I have to say that Kim Jong-kwon had a good vision back then, and the stores he bought were all in good locations. After so many years, the only one who said he would not rent was still the first one.

Kim Jong-kwon suddenly became interested.

"Why not rent it? Is the location not good? Can't make money?" Kim Jong-kwon thought for a while and said, was it because his rent was set too high? Not that, although the rent in the past two years has increased, the fluctuations are very small. Kim Jong-kwon is not that kind of vampire, and he will not cheat people to death.

Before coming, Park Cang-cheol had already learned about the basic information of the store in advance and talked to the owner, so the answer was very simple.

"That store is located in Jeonpodong Coffee Street, which is a relatively lively place and the flow of people is very dense. The reason why this person does not continue to rent is not because he doesn't make money, but he wants to immigrate to the United States, so he will naturally not rent it again. There is still one month left for the rent, so he said hello to us in advance to save us losses." Park Cang-chol knew Kim Jong-kwon's talent in entertainment and his shortcomings in other aspects, so he explained it very carefully.

Kim Jong-kwon understood as soon as he heard it. Although he didn’t think it would be good to immigrate to the United States, everyone has their own choices, and there are also a large number of immigrants in South Korea. Every year, a large number of people cannot stand the domestic environment and pressure and choose to immigrate. This is normal.

"Then does that store sell coffee?" Kim Jong-kwon thought of this.

"Who told you that you sell coffee? Do you have to sell coffee on Coffee Street?" Park Cang-chol finally vented and looked at Kim Jong-kwon with a look of caring for the patient in the 'zz'.

Kim Jong-kwon was choked, as if so. He still remembered that when he was studying Chinese, he saw a strange thing. There was a place called Zhao Zhuang. Kim Jong-kwon felt that everyone here must have the surname Zhao. As a result, after reading it, he found that there were indeed people with the surname Zhao, but Zhao Qiansun-lei, and all the surnames were there, but not many people with the surname Zhao. At that time, Kim Jong-kwon was thundered!

"That's what you sell, it can't be the one who sells clothes." Kim Jong-kwon was very depressed.

"Of course, it's just a matter of selling food. You can't just drink coffee. Eating and drinking are not divided. If you sell it, there will definitely be food around you."

Kim Jong-kwon felt that his IQ was suppressed. Why didn’t he figure out such a simple thing? Where can I recharge the IQ? I want to recharge one million first!

"Okay, you won, stay away from me, I want to suffocate myself." Kim Jong-kwon plunged into the sofa with an "unexpected life".

"Hey, it seems that the store operates panini, salads, spaghetti and other things, but unfortunately it's too far away." Park Sang-chol saw Kim Jong-kwon's appearance and knew it was impossible to let him go to work, so he said casually.

As a result, Kim Jong-kwon jumped up with a bang... Before he jumped up, he fell to the ground...

"Let's go, drive, and eat it today." Kim Jong-kwon got up from the ground and rubbed his arms and said.

"Stop making trouble, I'm in Busan!" Park Cang-cheol looked like you were teasing me. He drove from Seoul to Busan to eat panini? You're sick! The gas alone costs much!

"Who is making trouble? I'm idle. Go and see what's wrong with my own store!" Kim Jong-kwon was still thrifty, and he changed his clothes after turning his head, leaving Park Cang-chol alone here and messy in the wind.

"Ha..." Park Cang-cheol pinched his waist, wishing he could give himself a big mouth, let you talk too much, let you talk too much! What else can he do? Get the car ready, needless to say, he must be the driver, and suddenly he wanted to cry. I heard that as long as he looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, tears would not fall, and he was a liar!

So, this foodie journey that was just about to leave began!

The distance from Seoul to Busan is about 400 kilometers. If you drive, it will take at least 4 hours, which is not as fast as taking KTX, which is only about 2 and a half hours.

However, our Kim Jong-kwon xi is so willful! He stopped eating lunch and set off directly. He felt sorry for Park Cang-cheol, the agent. It took about 9 hours to go back and forth. The most important thing is that he didn't eat either!

While driving, Kim Jong-kwon looked out the window quietly in a daze. He was so irritable recently that he did such an abnormal move just to vent his feelings. It felt good to go on a long trip.

In this way, about 4 and a half hours later, Kim Jong-kwon and Park Sang-chul were both hungry and screaming, and went straight from Seoul to Busan.

When he saw the store, Park Cang-cheol's tears were almost coming out, and he was so scared that he looked up at the sky at 45 degrees.

"What are you doing? Is there a ufo in the sky?" After Kim Jong-kwon got off the car, he saw Park Cang-chol looking at the sky with a vicissitudes of life, not knowing what he was looking at.

"nothing."

"Neuropathy."

After scolding him for being crazy, Kim Jong-kwon went directly to this store. To be honest, he bought these stores, except for the two with the best locations, he placed them there to collect rent, and ignored them, and was a landlord.

It is already past 5 o'clock in the evening now, and the business of this store is really good, and it is basically full. Young people of men and women show their love and enjoy a peaceful life here.

Sometimes, Kim Jong-kwon would occasionally envy him, but he would not regret choosing this road. The scenery around each road is different, and what suits others may not be suitable for him.

"Hello, sir, how many people do you guys?" Just as Kim Jong-kwon looked around, a waiter in a shop uniform came over to ask them.

Kim Jong-kwon turned around and looked at the waiter full of youth in front of him, saying, "Two, thank you. If there is still a quieter place, please take us there."

"Okay, no problem, please come with me."

Kim Jong-kwon felt that he had seen this waiter, but he couldn't remember it for a while, but the girl's smile was shining in the sun, which impressed him deeply, as if no difficulties could beat her up.

Logically speaking, if you have seen it, you shouldn't be able to remember it.

Kim Jong-kwon thought of a god in his seat, but Park Cang-chul knocked on the table, interrupting his thoughts.

"I'm going to starve to death, I didn't eat lunch, I had to come from Seoul, madman." Park Cang-cheol muttered a few dissatisfied words, and then said very quietly.
Chapter completed!