"Hello Mr. Fang~"

"Hehe, Boss Liu is bothered~"

This Boss Liu, who was wearing a moon-white cardigan, had a slightly gloomy face, and even when he was smiling, he gave people a strong face. It's no wonder that he is like this, in the middle of last month, when he received a notice from Fang Yuanshan that he wanted to take over the house, this Boss Liu had insomnia for several days.

His family has been renting this shop for some years, and from the beginning of the apprenticeship to the later takeover of the shop, the relationship is very deep. Now all of a sudden, let him go, he is really very reluctant.

Fang Yuanshan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his eyes turned around the store, and he couldn't help but be attracted by his eyes. Standing up, he walked to the shelves and picked up the beautiful doll from the box under the spotlight. The weight and weight of the start do not look like plastic products at all, and I found that it was ceramic when I touched it.

When he looked closely at the ceramic dolls on the shelves, he found that all the ceramic dolls, including those in his hands, had delicate facial features, delicate expressions, beautiful clothing, dazzling jewelry and tiaras.

These dolls are charming, innocent, sexy, and sensual, and they are in different postures, such as standing, sitting, and dancing, all of which look very vivid, just like a miniature version of a real person.

He said sincerely: "Boss Liu, these ceramic dolls of yours are so beautiful!~" As he spoke, he put down the doll in his hand and picked up a ceramic doll wearing Qing Dynasty costumes 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 are no more in China." ”

"Oh, no wonder I haven't seen it!~"

Puzzled, he turned to ask from the perspective of economic value: "These dolls are expensive, aren't they?"

He didn't say this nonsense. Compared with Zuodun Road, the rent on Xiahai Street is cheaper, but it is not cheaper, and the annual rent is 2 million, and I don't know if I can earn back the rent!~

Boss Liu next to him replied: "Yes, the price in your hand is 150,000~"

Fang Yuanshan blinked his eyes and said uncertainly: "Vietnamese dong?"

This forty-year-old boss Liu cried and laughed and said: "It's Xiangjiang coins!~"

"≤∨dǐng≤∨diǎn≤∨小≤∨語,.→.o∞s_(); Yes...... This...... This doll costs 150,000 yuan? is it really fake?" Hearing the words of this boss, the doll in Fang Yuanshan's hand was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"Yes. These dolls are all handmade, including their clothes, which are also embroidered with stitches and threads. A skilled master has to do it for three days, and he can't put it on the shelves if there is any flaw. Moreover, their jewelry is designed by someone else, and their expressive eyes are also aimed at by professional painters. ”

"How's the sales?"

Boss Liu, who was rearranging the ceramic dolls, after a while, still said: "There are a lot of people who buy them, many of them are customized versions, and they are taken away by customers when they are done~"

"Really?"

Listening to the boss's words, other things came to his mind. An ordinary ceramic doll can be sold for a high price of 150,000 after being designed and packaged, which made Fang Yuanshan marvel at the same time, but also think of the Tang costume store that Murong Wan and the others were going to open when they turned back.

In the end, it's a matter of style. Quality and reputation create the upper class, and if his Tang costume store wants to lead the trend in the future, it must take a different route, so that the women of Xiangjiang can be proud to wear their store's Tang costumes and wear their store's jewelry.

Thinking about these things, he put down the ceramic doll in his hand before he asked, "Have you found Boss Liu's shop?"

"Well, the store has been found and is still being renovated, and it should be ready in the next few days. Boss Liu, who said a word, turned his head and looked around the store, his face full of loss.

Fang Yuanshan could understand his feelings, after all, after so many years, he was still very reluctant to leave. But he can't comfort him, is it possible that he can still give him this store?

After saying "sorry" to the boss again, he took Song Eun-hee out of this shop specializing in ceramic dolls.

As soon as he left the store, the phone in his pocket rang, and he received it: "Hello, I'm 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 not sensible, and I hope Mr. Fang doesn't take it to heart. ”

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

“……”

Qiu Ziming on the phone was choked by him, and after a while, he smirked: "Mr. Fang, do you have time now?" I want to invite you to have a cup of tea and talk about the lease of that shop. ”

"Didn't I say hello to you at the beginning of last month, what else is there to talk about?"

"I want to discuss with you the specific date of moving out, and I hope that Mr. Fang will give him a face to come over and talk, how about it?"

Looking at the time, it was almost 12 diǎn clocks now, he was not hungry, and Song Eunxi beside him should also be hungry, so he thought about it and said, "Okay, let's talk about the place!" ~"

"The Shinmori Tea House diagonally opposite the Baiyu Building!~"

Hearing that it was just two streets away, Fang Yuanshan didn't bother to take a taxi, so he walked over with one big and one small. It is worthy of being a shopping paradise, the crowd near "Milton Road" is simply shoulder to shoulder, and the temperature in Xiangjiang today is not low, the road is full of girls with long legs, two farts/strands wrapped in skinny jeans, outlining a moving curve, causing Fang Yuanshan to follow behind to take the wrong road.

"What's the matter, what are you eating, you look so full!~" He muttered, in view of the embarrassing scene just now, his eyes no longer dared to look around.

Before he arrived at Baiyu Building, the "Xinsen" teahouse in Qiu Ziming's mouth had already appeared in his eyes. This teahouse looks a little antique from the outside, and the surrounding environment is okay, in this business circle, there is a feeling of tranquility in the middle of the noise.

Walking to the door of the teahouse with Song Enxi, a man in white overalls came over and said, "May I ask if you are Mr. Fang!~"

"Hmm~"

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

The waiter led the two of them through the winding corridor, around a few turns, and up a wooden staircase. When I got upstairs, it was another scene. The hall on the second floor is divided into separate private rooms with curtains on them, and on the walls around the four sides are rows of antique shelves with some modern artefacts.

Following the waiter through the hall, there was a burst of fragrance from the nose along the way, which made people feel relieved.

"Knock knock!~"

Stopped in front of the only private room in the entire hall, and after knocking on the door, the waiter unscrewed the handle, bowed down to let Fang Yuanshan walk in, and then closed the door outside......

(To be continued.) )