Reborn Craftsman

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

And right now.

"Wangjiachang, how much is the front of your chaotic store rented out!" A passing man with a bad nose looked at the notice and asked half-jokingly.

Liu Xing also wanted to know the answer, so he immediately pricked up his ears and listened.

"50 yuan per month. If you want to make breakfast, I can give you all the tables, chairs and benches, as well as everything in the kitchen!" the owner of the wonton shop 'Wangjiachang' replied with a sigh.

Seeing that his wife had no objection, he said to the man with rosacea: "If you are sincere, you can pay a deposit of three months, which is 150 yuan, and you can take over today."

"50 yuan a month's rent? It's too expensive! It's too expensive!" The rosacea man even waved his hand: "30 yuan a month is about the same. All the shops in this market street pay this price!"

In 93, a noodle shop in the rural market was 50 yuan a month, which was indeed a bit expensive. After all, rice was only 50 cents a catty, and meat buns were [-] cents a piece. If you buy it for [-] yuan, you can really buy it. a lot of.

"Get out!" Wang Jiachang, the owner of the Chaos Shop, got angry when he heard the words, picked up a plate and threw it at the rosacea-nosed man.

His wonton shop has devoted all of his efforts, but his wife and he are not willing to run it, otherwise he would not be willing to rent it out.

After all, the rent of the stores in the market is too cheap now, they are tens of yuan a month, to put it bluntly, it is not enough for him to win or lose at the poker table for a month!

Take the tables, chairs and benches in his shop as an example. They are all made of high-quality nanmu. At that time, the carpenter's salary alone cost hundreds of dollars.

There are also kitchen utensils. It can be said that there is no second set in the entire market, and he found the best blacksmith to make them.

It's a pity that the business is really bad, and some knives are still unopened.

Thinking of this, he was very angry.

Just about to lock the door and leave this sad place.

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

The rent of 50 yuan a month is too cheap and too tempting for a reborn person like him.

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

He remembered that in 2018 he was renting a house along the coast, which was the most common house with one bedroom and one living room, and it cost two to three thousand!

Of course, the prices in 93 cannot be compared with those in 18 years.

"Do I seem to be joking?" Wang Jiachang took out a dry cigarette and smoked it.

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

"Can the monthly rent be reduced? If it can be reduced, I can pay three months' rent now!" Liu Xing did not leave, with seriousness on his youthful face.

"You really want to rent it?" Wang Jiachang looked at the boy in black in surprise.

"Well, if you don't believe me, I can ask an adult to sign the lease contract!" Liu Xing, a young man in black, took out a roll of large bills from his trouser pocket: "As for the money, don't worry, once the contract is signed, the payment will be made immediately." you."

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

And I told my father before that the dustpan is one yuan and five a piece, and four hundred is 600 yuan. Now that he has received 800 yuan, there is 200 yuan for him to use.

And 200 yuan, according to the current prices, is enough to rent a store for three months.

Wang Jiachang took a breath when he heard the words: "Your child, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death when you go back?"

In 93, a few hundred yuan was a lot of money. If you carry it with you, if you are targeted by gangsters, you can imagine what will happen.

"Don't ask whose family I'm from, but just ask if the rent of the wonton shop can be cheaper?" The black-clothed boy became a little impatient when he saw several passers-by surrounding him.

"The minimum is 41 months." Wang Jiachang glanced at the sulking daughter-in-law not far away.

Seeing that he didn't speak, he immediately added: "As for signing the contract, there's no need for it. The reputation of my Wangjia Factory is more than three months' rent."

"That's no good, if you go back on your word, I'll cry to someone!" The boy in black looked around: "Why don't we talk in the room and draw up a contract and I will."

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 booming. By that time, if the landlord wants to increase the rent because there is no contract, who will he turn to? cry.

Therefore, the contract must have.

If not, he would rather not rent.

"Are you really going to draw up a contract?" Wang Jiachang was taken aback.

The black-clothed boy in front of him is only too old to draw up a contract. If it is true, this is really a person who can't be judged by his appearance, and the sea can't be measured!

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

"Then let's talk in the house!" Seeing a strange villager approaching, Wangjiachang pulled the boy in black and walked into the house.

Chapter 013

There was no anger on her daughter-in-law's face, after all, she didn't want to open a wonton shop for a long time, and it would be great if she could sell it.

Although the wonton shop was a bit messy, Liu Xing was very satisfied with the hard facilities of the breakfast shop, such as tables, chairs and benches.

Such a facade will start at least a few thousand yuan a month after decades, and it is still not available for rent.

He was able to pick up a bargain now because the rural economy hadn't exploded. Of course, the most important point was that the wonton shop's business was not good, otherwise everything would be in vain.

"Young man, my name is Wangjiachang, the owner of this wonton shop!" After finding the paper and pen, the owner of the wonton shop, 'Wangjiachang', graciously sat in front of Liu Xing: "I don't know your last name!"

"My surname is Liu, and my single name is a star. If you think highly of me, you can call me Preserved Egg. This is the nickname my grandfather gave me!" The tone is very old.

This made Wangjiachang more confident in Liu Xing's renting of his store. He laughed and said: "It's definitely not okay to call you a preserved egg. Seeing how young you are, this renting store must be allowed by the adults in the family. Otherwise, Call your father or mother to come?"

"They are very busy." Liu Xing replied lightly.

Without waiting for Wang Jiachang, the owner of the wonton shop, to agree, he took the paper and pen to write the lease contract for the store.

He has written a lot about this before, so he is very familiar with it.

After a few strokes, it's ready.

In addition to stipulating that the rent cannot be raised indiscriminately, he has clearly written down the rent payment and some rules for renting a house.

Some of these rules only appeared more than ten years later, and some only appeared after more than twenty years. They are very novel and practical, and are very useful to both the landlord and the tenant.

In other words, he was not afraid that the owner of the wonton shop would disagree.

as predicted.

Looking at the contract drawn up by Liu Xing, Wang Jiachang was quite surprised. Of course, he was also very satisfied. After reading it carefully with his wife twice, he saw that there was no problem, so he signed his contract right away. name.

"It's your turn!" Seeing the contract, Wang Jiachang handed it to Liu Xing.

"Before signing, I have a few questions to ask!" Liu Xing looked around and asked earnestly.