Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

The couple were both stunned.

"what is this?"

"Oh, this is a model. There are some in the West. We are thinking of making some. Come, look here. How many bedrooms does your house have?"

"Three residences."

"Look, that's it." Wang Ming pointed to the model of the three-bedroom apartment and asked them to look at it. "At present, the mainstream styles are these. Take a look and see which one suits your taste. We will continue to discuss it."

Zhang San and Li Ping had never seen decoration done like this before.

Wow, the model is directly displayed and you can see it clearly.

Wang Ming also reminded: "Don't worry about not using this one, they are all actually renovated. These ones have their own styles and prices are different."

"price……"

"Oh, depending on the materials used, the prices are different, and the materials used in the models are different. It depends on your choice."

"Is there any difference between good and bad materials? Will it be less durable?"

"It's not that it's durable, it's just that there's a difference in usage."

Wang Ming wanted to break down all the knowledge he knew and tell it to the young couple.

The young couple listened carefully.

Since I'm a cultured person, understanding this isn't a problem at all.

We chatted for about two hours.

Wang Ming looked at the couple's backs and couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Did you get it?" A colleague next to him handed him a cigarette.

"Well, it's taken. The only thing left is the handover."

"I'm lucky. I'm afraid the profit from this order is higher than my salary."

"more or less."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

There's nothing to be jealous of.

This office, in fact, is just a small microcosm of the Samadhi Building Construction Company.

The real big shot is not here.

"I say, Lao Cao, Brother Cao, Grandpa Cao, your people are willing to come out to take the job, why didn't you tell me?" As soon as Lao Wang entered Cao Wei's office, he couldn't stop complaining.

Since the mid-to-late 80s, the concept of commercial housing has emerged, and with it, the concept of real estate has naturally emerged. Businessmen have begun to think about building houses. To be honest, the prices of houses built in this era are moderate, and you can make money. But not much, after deducting the cost of acquiring the land, the profit is reasonable.

There is competition here too.

Lao Wang is one of the real estate developers who has done relatively well.

When I saw Cao Wei’s staff dormitory, my eyes became red.

Then he really wanted to poach people from Cao Wei's subordinates.

But I don't have the guts to do that. If I want to poach someone, I have to first know how good the other person is, right?

Okay, be honest.

He originally planned to take care of the business so that he could make requests in the future, but who knew that they would just split it up and start taking over external business.

The visionary Lao Wang immediately smelled the business opportunity here.

If the house is well decorated, there is something to it.

If we can cooperate...

"Don't you build the house yourself? We also build houses here, but we only do decoration. It doesn't involve real estate." Cao Wei shook his head.

"Hey, I know, we two brothers can work together."

"Oh? What kind of cooperation method?"

"How about this? You send a team to help me decorate a house. Then, I will have someone take me to see the house. In this way, your team will have business, and my house will also have business. What do you think?"

This form of cooperation is quite advantageous to him.

In a few decades, every construction company will have its own decoration team.

"I'll make a phone call and ask the person in charge over there to come and talk to you."

"Okay, that's great. I've been waiting for you to say that."

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Wang Ming was a little dazed.

Zhao Lan looked at her husband who looked distracted and pushed him. "What happened to you? You said you wanted to change jobs, but I didn't dare to ask you these days. Why did it become like this now? Are you going to be laid off? Just lay you off. You learned a lot over there. When you leave, find someone else..."

"Money is so easy to make." Wang Ming interrupted his wife's caring words.

"What?" Zhao Lan felt like there was something wrong with her ears.

"I earned this much these days." Wang Ming gestured to eight.

"Eight hundred?"

"Eight thousand!"

"You don't have a fever, do you?"

"I don't have a fever. Not many people come to our store these days, but we make a deal with almost every one of them..."

To be honest, he was still a little confused.

If you are looking for decoration, come here.

Not all of them are like the young couple, willing to listen to him for two hours. Some of them don't even look at the model, and start asking, "Whose house is being renovated? Can you do it?"

Wang Ming asked, then nodded slightly confusedly and responded, Yes, the designer is in our company.

If the designer is not in their company, then probably the designer's master or foreman is in their company.

Those things that he thought were so difficult to analyze that he wanted to vomit, became the most favorite things in the eyes of customers.

Just ask anyone and they will tell you the source, and that source is all our own.

As long as it's anyone, you can let them do it with confidence.

After listening to Wang Ming’s description.

Zhao Lan patted him and said, "It's a good thing to make money. Why are you daydreaming?"

"But..." Wang Ming couldn't help but complain: "I have learned so many years of knowledge, in the end..."

"What's the problem in the end? If you don't know who did what and if you don't explain the decoration clearly, do you think people will trust you? Isn't this all brought to you by your knowledge? And you still complain about it."

"Not really."

"But then again, with this money, can we think about moving to a new house?"

“Isn’t this a nice house?”

"It's not good at all. It's not ventilated. It's cold in the winter and hot in the summer. You're thick-skinned and don't feel it. We didn't earn much before, so I didn't dare to mention it. Now we earn more. From what you said, I estimate that we can earn enough to buy a house by the end of the year. What are you afraid of?"

Hearing his wife say this, Wang Ming was also a little moved: "Then, what should we do with this set?"

"Rent it out or sell it. It doesn't matter. I'd rent it out. We don't have anything too important to buy anyway. It's good to keep one just in case."

"Well, that's settled!" Wang Ming nodded vigorously. With a goal in mind, the motivation to strive for it was naturally much greater than before.

"I'll go see if there's any new construction going on. Please keep an eye out for it when you get back to the company."

"Oh, that's not necessary. We can renovate it ourselves and get a discount."