Chapter 66 Choosing a Store for a Beauty
After making the call, I advised Lao Lin to cooperate with the government in relocation.
Unexpectedly, Lao Lin refused to give me any face, saying that the golden nanmu wood in this house was worth so much, and the carved panels and stone lions were worth so much. He said he would not move unless he gave me one million.
After listening to this, I hung up the phone angrily.
This old Lin seems to be a troublemaker. He is humble when he asks you for help, but ruthless when he doesn't ask you for help.
After sitting there for a while, I felt something was wrong. How could Lao Lin be so knowledgeable about the value of nanmu wood and the price of carved boards?
I slapped my thigh and suddenly realized that there must be someone behind him, and the person who was behind it had a strong background and power, and promised Lao Lin huge benefits.
So, who is this person?
I wrote down a few names on the paper, thought about it, crossed out one, thought about it again, and crossed out another one.
My eyes fell on the one remaining name: Deng Fugen.
So, I took Deng Fugen as the main culprit and deduced:
President Deng didn't show up, but instead sent someone else to incite everyone to refuse to move. Then the government arrested people, the situation escalated, and the hostility intensified.
Villagers began to report the incident to the higher authorities. The government, helpless, began to fight the fires, intercepting them on the road or retrieving them from the capital. Faced with overwhelming pressure, they reconsidered their response.
Some insisted on increasing the intensity of the crackdown, while others favored appeasing the public and employing other methods to resolve the situation. After all, constantly reporting this to higher authorities was detrimental to the city, so the appeasing majority prevailed. In the end, the person was released.
Releasing the people didn't work, and the people thought it was reasonable, so the matter was delayed.
At this time, General Deng would come forward and be willing to share the government's worries, on the condition that he would be responsible for the demolition.
So, how did President Deng carry out the demolition? This is the second process I want to deduce.
What methods did he use to demolish the house? I made an exception and smoked a cigarette.
I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
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"Hey, Master, Master——"
I woke up as if from a dream and saw a woman in a red sweater standing opposite me. I smiled awkwardly and said, "Please sit down."
She laughed and said, "Don't you recognize me?"
I looked at it carefully for a while and said:
"I remember now. You're the one distributing flyers. You often come to our rice noodle shop to spread advertisements."
She curled her lips and said, "It's all old news. I haven't put up advertising papers for a long time. I went to another place to learn a craft and plan to open a cake shop. I have two locations. Please tell me which one is better."
"Tell me the street name."
"Don't want to do a fortune telling?"
I shook my head and opened my notebook: "This is more accurate than fortune telling."
"No. 25 Liuqiao Street and No. 211 Wangyue Street."
I typed in the address and slowly moved the mouse. She came over and stood aside.
I asked, "Is this the one on the left side of the intersection of Zhengyang Road and Fenyang Road, No. 25 Liuqiao Street?"
She exclaimed, "This is so clear! There's the Vanke Plaza office building and the food court right next to it. It's right here."
I took another turn, No. 211 Wangyue Street, and said, "On the left side of the university town, next to the museum."
She said: "It's crystal clear. The public toilets next door have been upgraded. It's very high-tech."
I kept switching back and forth between the two addresses, zooming in and out, comparing and identifying them. Then I said, "I'll choose University City."
She looked surprised: "How do you see this Feng Shui?"
I sneered, "This isn't about feng shui, it's about consumption."
"Then help me analyze it." She almost threw herself on my back. The fragrance from her hair emanated, a tempting smell.
I carefully analyzed it for her: "Vanke Plaza has more white-collar workers, while University Town has more students. White-collar workers have more money, but they are very realistic. Students are more financially constrained, but they are still very romantic.
There are indeed many white-collar workers in Vanke Plaza, but they rarely date and are extremely cautious when they do. But students are different. Some start dating right after they start school, and some date two or three times. Sometimes they date for two years. When men and women have birthdays, do they buy them cakes?
She nodded frequently.
I further analyzed, "White-collar workers have more money than students, so they might seem to have more money, but when it comes to buying a house, a car, or getting married, don't they have to think carefully about how they spend it? And students, on the other hand, are using their parents' money. They don't feel any pain when selling their parents' land, so aren't they more generous?"
She almost threw herself on my back. I turned to look at her, and then she moved away a little, blushing and saying, "That was very good."
I moved the mouse again: "There's a cake shop in the food court next to Vanke. Should I share some of my spending with it?"
After that, I pressed the printer button and a piece of paper came out: "Take a look."
She read: "The average daily occupancy rate for the food court's public restrooms is 21,382 people. The average daily occupancy rate for the university town's public restrooms is 42,654 people."
She almost dropped her jaw in shock: "Do you have all this data?"
"It's real-time, dynamic updating software. It has everything."
She said excitedly, "You mean the university town?"
I kept it a secret and said deliberately, "There's one key point I haven't told you yet."
"Ah?" she screamed again.
I smiled and said, "Let me tell you the truth. The key is the price. You're not the only one making cakes in University Town."
She quickly said, "Yes, yes. I've wanted to say this for a long time."
"There was a shop selling dried tofu in my hometown. At first, others wanted to squeeze it out of business, but in the end, everyone who wanted to squeeze it out ended up squeezing out themselves."
She craned her neck. "Why?"
I burst out laughing, and then I told her, "It's priced at 1.5 yuan per piece of dried tofu. If it's less than 1.5 yuan, others won't be able to make it, and if they do, they'll lose money. If it's more than 1.5 yuan, customers won't think it's worth it and won't buy it."
She patted her head and said, "I understand, Master Wan. It's about setting a reasonable price and making the quality better than others."
I crossed my arms and said, "If you can do that, congratulations. You can open branches in other cities."
She didn't get excited, but asked, "Did your sister open a branch?"
I stared at her. "Zhuge Liang lived in Longzhong, and few people believed him. But Liu Bei believed him and visited him three times."
She suddenly understood: "Your sister doesn't believe you, but I, your sister, do."
After saying this, he sat upright, leaned forward, and looked serious:
"Brother Wan, let me tell you something serious. I have a younger sister who's prettier than me. I'm serious." Then he pulled out a photo on his phone and said, "This one, isn't it beautiful?"
I took a look and saw that it was indeed beautiful. Then I burst out laughing and said:
"My mother has a rule: no one with a small butt, no one with a very pretty face."
She turned her face aside, looking coquettish:
"I'm talking to you seriously, and you're joking. You're a senior, so you're the right age."
I didn't say anything, just looked at her and smiled.
She couldn't stand this trick and asked, "How much?"
I said, "The normal price."
She added a hundred yuan, stood up, and seemed reluctant to leave. She squinted at me and said, "Think about it carefully. I think it's really suitable."
I didn't take her words to heart. My master was serious about my fortune telling. If he said I should marry late, then so be it. Besides, I don't have the financial resources to buy a house and a car as soon as I start dating.
After she left, I stared at the words "Deng Fugen" and continued to wonder: What clever tricks does Mr. Deng have? At this moment, the Master's wife and Aunt Chen returned.
I then realized that it was already past six o'clock.
I drove home. My sister called and said, "What time is it? You should have told me if you weren't coming home for dinner."
I jokingly said, "Comrade Wan Shuixiu, the busier the person, the more important they are. Don't you know how to wait a moment?"
She said, "Stop nagging me. If I don't get home in five minutes, I'll put a spoonful of water in it after you finish eating and let you drink rice soup in the pressure cooker."
I suddenly had an inspiration. Mr. Deng would definitely take a clever approach - add a spoonful of water after the meal so that Lao Lin could drink the rice soup last.
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