Chapter 299 No one is buying the shop! Song Lao Er is getting angry
Song Laosan was stunned for a moment, then he realized that this child was not going to give up after all.
He was also young, and he just fell in love with someone, so how could it be easy to give up?
I just nodded helplessly, "Since you insist on doing this, we won't try to persuade you any further."
Lin Huo folded his arms and said, "Thank you, uncle and aunt. Brother Song and I will set off now."
"good."
After sending the person to the door, the carriage finally left as Song Lan looked back reluctantly every few steps.
Qiao Xianglan was worried. "This child is so smart in studying, can't he see that Ci'er has fallen in love with the guy from the Pei family?"
Song Lao San looked at his wife thoughtfully, "It's not that I don't understand. He's just unwilling to give up... Think about it, I also had a special liking for you. Even though my mother tried to stop me, I still went to great lengths to marry you home."
Suddenly, he was talking about Lin Huo. Seeing that he was bringing the topic back to her, Qiao Xianglan raised her hand and could only bear to lightly hit him, "You are so frivolous."
"How could it be indecent? Madam, don't you understand my feelings for you?"
“Nonsense!”
"No! Madam, please wait for me. I must explain it to you clearly today..."
The two of them chased each other and gradually walked away.
With the Liang family mediating on behalf of Song Lao Er, his situation quickly improved. He was moved from the bench to a position of real power, and the business he was in charge of was quite lucrative.
The annual tax collection and payment in the Great Zhou Dynasty were closely related to the place where they were located.
Song Lao Er had just arrived, so naturally he couldn't get a share of the pie. Seeing that his colleagues had all made a lot of money, he wanted to get closer to them so that he could integrate into the team as soon as possible. This way, others would let down their guard and take him with them to make money.
However, he was short of money, so he set his sights on opening two shops in Beijing.
These days, he has found excuses to trick the money out of Old Lady Song, and now it is time to take action.
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Zhang Baiwan's family.
"Brother Song, the two shops you asked me to keep an eye on have recently been reported to be for sale."
Song Lao San showed an expression of "as expected" and asked, "How much is the bid?"
"One shop costs one thousand taels, and two shops cost two thousand taels."
"This price is not low."
Zhang Baiwan frowned. "These two rooms aren't in the best locations, but they're still pretty good. If we wait a little longer, the price will definitely drop, but I'm afraid someone impatient will make the first move."
"Don't worry." Song Lao San explained his plan. "There's a drawback with these two shops. They've been losing money lately. We can't continue, so we're selling them off."
"you mean...."
"Brother Zhang, people who do business all seek good luck. If we tell others that these two shops are unlucky and everything they do is a loss, and the original owner can't afford the loss anymore, then do you think they can still be sold at this price?"
Zhang Baiwan's eyes lit up, "Brother Song, your idea is good."
Zhang Baiwan knows that businessmen pursue profits, but they also believe in supernatural powers. If these two shops are labeled as unlucky and whoever runs them will suffer losses, no one will be in a hurry to sell them at this price.
"In that case, I do know some people."
Song Lao San said gratefully, "My connections are naturally not as good as Brother Zhang's now. Since Brother Zhang knows someone who can help me, I will naturally not let him help me in vain."
"You are so polite to me. We are brothers. Your business is my business." Zhang Baiwan touched his beard and pretended to be angry.
Next, the shop, which was thought to have been discounted and should have been sold quickly, remained unsold for many days.
Song Lao Er was dumbfounded. He was still waiting for money to please this group of colleagues. Otherwise, how could he let others lead him to make money?
The timing is the best now that we have just entered. If we miss this opportunity, we will lose this store and it will be difficult to run it in the future.
He gritted his teeth and lowered the price again, and in an instant the price dropped from one thousand taels to nine hundred and fifty taels.
Song Laoer thought, this way I can finally sell it, right?
After waiting for a while, three days passed.
The shop was still deserted. After asking around, I found out that someone had spread the rumor that the shop was unlucky and that it had suffered losses in the past. People who wanted to buy the shop were hesitant, fearing that they would suffer a loss.
Song Lao Er was furious when he heard this, "What bullshit!"
The shop agent smiled and said, "This shop was indeed losing money before, and people spread this rumor. The two people who originally decided to buy it have canceled their contract at the last minute. Look, Mr. Song, if this shop is sold in a hurry, I'm afraid this price will not work."
"This price isn't good enough, how about I just give it away for free?"
The human trafficker thought to himself, sure, why not, just give it to me.
But he said, "Then the Second Master will probably have to wait a while."
Thinking that he was waiting to use the silver, and the autumn tax collection was approaching, there was a lot of money to be made, and he couldn't wait.
He immediately decided, "In that case, nine hundred taels."
The human trafficker thought that this might not be enough. He estimated that it would cost eight hundred taels to sell it, but Song Lao Er refused to give it.
The trafficker still wore a professional fake smile, "Since Mr. Song has made up his mind, we will definitely do our best to sell it for you."
Song Lao Er snorted angrily, "It's better to do so, otherwise I won't give you a penny of the reward you want."
"It's natural."
After saying that, he left angrily.
The trafficker's expression suddenly changed, and he spat in his direction, "Bah, what a thing. You look down on people with your dog eyes."
How could the traffickers not know that Song Lao Er was being raped? But he also hated Song Lao Er in his heart, so he was not willing to tell the truth.
Anyway, after the deal is done, the agreed-upon reward is what it is. So, what does it matter to him how much money Song Lao Er gets? The trafficker thinks it's not worth it to run around for this piece of shit.
I simply packed up and decided to go back early to spend time with my children.
The waiting time always makes people anxious, and Song Laoer is no exception.
According to the rules, colleagues were all waiting for the newcomer to treat them to dinner and drinks. Only through eating and drinking could they get to know each other, find out each other's background, and decide whether they were worth making friends with.
After waiting for a long time, the other party still did not move, and everyone suddenly had a much worse impression of him.
What does this place want? Brains!
If you don't even have such good manners, how can you expect others to take you out to play?
Everyone's attitude towards him suddenly became even colder, and no one took the initiative to talk to him for several days. Song Laoer wanted to go up to him and talk to him, but the other party also looked cold. After being given the cold shoulder several times, he knew that the other party was doing it on purpose.
He was very anxious, so he took a break and found the human trafficker.
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