Wei Mian lowered his eyes and turned to Song Jia, who was looking at him expectantly. "The winning bid is 500,000."
"How is that possible!"
Song Jia was so surprised that she almost jumped up. Boss Wang had clearly contracted the canteen for more than 300,000 yuan, but how come the price had risen to 500,000 yuan when it came to bidding? She looked at Wei Mian with suspicion, regretting that she had paid the money too early.
Does this little girl know how to calculate? Can you agree to refund the money now? If she really bids 500,000 yuan for a cafeteria worth over 300,000 yuan, she will be the one who gets taken advantage of!
How is this possible? Even other people are not so stupid.
If she really succeeds in bidding for 500,000, how much less money will she make in a year!
The Seventh Kindergarten is a public-private bilingual kindergarten. There are no children from poor families coming here. The tuition fee is cheap among all private kindergartens, at 5,800 yuan per month, and meals are charged separately.
The entire kindergarten is divided into large, medium and small academic years, with ten classes in each academic year. Teachers and students have to rely on the cafeteria for lunch.
The canteen provides three meals a day and fruits after meals.
Although it is said to be three meals a day, in fact, not much is eaten at breakfast, and dinner is at 3:30. Most of the children have just woken up from a nap and do not eat much, but the meal fees are still charged normally.
Song Jia went to the canteen many times and knew the prices of some things there very clearly, so her husband also helped to calculate the approximate profit. She was shocked when she did the math. The canteen's annual net profit was more than 400,000 yuan.
But if she were to bid for 500,000, she felt it was unnecessary.
Song Jia opened her mouth, wanting to say something unpleasant, but before she spoke, she suddenly remembered her husband's words, "No matter what, don't offend the Feng Shui master."
Song Jia swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Wei Mian knew it was hard for her to believe, but Sky Eyes wouldn't be wrong. "Your bidding will be next Monday. You'll know whether my calculations are accurate or not when the time comes."
After Wei Mian finished speaking, Song Jia's expression changed. She was very sure that she had never told him when the bidding would be held, but this little girl could actually tell it!
Song Jia looked hesitant. She had already paid all the money. It was impossible for her to deny it now, and she couldn't ask another question. She had to believe it even if she didn't want to.
What if it was true? She would have to go home and discuss with her husband what to do if the winning bid was 500,000 yuan, and whether to participate in the auction.
"Then I'll go back and think about it. Thank you." Song Jia forced a smile and was about to leave.
But Wei Mian suddenly called her and Song Jia looked at her in confusion.
"Sometimes you have to know when to quit, otherwise it's easy to end up with nothing."
She was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Wei Mian said this, but she was anxious to go home so she nodded in agreement.
After the people had gone far away, Feng Jing turned around with a look of curiosity.
"Why do you say that, Mianmian? What did she do to end up with nothing?"
She had a lot to say just now, and before Wei Mian could answer, she continued, "Will she be successful in the bid? Will your calculation in advance affect the result?"
"Won't."
Seeing that Feng Jing was puzzled, Wei Mian just smiled and didn't say much.
The reason why she was willing to tell the other party the minimum bid price, but it would not have any impact on the bidding results, was because Song Jia had no chance to participate in the bidding at all.
This was also the meaning of Wei Mian's final words of advice to her.
Wei Mian saw from her face that her basement was red and changing. The basement represents a person's real estate, so she inferred that Song Jia had a house to sell.
It is impossible for an ordinary house sale to make the Palace of Wealth so popular. Combined with some theories of getting rich overnight in this world, she suspected that it was demolition.
The red light showed signs of gradually fading away, and based on what he saw from his Sky Eye, Wei Mian could finally confirm that it was demolition.
However, because the price of Song Jia's house was too high, the developer could not reach an agreement after several attempts at negotiation, so they simply issued a new design.
The areas belonging to the Song family were circled, and the rest that had been signed were demolished normally.
By then, there will be tall buildings all around, blocking out the sunlight completely. Even if she wants to agree to the demolition, they won't let her do it.
That's why Wei Mian advised her to quit while she was ahead, so as not to end up with nothing.
If Song Jia had listened to this, she would have felt that the ten thousand yuan was worth it even if she didn't participate in the bidding.
Feng Jing didn't understand and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she discussed with Wei Mian about asking her to treat them.
Wei Mian had just earned some money, so he agreed immediately.
The two simply parked their electric scooters in the non-motor vehicle parking lot in front of the park and ran to the Korean restaurant across the street.
The green light came on, and Wei Mian and Feng Jing followed the flow of people to the other side. Before she had gone far, her attention was attracted by the little girl coming towards her.
The little girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with twin ponytails, narrow single eyelids, very fair skin, and wearing a pair of jeans with overalls.
The little girl noticed Wei Mian's gaze and looked over curiously. Seeing that it was a sister who was not much older than her and was so pretty, her eyes suddenly lit up.
Wei Mian smiled at her, and the two passed each other. The little girl kept looking back at her.
If there were other Taoist priests with the ability to see Yin and Yang present at this time, they would definitely be able to see the abnormality in the little girl.
The body that was almost shrouded in evil spirits, and the faint traces of blood all over her body, all indicated that she was probably going to die soon, and her death would be extremely tragic.
Wei Mian and Feng Jing arrived at the Korean restaurant. There were not many people eating there at that time, so she ordered bibimbap, soybean paste soup, and two other dishes.
Feng Jing was still talking about Song Jia, but Wei Mian was thinking about the little girl he had just met.
She has been in this world for a year. The overall security environment here is much better than in her previous life. Although there are some Feng Shui masters who use despicable means to harm people, most places are still safe.
But in such an environment, Wei Mian found it strange that the little girl was full of blood and murderous aura.
Thinking of the little girl's shining eyes looking at him just now, Wei Mian's hand paused. Forget it, I don't know her anyway, so I'd just pretend I don't know. Everyone has his own destiny.
Soon the waiter brought the food they ordered.
"Hey, why is there one more?"
Feng Jing pointed at the extra slate tofu and asked the waiter.
Wei Mian also looked up and saw that there was indeed one more dish.
The waiter smiled sheepishly, pointed at the small figure in front of the bar not far away and said, "Our young boss asked us to send the dishes. Don't worry, she likes to send dishes to all the good-looking customers."
Wei Mian turned around and looked in the direction he pointed. A little head with two ponytails appeared from behind the bar. Its eyes were shining, and two little canine teeth were showing as it smiled happily at Wei Mian.
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