Nan Chengcheng, Sister Jiang!" He introduced them to each other simply and clearly.
"Nan, Cheng, Cheng! Good, good names!" Sister Jiang always couldn't hide her sadness and bitterness when she smiled.
Nan Chengcheng smiled sweetly, "Sister Jiang, don't you have any other employees in your store? Can you handle it yourself?"
Sister Jiang sighed, "I asked them to leave. I have a bad temper and often offend customers. With fewer customers, I don't need to hire anyone.
I've long wanted to quit this shop. When my sister comes back, I'll take her back to my hometown in Qingdao. She'll definitely come back."
When she said this, Sister Jiang's eyes turned red.
Nan Chengcheng stared at Sister Jiang carefully, examining her features and asked, "Sister, have you lost any relatives?"
Sister Jiang was stunned for a moment, "Heng Yi told you?"
Nan Chengcheng shook his head.
Zhan Hengyi glanced at her and said to Sister Jiang, "She can tell fortunes. She's an expert. Even though she doesn't look like one, she's definitely very good at it."
"Thank you, it's a great compliment!"
Zhan Hengyi looked at her with a smile and said, "How can you be so humble?"
Sister Jiang seemed to sober up immediately, "Miss Nan, can you calculate for me? Calculate for my sister."
Nan Chengcheng nodded and carefully examined Sister Jiang's face. "You have a high forehead, a broad forehead, and bright eyes. You must come from a wealthy family and have been rich since childhood."
If you have a mole on your temple, which is the house of migration, it means that you left home when you were young and made a fortune in business.
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