Fan Xingchen's parents originally planned to return to their hometown on the fifth day of the first lunar month, but on the morning of the third day of the first lunar month, when Fan Guo went in and out, he saw a transfer notice posted at the door of a restaurant on the side of the road, and suddenly moved the idea of renting this restaurant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On this day, Fan Xingchen did not stay at home to rest, but came to work at Xunlei Express Company.

After the establishment of Xunlei Express, Fan Xingchen put forward such a decision: Xunlei Express will operate as usual on weekends.

At that time, most private express companies and postal services could not do business on weekends, but Fan Xingchen knew that this was a social trend, and every private express company would do business on weekends in the future.

At the beginning of the month, Fan Xingchen proposed that Xunlei Express was open all year round, but he did not require every employee to work overtime during the Spring Festival.

During the Spring Festival, the business volume of Xunlei Express fell a lot, two-thirds of the employees went home for the New Year, and the remaining one-third of the employees stayed in the company to work overtime, during the overtime, the basic salary doubled, and the CD of receiving and sending doubled.

Compared with Xunlei Express, during the Spring Festival, the proportion of employees who did not take a holiday in Vipshop was much smaller.

Fan Xingchen did not want the 2004 Spring Festival period, Xunlei Express and Vipshop employees too hard, he proposed some ways to deal with it, such as the day after the New Year, January 25, the twenty-fourth day of the lunar calendar, the price of goods sold on the Vipshop website increased a little, there was no price advantage, during this period, the number of customers who logged in to Vipshop to shop decreased a lot.

Fan Xingchen, who was looking through the accounts in the company, received a call from his father.

"Xingchen, I'm not going back to my hometown. Fan Guojin said excitedly.

Fan Xingchen was stunned when he heard this, and said with a sneer: "Dad, if you don't go back to your hometown, you will stay in Huhai in the future?"

"Yes!" Fan Guojin said with a smile, "Just now I saw a restaurant near where you live that wants to be subleased, I have seen it, it is very good, the price is not expensive, I want to run the restaurant." ”

"Running a restaurant?" Fan Xingchen smiled bitterly, "Dad, you don't know how to cook, why did you think of running a restaurant?"

"If you don't know how to cook, you can hire a chef, and many restaurant owners don't know how to cook. ”

"You haven't run a restaurant before. ”

"You were still a freshman last year, and now you are not the boss of two companies, you quit school to start a company, I didn't say anything about you, now I want to open a restaurant, you just talk nonsense, do you think this is good?"

Hearing his father say this, Fan Xingchen smiled bitterly, he knew that he was not good at saying anything more, he was silent for a moment, and asked, "Does my mother know your thoughts?"

"I don't know, I'll go back and talk to her later. ”

"As long as my mom supports you running a restaurant, I won't object. ”

"It's useless for you to object, anyway, the money in my hand can take over this restaurant. ”

"Dad, even if you want to rent that store to run a restaurant, don't be in a hurry, let's discuss it again when I go back in the afternoon. ”

"Got it. ”

Fan Xingchen thought for a while and said, "You tell my mother, I'll go home for lunch, and after lunch, you take me to that restaurant to have a look." ”

"Don't eat at home, eat at this restaurant at noon. ”

"Okay!" Fan Xingchen responded, "There's nothing else, let's talk about it here first." ”

"Hang up!"

After Fan Guojin finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

At around eleven o'clock, Fan Xingchen received another call from his father, learned that his parents had arrived at the restaurant, and told him the address of the restaurant.

Half an hour later, Fan Xingchen drove to the restaurant that his father was going to rent, and met his parents and the owner of the restaurant, Boss Kong.

After chatting with Boss Kong, Fan Xingchen, under the leadership of Boss Kong, walked around the restaurant, and finally, he returned to his parents and had lunch together.

"What do you think of this restaurant?" Fan Guojin asked with a smile after taking a bite of the dish.

"The size of the restaurant, the location, and the decoration were all very good. Fan Xingchen took a sip of Sprite, changed his tone, and said, "The transfer fee is a little more expensive, and there are still a little more than eight months left in the lease between Boss Kong and the landlord. ”

"Didn't Boss Kong say that before signing the transfer contract, he will help us contact the landlord, and we will talk to the landlord to re-sign a lease, which can be a little more than now, but after a year, the rent cannot increase too much. ”

"Dad, how many years are you going to rent?"

"If the annual rent increase is not large, rent it for a few more years, even if you don't want to open a restaurant in the future, you can sublet it to others, and you can earn back the transfer fee paid to Boss Kong. ”

Fan Xingchen smiled slightly, ate a few bites of food, looked at his mother and asked, "Mom, what do you think?"

Miao Meizhi smiled: "I think it's good to open a restaurant." ”

"You want to open a restaurant, I support it. However, you can't work too hard, you can arrange what others are doing and try to do as little as you can. Fan Xingchen thought for a while and continued, "Also, Dad, you can drink, but you can't drink too much, and how much alcohol you drink every day is limited." ”

Fan Guojin glared at his son and said unhappily: "In your eyes, I am a 'wine jar'?"

In Fan Xingchen's hometown, the wine jar refers to people who especially like to drink and are not happy without alcohol.

Before Fan Xingchen could speak, his mother Miao Meizhi preemptively said: "You are not a 'wine jar', who is a 'wine jar'?"

"I ......" Fan Guojin choked on his wife's words.

"Mom, don't say that about my dad. Fan Xingchen hurriedly persuaded, "Dad, Mom, family and everything is prosperous, let's not say such hurtful words in the future." Dad, I don't think you're a wine jar, I just think that drinking too much is not good for your health. ”

"I'll just drink less in the future. Fan Guojin snorted, in fact, he himself sometimes felt that he drank too much, but he had an addiction to alcohol, and if he didn't drink for a day, he felt uncomfortable.

Fan Xingchen put down his chopsticks, stood up, and said, "I'll go and talk to Boss Kong, and ask him to contact the landlord immediately, and if he can negotiate, then sign the lease as soon as possible." ”

The area of this restaurant is not small, the rent is naturally expensive, and the transfer fee paid to Boss Kong is really a lot.

Fan Xingchen felt that if it was someone else, renting this restaurant might not be able to make money, but letting his parents run it would definitely make money, because he had storage space in his hands, and there were many rivers in Shanghai, so he could use the storage space to catch live fish in the river and provide them to the restaurant for free, so that the cost of buying ingredients for the restaurant could be reduced.

Just now, Boss Kong called the landlord Tian Zhenhua and informed the other party that someone wanted to rent a restaurant, hoping to re-sign a lease with the landlord.

The landlord directly told Boss Kong that after more than eight months, the lease expired, and he would increase the rent by 60% at one time.