The whole market of old things in Haishi is really not small, and the scale is much larger than any old goods market that Song Yiran has been to before. And there is actually a thrift market management office, from time to time you can see an elderly man and an old lady, with a red mark on her arm, swaying everywhere.

"What's going on?" Song Yiran felt that she had gained knowledge!

Before coming, Lei Qianjun really inquired about the situation here, "Originally, private trading was not allowed, and after the economic reform, the thrift market in Haishi was unprecedentedly prosperous, but there was no unified standard, and the place was not fixed." The office here seized the opportunity and suggested to the public to plan a market where old goods could be sold, and set up a market management office here to collect stall fees. However, this booth fee is not collected in vain, someone cleans, and if someone dares to make a scene here, there will be security guards from the management office to mediate. ”

Song Yiran couldn't help laughing, and muttered to Lei Qianjun with his hand over his mouth, "Security? You can't be talking about those aunts and uncles, right? You see that they are all old, is it appropriate to do this?"

Lei Qianjun couldn't help but rub the top of her hair, "Don't talk nonsense, the security guards here have all retired from the team, and they are all very close!

Now pay attention to the word residual heat?

Song Yiran expressed his admiration!

If you look closely, there is a small store facing the street in the market, and there is a sign hanging on it, saying so-and-so thrift store, so-and-so grocery store.

"This ......"

"The stores on both sides are built with public support and are open for rent. It's not the same as setting up a stall in the middle of the market!" Lei Qianjun said: "Although the cost is high, the profits of the things sold are also greater." The same thing may not be worth much if it is placed on the ground, but if you put it in the house and wipe it casually, it may be able to multiply it several times, so of course, I really think your proposal is very good!"

She's got a lot of proposals!

"Which offer. ”

Lei Qianjun said: "Be the contractor foreman! Do you think, the stalls rented now are so sought-after, what if this stall can become their own in the future? In the future, people will become richer and richer, maybe they can take out the money in their hands to buy this kind of shop, even if they don't run it, they can rent it out, and it is always okay to collect some rent." ”

Song Yiran was really pleasantly surprised when he heard this! He didn't expect Lei Qianjun's head to turn so fast and his thinking to be so advanced. He just talked a little about the afterlife, and he could think of so much.

"Brother Lei, you are so amazing, you can think of so many things!" Song Yiran said that when his boyfriend makes progress, he must and must be praised, so that he has the motivation to do better!

"Also, I think you're right!"

What did she say again? Song Yiran looked puzzled, a little unable to remember!

During this time, I was not idle, and I did a simple investigation, and found that many units were difficult to divide and approve land. Lei Qianjun said as he walked: "Sometimes in a courtyard, there are more than 100 people, a small house, and seven or eight people. Many workers are young, have been in the factory for a short time, cannot meet the conditions for dividing rooms, and cannot even get married! They can only live in the staff dormitories of the units! These things are basically the same as what you say, and some of them are even more tragic than what you said.

Song Yiran nodded, "The people of our country are more traditional in their thinking, and the house is their own, so they feel that it is home! Who wants to rent a house for the rest of their lives! Moreover, I don't think the collective housing can last long, sooner or later it will be divided into the hands of individuals, and if the factory and enterprise become individual in the future, will it be possible for someone to give you a house? Then it is not necessarily! If you look at the foreign economic system, and then compare us, you should have a number in your heart." ”

"You can't become a fat man in one bite, take your time!" Lei Qianjun already has a plan in his heart, but he doesn't want to bother her with these trivial things! He is happy to be able to return to the capital, although he can't face each other day and night, but at least he can be in the same city with Ranran, and he can protect her a little!

He is back in that city, and he must build a supernatural mansion that belongs to him and Ran Ran, so that Ran Ran will never have to live like before.

"Okay, let's see what's good here. Song Yiran looked excited, and she didn't know what kind of blueprint her man had quietly drawn for her in his heart at this moment!

The small open-air stalls generally sell small items, and occasionally there is a wooden box, which also looks uncharacteristic and old.

However, Song Yiran didn't care, she originally came with the intention of Taobao, it didn't matter if the furniture couldn't be bought, anyway, she didn't want to use it immediately.

It's a waste of time to stop and go.

"Hey, what's going on?"

There was a small stall with a dark old cloth spread on the ground, and only a small sign was placed on it, which said the word "medicine"!

Song Yiran glanced at Lei Qianjun, thinking that this person is not a fallen master, could it be that Brother Lei has met a peer!?

Lei Qianjun didn't know what she was thinking, and the fox asked, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"It's okay, I just think it's weird and want to ask. ”

It's clearly a child who hasn't grown up, just like Yingying, like watching the fun.

"Let's go, let's see what's going on!" Lei Qianjun was not very curious about this kind of thing, but Song Yiran wanted to see it, and he wanted to accompany him.

Unconsciously, Lei Qianjun has learned to focus on Song Yiran in everything, as long as she gets her wish, everything will not matter to him.

When a man unconditionally chooses to believe in you, tolerate you, and spoil you, it is true love!

There weren't many people around the stalls, and many people just stopped to take a look and then left. There are also people who are not interested in the word "receiving medicine" at all, and they just leave without stopping.

Song Yiran is different from them, she just wants to know now, what kind of medicine does this person receive!

The stall owner was about forty years old, and his clothes were dusty, as if he had just finished farming. He had a pair of rubber-soled shoes on his feet, and the soles of them were dry yellow mud. Although this person is not well dressed, the state of his skin is not like that of a weathered person, the nails on his hands are clean, and his skin lines are light.

Interesting!

"Uncle, what's the matter with your medicine?"

The man glanced at Song Yiran and said impatiently: "Collecting medicine is collecting medicine, it is clearly written, what else can you do! Whose child are you, don't come to make trouble, play at the same time!"

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