Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In Han Chaoyang's view, this month has changed a lot, several large construction sites are all digging foundations, hundreds of workers and various construction machinery are working all night, and trucks with a load of dozens of tons are constantly pulling the excavated soil outward, transporting various building materials to the construction site.

Zhang Changjian, former secretary of the Chaoyang Village Party Branch, took over as the secretary of the Party branch of the Community Neighborhood Committee, and was busy organizing Deputy Director Gu and Xie Jun, former director of the Chaoyang Village Committee, to prepare for the first neighborhood committee election since the establishment of Chaoyang Community.

It is worth mentioning that not long ago, all the people of Chaoyang Village, who had just changed from villagers to residents, moved away, and all of them had money in their hands, and the little ones had two or three million yuan in compensation for land acquisition and demolition, and they were not interested in coming back to elect others, nor were they interested in coming back to run for election. The residents of Factory 527 are all old men and old ladies, and the young people in Dongming Community all have jobs, so that they have not even decided on the candidates for the neighborhood committee members for half a month.

The biggest change is the former Chaoyang Village Memorial Hall!

Han Chaoyang and last night in the police room after eating, back to the dormitory to change into civilian clothes, riding an electric car to this ghost place that I really don't want to come but can't help but can't come, as soon as I entered the gate, I found that there were more than a dozen parking spaces painted on the cement floor in the yard, and a big sign with charging standards was leaning against the door, and it was estimated that it was not installed in time.

"Chaoyang, have you eaten?"

"Eat," Han Chaoyang parked the electric car, walked to the door of the hall and asked, "Mom, where are Yingying and Mr. Zhang?"

Huang Ma put down the broom, pointed to the back door of the hall and said with a smile: "Inside, Lingling is also there, you go find them." ”

"Won't they come out later, if they don't go in, I'll help you clean up." ”

"No, I'll be fine right now, don't get your clothes dirty. Huang Ma is really optimistic about the prospects of Chaoyang International Youth Hostel, and has spent the past month soaking in her spare time, dumping garbage into trash cans and going to the utility room to get a mop.

Han Chaoyang couldn't intervene, so he could only go in and find his girlfriend.

The memorial hall occupies a large area and consists of two buildings, the hall was originally a place to rest the ashes, and now there is not even a trace of the ashes. The first floor is used as a lobby and an area for the community of literary and artistic youth, with two long wooden tables placed in the middle, surrounded by bookshelves, and the shelves are full of books and periodicals from thrift stalls.

There are a lot of display shelves on the east wall, with all kinds of old things with a great sense of the times, such as the cassette recorder that has been eliminated for many years, and the seagull camera, which may be older than Han Chaoyang, and even a portrait of Grandpa Mao.

On the second floor are four large guest rooms, dormitories to be exact, a four-shelf bed, eight beds, a total of thirty-two beds, a public restroom and a water room like the one in a university dormitory.

The back turned out to be the hall, which was the place where Chaoyang villagers held funerals for their deceased relatives, which was equivalent to the farewell hall of the funeral home. It's just that the villagers of Chaoyang are more traditional, don't do any farewell ceremonies, and ask for monks and fake Taoist priests to come over to do water and land dojos.

Since the area is larger than the vestibule, there are also more rooms than the vestibule.

There are a total of eight rooms upstairs and downstairs, four upstairs and two downstairs.

The first floor can actually correspond to the upstairs, and then there are two guest rooms, but in order to facilitate literary and artistic young people to make friends and cook, Mr. Zhang reluctantly left the space in the middle, on the left side of the corridor is a beautiful public kitchen, on the right is a hall that can accommodate twenty or thirty people, there are also books, the same paintings, and a guitar is hung on the wall.

To Han Chaoyang's surprise, there was a lot of graffiti on the wall that was clean yesterday, and there is a lot of graffiti today.

"I'll always be with you, Yuzu!"

"Zhang Qianqian children's shoes, from tomorrow onwards, you will no longer be my girlfriend! I want to propose to you in Yanyang People's Square, in front of tens of thousands of people!" is written crookedly, "Marriage proposal" is still used in fine arts, and what is even funnier is that there are still people with different colors of pens below to ask, is it done?

