"Hello, Mr. Fang"

"Haha, Boss Liu has disturbed me."

This boss Liu, wearing a moon-white double-breasted jacket, looked a little dark, and even when he was smiling, he gave people a feeling of being forced. No wonder he was like this. In the middle of last month, when he received a notice from Fang Yuanshan to collect the house, the boss Liu had insomnia for several days.

His family has been renting this shop for a while. From the apprentice at the beginning to the later taking over the shop, he has a very deep relationship. Now he is suddenly asked to leave, and he is really reluctant to let him go.

Fang Yuanshan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his eyes turned around in the store, and then he couldn't help but be attracted. He stood up and walked to the shelves, and picked up the exquisite doll from the box under the spotlight. The weight and weight of the purchase did not look like plastic products at all. After touching it, he found that it was ceramic.

After looking closely at the ceramic dolls on the shelves, I found that, including those in his hands, all the ceramic dolls have delicate facial features and delicate expressions, beautiful clothes, dazzling jewelry and head crowns.

These dolls are either charming, innocent, or sexual, and have different postures. They have different positions, including standing, sitting, and dancing styles, and they all look very vivid, just like a smaller version of a real person.

He said sincerely: "Boss Liu, you ceramic dolls are so beautiful!" As he said that, he put down the doll in his hand, picked up a ceramic doll wearing Qing Dynasty costume and looked at it.

Boss Liu, who was behind him, walked over and said in a proud tone: "These are all crafts passed down from ancestors, and now there is no more in China."

"Oh? No wonder I haven't seen it before!"

He was puzzled and asked from the perspective of economic value: "Are these dolls expensive?"

His words are not nonsense. Compared with Zuodun Road, the rent on Xiahai Street is a little cheaper, but it is not much cheaper. The annual rent is 2 million yuan. I don’t know if I can make money back on the rent!

Boss Liu next to him returned: "Yes, the one you are holding is priced at 150,000 yuan."

Fang Yuanshan blinked his eyes and said uncertainly: "Vietnam Dong?"

Boss Liu, who is in his forties, said with a hilarious cry: "It's the Xiangjiang currency!"

"Ah...this...this doll costs 150,000 yuan? Is it true?" Hearing the boss's words, Fang Yuanshan almost fell to the ground in fear.

"Yes. All these dolls are made by hand, including their clothes being embroidered with needles and threads. A skilled master has to do it for three days and cannot be put on the shelves if there are any flaws. Moreover, their jewelry is designed by someone, and their vivid eyes are also aimed at by professional painters."

"How is the sales?"

Boss Liu, who was replacing the ceramic dolls, was stunned for a moment and said: "There are a lot of people buying them, many of them are customized versions, and they will be taken away by customers after they are done."

"Yeah?"

Listening to the boss's words, he thought of something else in his mind. An ordinary ceramic doll can be sold at a high price of 150,000 yuan after design and packaging. This made Fang Yuanshan amazed, and also thought of the Tang clothing store that Murong Wan and the others were going to open.

After all, it is a question of style. Quality and reputation create the upper-level field. If his Tang Clothing Store wants to lead the trend in the future, it must take a unique route; it must make women in Xiangjiang proud to wear Tang Clothing and jewelry in their store.

Thinking of these things, he asked, "Have you found Boss Liu's shop?"

"Well, the store has been found and is still being renovated. It should be getting ready these days." Boss Liu, who said something, turned around and looked around the store, his face full of loss.

Fang Yuanshan could understand his mood. After all, he had been away for so many years and was still very reluctant to leave. But he couldn't comfort him. Could it be that he could still give him this store?

After saying "sorry" to the boss, he took Song Enxi to this store that specializes in ceramic dolls.

As soon as he left the store, the phone in his pocket rang and he received it: "Hello, I am Fang Yuanshan, who are you?"

"Mr. Fang, I'm Qiu Ziming. I've heard about what happened in the store just now. I'm really sorry. The people below are ignorant, so I hope Mr. Fang won't take it to heart."

After listening to this guy's words calmly, the muscles on his face twitched and returned to his mouth: "It's okay, as long as you move out before the first day of next month."

“…”

Qiu Ziming on the phone choked by him, and then he smiled after a while: "Mr. Fang, do you have time now? I want to invite you to have some tea and talk about the rental period of that store."

"Didn't I say hello to you at the beginning of last month? What else can I talk about?"

"I want to discuss the specific date of departure with you, and I also hope Mr. Fang will give you some face and talk about it. How about it?"

After looking at the time, it was almost 12 o'clock now. He was not hungry, and Song Enxi around him should be hungry, so he thought for a while and said, "Okay, let's talk about the place!"

“In the Xinsen Teahouse diagonally opposite the Baiyu Building!”

I heard that it was just two streets away, Fang Yuanshan was too lazy to take a taxi, and walked over one by one, one by one. It is worthy of being a shopping paradise. The crowds near the "Mitun Road" were simply shoulder to shoulder. In addition, the temperature in Xiangjiang is not low today. There are girls showing off their long legs everywhere on the road. The two butts and eggs wrapped in tight jeans, outlining a moving curve, which made Fang Yuanshan, who was following behind, almost went the wrong way.

"What are you eating? You're so full!" He muttered, and because of the embarrassing scene just now, his eyes would never dare to look around again.

Before we arrived at Baiyu Building, the "Xinson" teahouse that Qiu Ziming mentioned had appeared in his eyes. This teahouse looked a bit antique from the outside, and the surrounding environment was pretty good. In this business circle, it felt a bit quiet.

Just as he took Song Enxi to the entrance of the teahouse, a man in white work clothes came over and said, "Is it Mr. Fang?"

"Um"

"Hello, Mr. Fang, please come with me!"

The waiter took them through the long winding corridor, and after several bends, he went up a wooden staircase. After going upstairs, he had another scene. Private rooms were separated from the hall on the second floor, with curtains hanging on them, and rows of antique racks against the wall around them, with some modern crafts placed on them.

Following the waiter through the hall, bursts of faint fragrance came from the nose along the way, making people feel relieved.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"
Chapter completed!