"I'm quit!"

With a crisp sound, the sound of bowls falling and the angrily scolding of a middle-aged woman on the main street east of the market came.

Liu Xing, who was riding a bicycle home, was almost hit by a broken bowl that flew out. Seeing the middle-aged woman picking up a big bowl and smashing it into the street, she quickly stopped the bicycle and hid on the side of the road.

If this is injured, he will be unlucky at that time.

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

"This Wangjia Factory is really true. If you can't open a wonton shop, you can close it. It's a matter of quarrel with your wife all day long."

"Yes! I've seen this quarrel several times. I've thrown these bowls and chopsticks out for free. It's such a prodigal son!"

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

"Shh! Stop talking, be careful of the ears of the wall!"

...

There are two wonton shops in the market. In Liu Xing's impression, they both belong to breakfast shops, but their business is far less good than that of bun shops.

Although the wonton shop in front of me only has one floor and is not painted and decorated, it covers a large area, at least more than 100 square meters, and is also in a very good location. It is probably its own store.

But seeing the lazy dress of the owner and the boss's wife in running this store, Liu Xing couldn't help but want to complain.

The sleeves of this dress are dirty, black and shiny, and they are reluctant to change them. How busy or lazy is this to be like this!

No wonder the business was bad, and he wouldn't have gone to this restaurant to eat wontons.

"Hmm? The storefront is for rent, the price is negotiable!" Looking at the newly posted notice at the entrance of the wonton shop, Liu Xing's eyes lit up.

Generally speaking, the rent of stores that cannot be opened in rural markets will be cheaper. He actually hit me today, which is a bit surprising.

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

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

And just then.

"Wangjiachang, how much does it cost to rent your Chaos Store?" A passing rosacea man asked half-jokingly as he looked at the notification.

Liu Xing happened to want to know the answer, so he quickly pricked up his ears and listened.

"It's fifty yuan a 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, "Wang Jiachang", sighed.

Seeing that his wife had no objection, she said to the rosacea man: "If you are sincere, you should pay a three-month deposit first, which is 150 yuan, and you can take over it today."

"The rent for fifty yuan a month? It's too expensive! It's too expensive!" The rosacea man waved his hand: "Thirty yuan a month is almost the same, and the shops on the street in this market are all at this price!"

In 1993, a house in a rural market cost 50 yuan a month, which was indeed a bit expensive. After all, rice costs only 40 cents per pound, and meat buns cost 20 cents per pound. If you buy it for 50 yuan, you can really buy a lot.

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

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

After all, the rents in the market are too cheap now, and they are only a few dozen 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 for example. They are all made of good nanmu. At that time, the carpenter's salary alone cost several hundred yuan.

There are also kitchen utensils. It can be said that there is no second set in the entire market. It was made by him when he found the best blacksmith.

Unfortunately, the business is really bad, and some knives have not been opened yet.

Thinking of this, he felt very angry.

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

A boy in black, Liu Xing, appeared in front of him: "Boss, your wonton shop is really not going to open?"

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

If he could rent it, his previous plan to make money by opening a breakfast shop can be opened.

He remembered that in 2018, he rented a house in the coastal area, which was the most ordinary one-bedroom and one-living room, which cost two or three thousand!

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

"Am I kidding?" Wang Jiachang took out the dry tobacco and started smoking.

He didn't take the question from the boy in black seriously.

"Can I get less monthly rent? If I can get less, I can pay the three-month rent now!" Liu Xing did not leave, and his face was so serious that he was still angry.

"Do you really want to rent it?" Wang Jiachang looked at the boy in black in surprise when he heard this.

"Well, if you don't believe it, 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 bag: "As for money, don't worry, once the contract is signed, I will pay you immediately."

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

And I told my father before that the dustpans are one yuan, five yuan, and four hundred yuan is six hundred yuan. But now I have received 800 yuan, and there are 200 yuan of them for him to use.

And the current price is enough for a store’s three-month rent.

Wang Jiachang took a breath after hearing this: "Whose child of your family, aren't you afraid of being beaten to death when you go back?"

In 1993, a few hundred yuan was a considerable amount. If it was carried with you, the outcome could be imagined.

"Don't ask who I am, just ask if the rent at the wonton shop is cheaper?" The boy in black saw a few pedestrians passing by around him, and was a little impatient.

"At least forty-one months." Wang Jiachang glanced at his sulking wife not far away.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, he added: "As for signing a contract, there is no need. My Wangjia Factory has a reputation of more than three months of rent."

"That won't work. If you go back on your word, who will I cry?" The boy in black looked around and said, "Why don't we go to the house to talk and I will sign a contract."

His plan was to open a rice noodle shop in this market. With the secret recipe for soup making that he had been reborn, the business would definitely be booming. At that time, if the landlord had to raise the rent because he had no contract, who would he cry?

Therefore, the contract must be.

If not, he would rather not rent it.

"Will you really formulate a contract to sign?" Wang Jiachang was shocked.

The young man in black in front of him is so old that he can draft a contract. If it is true, it is really a person who should not behave like a person or a sea of ​​water should not be measured!

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

"Then let's talk in the house!" Wangjiachang saw a strange villager coming over, and immediately pulled the boy in black and walked into the house.
Chapter completed!