Rebirth Craftsman

"My old lady quit!"

With a crisp sound, on the main street east of the bazaar, there was the sound of throwing a bowl, and a middle-aged woman's anger.

Liu Xing, who was riding his bicycle home, was almost hit by the broken bowl pieces flying out. Seeing that the middle-aged woman picked up a big bowl and smashed it toward the street, she stopped her bicycle and hid on the side of the road.

If this is hurt, he will be unlucky then.

When other villagers passing by saw this scene, they quickly stopped and started talking in private.

"This Wang's factory is also true. This wonton shop will be closed if it can't be opened. It's nothing like quarreling with the wife all day long."

"Yeah! I have seen the quarrel several times. Throwing this bowl of chopsticks out without money is really a prodigal!"

"Hi! It would be strange if their wonton shop is good. I took my grandson to eat a bowl last time and almost killed me!"

"Shhh! Stop talking, be careful that the wall has ears!"

...

There are two Wonton shops in the market, both of which belong to the breakfast shop in Liu Xing's impression, but the business is far from as good as the bun shop.

Although the Wonton shop in front of me has only one floor without painting decoration, it covers a large area, at least more than 100 square meters, and the location is also very good. It is probably its own store.

But seeing the lazy dressing of the owner and the proprietress who runs this shop, Liu Xing can't help but want to complain.

The dirty hair, black hair and shiny sleeves can’t bear to change it. How busy or lazy is this!

No wonder the business will be bad, and he won't go to this store to eat wontons.

"Huh? The facade is rented, the price is negotiable!" Seeing the newly posted notice at the entrance of the Wonton shop, Liu Xing's eyes brightened.

Under normal circumstances, the rent of a store that cannot be opened in a rural market will be cheaper. It was a bit unexpected to be hit by him today.

But just don't know what the monthly rent is, if it is too much, he can't afford it.

"Let's take a look first!" Liu Xing had a plan in his heart.

And at this moment.

"Wangjiachang, how much is the facade of your Chaos Store to rent!" a man with rosacea passing by looked at the notice and asked half-jokingly.

Liu Xing just wanted to know the answer, and immediately pricked his ears to listen.

"50 yuan a month, if you want to make breakfast too, I can give you the tables, chairs and benches, as well as everything in the kitchen!" Wonton shop owner Wang Jiachang replied with a sigh.

Seeing that his wife had no objection, he said to the man with rosacea: "If you are sincere, you must pay a three-month deposit, which is one hundred and fifty yuan, and you can take over today."

"Fifty yuan a month's rent? Too expensive! Too expensive!" The man with rosacea waved his hand: "Thirty yuan a month is about the same. The shops in this market are all at the same price!"

In 1993, a face gate in a rural market was fifty yuan a month, which was indeed a bit expensive. After all, rice was only 40 cents a catty, and meat buns were two cents a month. If you buy it for fifty yuan, it’s true. You can buy a lot.

"Get out!" Wang Jiachang, the owner of the Chaos Store, got angry when he heard the words, picked up a plate and smashed it at the man with rosacea.

His wonton shop, but he has devoted all his efforts, but his wife and him are not unwilling to operate it, or he would be willing to rent it out.

After all, the rents of the shops in the market are too cheap now. They are all tens of yuan a month. To put it bluntly, it is not enough for him to win or lose at the poker table in a month!

Take the tables, chairs, and benches in his shop. They are all made of fine nanmu. At that time, the carpenter’s salary cost hundreds of thousands.

There are also kitchen utensils. It can be said that the whole market can't find a second set, which is made by the best blacksmith.

It's a pity that the business is really bad, and some knives have not been opened yet.

Thinking of this, he felt very angry in his heart.

About to lock the door to leave this sad place.

A black-clothed teenager, that is, Liu Xing, appeared in front of him: "Boss, are you really planning to open this wonton shop?"

The rent of fifty yuan a month is too cheap for him, a reborn person, and too tempting.

If it can be rented, then his previous plan to open a breakfast shop to make money can start.

He remembers that in 2018, he rented a house along the coast. It was the most common house with one bedroom and one living room. It cost two to three thousand!

Of course, prices in 1993 cannot be compared with those in 18.

"Am I joking?" Wang Jiachang took out the dry cigarette and started smoking.

He didn't take the question of the boy in black seriously at all.

"Can the monthly rent be less? If it can be less, I can pay the rent for three months now!" Liu Xing did not leave, and there was seriousness on his youthful face.

"Do you really want to rent?" Wang Jiachang looked at the black-clothed boy in surprise.

"Well, if you don't believe me, I can find an adult to sign the hire contract!" Black-clothed boy Liu Xing took out a large roll of banknotes from his trouser pocket: "As for the money, you can rest assured, the contract will be paid immediately. you."

This roll of banknotes was the dustpan money that Sister Zhang gave him. Since he had the opportunity to rent a favorite breakfast shop, he would naturally not let it go.

And I said to my father before that the dustpan is a piece of five, and four hundred is six hundred yuan, and now he has received eight hundred yuan, of which there is 200 yuan for him to use.

And two hundred yuan, according to current prices, is enough for three months' rent for a store.

When Wang Jiachang heard the words, he took a breath: "Which child of your family, are you afraid of being killed when you go back?"

In 1993, a few hundred yuan was not a small sum. Carrying this with you, if you are targeted by criminals, you can imagine the fate.

"Don't ask whose child I am, just ask if the rent of the wonton shop can be cheaper?" Seeing how many pedestrians passed by, the black-clothed boy was a little impatient at the moment.

"Forty-one months minimum." Wang Jiachang glanced at his sulking wife not far away.

Seeing that there was no word, he added: "As for signing the contract, then there is no need. The credibility of my Wangjia Factory is more than three months' rent."

"That won't work, if you regret it, I will cry someone!" The black-clothed boy looked around: "Why don't we go to the house and talk, and I will draw up a contract."

His plan is to open a rice noodle shop in this market. With the secret soup recipe he mastered from his rebirth, the business will definitely be very hot. At that time, if the landlord wants to increase the rent because there is no contract, who will he look for? Cry.

Therefore, the contract must have.

If not, he would rather not rent.

"Do you really plan to sign a contract?" Wang Jiachang was taken aback.

The black-clothed boy in front of him will draw up a contract at a young age. If it is true, this is really not a human being, and the sea is incomparable!

"Of course it's true!" The boy in black smiled.

"Then let's talk in the house!" Wang Jiachang saw strange villagers approaching, and when he pulled the black-clothed boy down, he walked into the house.