To put it bluntly, she had no connections and no sources of information here, so her starting point was too low.
"Sure." San Gou nodded indifferently. He was free anyway, so he might as well give Brother Sun some face.
San Gou's house is indeed along the street, but the location is relatively remote. The surrounding houses are all tiled houses like his, so there isn't much foot traffic and no commercial atmosphere. It would be okay to open a small shop there.
Seeing that Xia Baozhu didn't find anything she liked, Sun Xingyan touched his cold nose and asked, "You're not looking for a house to start a business, are you?"
"Yes, I'd like to find a lively place."
Sun Xingyan stared into Xia Baozhu's clear, star-like eyes, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and gestured, "Then come with me, I'll show you another place."
Xia Baozhu and Sun Xingyan arrived at a video screening room next door.
This street is bustling with people coming and going, with bookstores, convenience stores, restaurants, appliance repair shops, hotels, dance halls, and more.
Sun Xingyan opened the door; this was the shop he had previously purchased.
The video screening room next door also belonged to him. He thought that making money by running a proper shop was too slow, so he used the place as a warehouse.
The fourth floor is a hotel in which he has a stake. Although it's called a hotel, the decor is only slightly better than a guesthouse. It's run by his childhood friend, who gives him a monthly dividend.
This gatehouse, used as a warehouse, is about 50 square meters. It has a back door that connects to a small north-facing courtyard, which is about 100 square meters. The previous owner had fenced it off himself.
The courtyard was poorly lit, making it feel even colder. There were two makeshift sheds on either side, filled with a jumble of things.
Looking back from the courtyard, there is a large residential compound with family buildings. It looks quite upscale and must be a wealthy compound.
Doing business here, whether it's clothing or snack shops, is pretty good, and Xia Baozhu is very satisfied.
How much does it cost per year?
"Three thousand." Sun Xingyan quoted a reasonable price. If this shop were used, it would be very easy to become a ten-thousand-yuan household in a year, but he didn't care about this amount of money and it wasn't worth his effort.
"Okay, when do we sign the lease agreement?" Xia Baozhu's words surprised San Gou, who had followed her.
He had thought she didn't rent his house because she thought 600 yuan was too much, but now that Brother Sun was asking for 3,000, she immediately agreed. You really can't judge a book by its cover.
I didn't expect someone dressed like that to be quite wealthy.
"What kind of business do you want to do?" Sun Xingyan didn't answer, but asked a question instead.
"I haven't decided yet whether to sell clothes or snacks," Xia Baozhu said, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at the gatekeeper.
She didn't expect to find a house so quickly. Knowing a lot of people is great; it saves a lot of trouble.
"You still haven't figured out what to do? I thought you'd been up for several sleepless nights trying to come up with an idea, which is why you're in such a hurry to rent a place."
Sun Xingyan spoke with his usual sarcastic and roguish tone, but he also offered a suggestion: "Winter clothes aren't selling well right now, why not just sell food?"
"If I really want to sell clothes, I'll set up a stall at the entrance next summer to sell summer clothes. More people go out at night then, and the clothes will sell better."
Indeed, winter has arrived, and most people who needed to buy winter clothes have already done so. Moreover, winter clothes are made of more materials and are more expensive, often costing a month's salary, so fewer people are buying them.
“Okay, let’s sell food then.” Xia Baozhu readily agreed.
In her opinion, winter clothes are not difficult to sell; as long as the style is attractive, they will still sell well.
But it's true that she needs more money to stock up on winter clothes. By the time she finishes renovating the place, the goods she bought will only fill about half the space.
Sun Xingyan, looking like a promising student, continued to ask, "What kind of food do you want to sell? Don't say you haven't thought it through again."
"fried chicken."
After moving out of the Xia family home, Xia Baozhu missed the taste of home-cooked meals and went back to learn how to cook from the chef, including fried chicken.
Although it can't compare to what a chef makes, it's still palatable.
The story of fried chicken comes from her older brother's first love, who loved to eat it. Her brother complained that the fried chicken sold outside was made with hormones and had too many additives, so he specially asked the chef to add this new dish to the menu.
Also added were French fries, potato chips, and milk tea—basically anything a little girl likes to eat, so the new recipe had to include it.
It has to be said that being her older brother's first love was quite happy; at least she lived up to her reputation.
Xia Baozhu also likes to eat fried chicken, but in order to control her weight, she doesn't dare to eat too much and eats it once a week.
If someone like her, who is used to enjoying fine food, likes it, then I'm sure others do too.
Sun Xingyan thought of Xia Baozhu's previous role as a nanny, nodded, and automatically assumed that she was a decent cook.
“One kind is too monotonous.” Sun Xingyan is the kind of person who is sharp-tongued but kind-hearted. The fact that he could say so much to Xia Baozhu also meant that he wanted to help her find a solution.
"Then let's add boneless chicken feet. Let's see how it sells first. If it's good, I'll add other items."
Xia Baozhu recalled those popular snacks. This one looked nice, but removing the chicken bones was a bit of a hassle.
Selling snacks is physical labor. When business is good, she will hire people to do it, and she will only be responsible for collecting money.
"When are you making it? Can I have a taste?" San Gou asked, drooling. He loved meat, and it's safe to say that almost everyone in this era loved meat, with many people especially craving fatty meat.
"I'll start once I've tidied up this place and bought the tools."
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