Shanhai City because of the sea on three sides, so the fields are scarce, farmers plant a large number of fruit trees and tea, so the fruit and tea of Shanhai City is a specialty, once on fire for a while, but with the development of the times, the traditional sales means make Shanhai City's two specialties gradually lose their competitiveness in the market.

The overcrowded fruit market has been turned into a wholesale clothing market, and the tea street is also cold and clear waiting to be transformed.

Xu Minghui walked into the tea street, and it was a little strange to introduce Qian Duoduo, because there are many people shopping in the tea street, how can it be said that it is deserted.

"If you take a closer look, most of these stores are no longer selling tea, there are clothes sellers, beauty salons, and foot washing cities, which have become a hodgepodge of commercial streets without characteristics, according to the grapevine, some people want to open this place into a new pedestrian street, bringing new business opportunities to Shanhai City."

Qian Duoduo said regretfully, and opened the small book, which had collected a lot of information about Tea Street.

"There are more than 200 stores on this street, including six teahouses, and there are less than 50 stores selling tea now, your tea cost is low, the quality is high, we sell it a little higher than the price, we will definitely make a lot of money." Qian Duoduo said confidently.

"Which store are you looking for?" Xu Minghui asked.

"It's over there, the location is good, the price is not high, it's a nail salon."

"Nail salon?" Xu Minghui said depressedly.

"Hehe, it's still a little beauty's shop, here's it."

The gold ingot, who has been leading the way in front, pointed to a small poor nail salon with a spring breeze on his face, and a note of transfer was posted at the door very casually, and there was a dazzling pink heavy locomotive, which was obviously modified, but this modified heavy motorcycle was quite expensive, it seems that the shopkeeper likes heavy locomotives, no wonder the nail salon can't operate.

Looking through the glass door inside the store, as if there had been a war, a scantily clad little lady was cleaning up, pouting her ass, revealing a small waist with two waists, and seeing pink trousers, her nails on her hands were decorated with colorful colors.

"Isn't this too small to change to a teahouse?" Xu Minghui said, his eyes peeking at the little sister's pants and waist.

"It's small, it's small, it's a hero to save beauty." Jin Yuan Bao said wistfully.

"Color embryos. But I like it. Qian Duoduo said with contempt, but his eyes were the same as Xu Minghui's, and he never left the little sister's waist.

"Your sister, are you doing business or picking up girls?"

Xu Minghui couldn't laugh or cry, but the geographical location here is really good, people who go to this street will pass by here, although the teahouse store is a little smaller, it should be good to think that people come to do business outside the store, and there is also a lot of place outside the store, and it is also very good to set a few tables outside at that time.

"Song Xiaoyu, I'm here."

Qian Duoduo and Jin Yuan shouted together, squeezing each other into the small nail salon.

"You're here."

Song Xiaoyu stood up, her brown hair was messy, her delicate little face was painted with smoky makeup, her big eyes exuded a hostile look, it was rebellious, and the whole person's complexion gave people a feeling of not believing anyone, just like a small storefront, messy and a little decadent.

Song Xiaoyu made Xu Minghui a little distracted, and he didn't understand why such a beautiful woman, who was not very old, should have entered the society as a little sister when she was in college.

"This is the contract, sign and pay for it and I'll give you the key."

Song Xiaoyu didn't talk nonsense, carefully took out a contract, and stared at Xu Minghui, who he had never seen.

"This is my God of Wealth." Qian Duoduo introduced, but Song Xiaoyu snorted coldly.

"There's a last name." Jin Yuan smiled, signed and paid the money, and then began to chat randomly.

"The key is here, and this shop is yours."

Song Xiaoyu was business-like, didn't want to chat at all, and then continued to clean the storefront.

"Let's just do it." Xu Minghui hurriedly said.

"No, the store can't be messy, so I'll give it to you."

Song Xiaoyu was a little stubborn, ignoring Xu Minghui after speaking, bending over and mopping the floor, his deep waist eyes were really charming.

"Weird."

Xu Minghui summed up Song Xiaoyu's surname, obviously she is a little sister, but she is meticulous in doing things like an adult.

The three big men stood in the store a little embarrassed and watched Song Xiaoyu clean, wanting to help but being refused, so they had to go out of the store to smoke and discuss the decoration of the teahouse, and at this time, several thugs came with sticks and menacing.

Xu Minghui and the others thought they were looking for trouble, but these gangsters rushed directly into a larger clothing store next door, and suddenly there was a chaotic noise inside, and the three of them couldn't help but be stunned, so they walked over and stood outside to watch the excitement.

"Old man, this store doesn't make money, what's the use of you holding this store, quickly transfer it to us, otherwise you won't have a good time."

A group of thugs smashed the storefront with sticks and yelled at an old man with a fierce face.

"Don't smash, don't smash, although you can't make much money, it's still okay to support your family."

The old man blocked the gangsters with his hands, but he was weak and not the opponent of the gangsters, and he was hit to the ground by the gangsters in a few clicks, and the old man cried on the ground for a while and foamed at the mouth, as if he was out of breath and covered his chest, and fainted after a while.

Several thugs were stunned, they all stopped and looked at the old man in a panic, and kicked the old man a few times, but the old man did not react.

"Don't pretend to be dead, pretending to be dead won't solve the problem, hurry up and transfer the store."

The thugs shouted even more panickedly, smashing things to embolden themselves.

Xu Minghui walked in, didn't look at a few gangsters, squatted on the ground to check the old man's pulse, and then frowned, because the old man's situation was not optimistic, he quickly took out a silver needle to prick the old man, and after a while, the old man exhaled and gasped rapidly.

"It's too dangerous, I fainted just now, stopped breathing, and almost died suddenly." Xu Minghui said with a sigh of relief.

"Sudden death, who to scare!"

The thugs shouted at Xu Minghui, thinking that this kid was exaggerating what he said, isn't this looking for death.

Qian Duoduo and Jin Yuanbao saw that the gangsters surrounded Xu Minghui and hurriedly came to help, but a fat man who lacked exercise and a thin man who couldn't help but be weak could help.

Xu Minghui stood up and said seriously: "I'm not exaggerating, the old man's health is not good, there are at least five serious diseases waiting to be treated, your actions just now made the old man's heart beat faster, and there were complications, so he fainted, if I hadn't been there, you would have killed someone just now, you know?" ”

"Don't talk big, isn't the old man good, this kid is making trouble, he must have been sent by the other party, and he was abolished."

Several gangsters were pale when Xu Minghui said it, and they thought that they were almost killed, and they didn't dare to look for the old man, so they had to shout and scream at Xu Minghui, and serve with sticks.

Xu Minghui is no longer a weak physique who can't fight, after the practice of cultivating immortals and maze tricks, Xu Minghui moved his feet to dodge all the sticks, raised his hands to knock all the sticks down, and was just about to raise his feet and kick the other party out handsomely, but a touch of tea appeared in front of him, but Song Xiaoyu rushed in, and the mop in his hand flew out with a poke of the thug.