Further on, there is still graffiti, such as "Zhong Xiaotong, I want your name to appear on my household registration book", although it looks a little messy but it is not offensive, the message at the door of room 212 is a little pornographic, and it is written: I hope to sleep with a girl when I come out to play, and the covers are all bought!

Han Chaoyang was dumbfounded, ran upstairs in one go, and asked the three women who were laughing and graffiti at the door of room 220: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Xie, what are you doing, it's too obscene!"

Zhang Beibei sneered: "What is obscene, we are already very conservative, I don't believe you can go to other hostels to have a look." ”

"This is not good, you are tempting others to sin. ”

"What do you know!" Huang Ying put down her pen, turned around and said with a smile: "I know why the hostel is attractive, not because of the cheap beds, but because of the sexual fantasies that fill the room! ”

It's a mess, it's like reciting poetry.

Han Chaoyang opened his eyes and subconsciously asked, "Are you going to let the travelers live with men and women?"

Zhang Beibei asked rhetorically: "If you don't mix up, can you call it a hostel?"

"No, no, men and women live together, what are you kidding, you guys will have an accident like this!"

"What's going on, look at what scares you. Huang Ying flipped through the "manuscript", and while continuing to graffiti on the wall, she smiled casually: "This is similar to taking a train, you have sat in a sleeper, there are different men and women, and it is not the same that men and women live together." ”

"A train is a train, a hostel is a hostel!"

"Why are you so feudal, don't worry, nothing will happen," Zhang Beibei pushed him into the corner, and said with a smile while graffiti: "Mixed living between men and women is just a boo, of course, it can be arranged for boys to live with boys, and girls to live with girls, so they can't be arranged." ”

really took the customers who came out to find "poetry and distance" as God, Han Chaoyang was completely speechless.

Huang Ying didn't want to talk about these anymore, so she suddenly changed the topic: "Husband, how are you preparing for your master's retirement ceremony?"

"Almost," Han Chaoyang pushed open the door and looked at the room, muttering: "I originally thought that the fat and water would not flow into the fields of outsiders, take care of your business, and arrange for the guests from afar to live here, but now it is not suitable to look at it, let's go find a normal hotel." ”

Xie Lingling couldn't help but smile: "I don't need you to take care of it, we have never thought of doing any official reception." ”

Can this place be inhabited, Han Chaoyang just said casually.

Seeing that the little junior sister didn't appreciate it, she couldn't help but joke: "It's not small, no one takes care of your business, I see if you will even lose your dowry." ”

"Compensation, what are you kidding!"

Huang Ying straightened up, and counted the accounts with her eyebrows: "We have a total of twelve rooms, ninety-six beds, even if the occupancy rate is only 50 percent, there will be forty-eight guests every day, and a bed is 45 yuan a night, which means that we will have at least more than 2,100 income a day, which is 64,008 a month, and we can recover the investment in four months, and we can make a profit after four months!"

This abacus is so beautiful, but it's really hard to say whether it can make money.

Han Chaoyang couldn't see them being so "arrogant", and couldn't help but pour cold water: "Even if you can make a profit, there are five or six large and small shareholders, and you can have a few dollars after removing all kinds of expenses." Besides, this business will not last long, it will be three years at the fastest, and five years at the slow, and people will come to collect the land and houses. ”

"Officer Han, do you think we will open this one?" Zhang Beibeile smiled, smiled at him and said with high spirits: "To tell you the truth, now this is just a small test, and when everything is on the right track, and when the business has a reputation, we will start to open a second, third or even fourth, chain operation, and a youth travel group with limited shares, maybe in a few years we will be able to go to the GEM listing." ”

"What GEM to go to!"

Referring to the future vision of Chaoyang International Youth Hostel, Huang Ying was so energetic that she actually laughed and said: "If the main board is a casino, the small and medium-sized board is a labor camp, then the GEM is a slaughterhouse, so we don't go to the GEM, if we want to go public, we will go to Hong Kong, or simply go to the United States and go to NASDAQ to ring the bell!"