Chapter 252

Riverside vegetable market.

Vegetable vendor Old Zhao unexpectedly didn't set up his stall today; instead, he was swaying around this large market in his slippers.

"What's up?" someone next to him called out: "Did you get rich, and now you're not doing business?"

Old Zhao snorted: "Jealous, aren't you? Can't help it; who told me to be sworn brothers with that girl? She calls my daughter niece!"

Pfft.

A peer was very disdainful: "Who doesn't know your daughter followed that girl home and got several pictures? You had to suck up to her to get that connection."

"Nonsense!" The vegetable vendor could be killed, but his daughter couldn't be insulted: "My daughter paid for those pictures!"

Who knew that his peer, who had been a close friend for over a dozen years, spoke with bitterness at this moment: "If she really wanted money, why would she give the business to you? Why not take the free money?"

Old Zhao had gotten the wholesale rights from the girl who sold expensive vegetables.

Everyone in the vegetable market knew it, and everyone's eyes were red with jealousy.

"What free money? Why wouldn't she take it?!"

The vegetable vendor was anxious.

With Song Tan's appearance of being obsessed with money, could he really take advantage of her? At the price of 20 yuan, he didn't get a single cent off the wholesale price.

However, just as Song Tan said, it was indeed buy 100 jin get 20 jin free; he wholesaled 300 jin the day before yesterday, and after losses and high weighing, he ended up with 50 jin for himself.

The first time he opened for business, he actually sold it all.

Good heavens, 1,000 yuan in hand; this was the first time he had been conservative!

The only pity was that this little girl was too shrewd; she wouldn't count those large quantities in his quota, only saying she'd let him lend a hand to bring them over...

And so, Little Feng, who sold flower rolls, wanted 20 jin at once, but it had nothing to do with him.

But could he tell others in the vegetable market about the secrets of doing this business?

He couldn't. Whether he lost or made money, he had to keep it to himself, otherwise, he was afraid others would suddenly cause trouble.

At this moment, Old Zhao came out to wander around, not because he looked down on the money from his own vegetable stall, but purely because of his daughter's suggestion:

She said he had been setting up a stall outside for half his life, and at his age, he should at least rent a storefront; the place didn't need to be very good or very big, just a white-painted wall would do.

Later, when she, as a daughter, started dating, it would be two different things whether her father set up a stall in the vegetable market or opened a storefront in the vegetable market.

Actually, Old Zhao also knew that Zhao Fangyuan said this purely because she felt sorry for him being out in the wind and rain, and now that he had to drive on mountain roads at night, she was afraid he was too tired guarding the stall; having a storefront meant at least he wouldn't be exposed to wind and rain, and when he was free, he could sit or lie down and rest for a while.

The vegetable vendor thought about it: That's true!

He was now taking Song Tan's business, earning eight hundred or a thousand yuan a day; even if he only did business a few times a month, it was easier and earned more than selling vegetables before.

Since that was the case, getting a storefront wasn't impossible.

It was a pity that although this riverside vegetable market sold cheap things, the space was very tight; otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to rent even a regular stall inside the vegetable market.

However, after walking halfway around the vegetable market, he discovered that in a corner inside, a children's clothing store had a "For Rent/Transfer" sign on the door.

Good heavens! What is this called?

Searching high and low!

The target customers for the children's clothing store here were those old men and women who were reluctant to spend money, but in recent years, every household had learned how to raise children, and children's clothing stores had more and more discounts, and others had stylish and trendy designs, so his simple children's clothing in the vegetable market couldn't compete.

Not to mention that this store was tucked away in the innermost corner, where ordinary people couldn't even walk in.

If a vegetable seller were here, the vegetables would rot before any customers could find their way here.

In the past, the vegetable vendor wouldn't even look at such a place; he wouldn't take it even if it were given to him for free.

But now it was different.

When Song Tan used to sell vegetables, wherever her pickup truck parked, that was the center of wealth.

Two days ago, when he took over Song Tan's business, whoever she sent the location and contact person to in the group was the most popular person in the vegetable market.

With those vegetables, now he only needed to set the location here; would he have to worry about people not finding him?

Moreover, the front of this children's clothing store was a narrow little storefront, which could perfectly accommodate a shed or stall to sell fruit.

Inside was a small warehouse where he could put a recliner or store more vegetables; pulling in two large freezers wouldn't be a problem.

This location wasn't great for selling children's clothes, but it would definitely be fine for selling his vegetables!

Old Zhao stepped forward immediately: "How do you rent this place?"

He was a familiar face in the vegetable market; the children's clothing seller didn't recognize him but felt he looked familiar, and at this moment, he had a mournful face: "Brother, you name the price; do you see what this storefront is worth?"

Old Zhao pondered for a moment: "I think 20,000 a year, no more; any more and I won't do it."

"Okay!"

The young man immediately made the decision: "Just as you said, brother, 20,000 a year, but I have one condition: we start with three years!"

Good heavens, Old Zhao was 100% willing in his heart, but he couldn't show it, and at this moment, he jumped up in surprise:

"In this corner of yours, I just want to find a place to rest my feet, why is it still a three-year minimum?!"

The other party also had a mournful face: "It's only 20,000 a year because this place isn't good; otherwise, wouldn't any storefront in the vegetable market be several times that? Brother, this is my own house; if you rent for three years, let's not talk about the transfer fee, okay?"

"It's just such a small corner, and it's your own house, and you're still talking to me about a transfer fee?"

After much back-and-forth, Old Zhao finally, seeing the other party's impatient expression, dragged him to the vegetable market management office to sign the contract.

At this moment, one looked at the transfer on his phone, and the other looked at the contract in his hand, both smiling very politely.

And the vegetable vendor couldn't wait to call Zhao Fangyuan:

"Daughter, the place is set; come and see for Dad, let's design something."

Zhao Fangyuan didn't expect her father to be so quick.

She told her father to rent a storefront, thinking he would only work half a day from now on and could rest the rest of the time.

She didn't expect that after getting a storefront, her father even thought about using good vegetables to attract traffic, while also selling some fruit and other vegetables on the side... How could this work?!

She analyzed it seriously: "Don't think about that; from now on, we'll focus on high-quality vegetables."

"Ordinary vegetables are all over the vegetable market; who would buy from anyone else? Why would they have to run to your remote place where cars are hard to park and people are hard to get in?"

"And fruit, look ahead, how many stalls are selling it? Since you've rented a storefront, let's build a good reputation."

"Speaking of vegetable quality, the whole vegetable market respects you, Old Zhao; doesn't that sound good? How glorious it is."

"If you ask me, let's paint the shop, install some lights, and I'll buy you a recliner. You go to get vegetables at midnight every day, and in the morning, hire two people in this small warehouse to help tidy up; when there are customers in the vegetable market in the morning, start selling."

"After selling out, we'll close the stall and go home, sleep when it's time to sleep, rest when it's time to rest, go for a walk, play cards, play chess... do whatever."

This life sounded like more than just enjoyment.

Old Zhao wasn't the most diligent person, and now he was shamefully tempted.