"Master Zhu, the owner agreed to change hands on the shop he fancied yesterday, and he also took the initiative to reduce the rent by another one or two silver per month. Now it's time to sign the contract. ”

Early in the morning of the second day, Fang Ya ran to the Marquis of Linhuai's mansion with a red face, and told Zhu Ping'an the good news with spittle.

"And this kind of good thing?"

Zhu Ping'an came to the outer courtyard from the inner courtyard, and after hearing the news from Fang Ya, he was surprised, there are still people who take the initiative to reduce the rent these years?

Then Zhu Ping'an nodded with a smile, hung the money bag in his hand on his waist, and followed Fang Ya out of the Linhuai Marquis Mansion.

In the courtyard in the distance, the little girl with a bun probed her brain to peek out half of her little head from behind a cluster of blooming roses, a pair of big eyes were turning drippingly, and a bun face full of collagen was curious and nervous, like a little lady who caught rape, looking at the direction of Zhu Ping'an's departure.

My uncle just asked the young lady if she borrowed a hundred taels of silver.

Miss didn't ask and gave it to my uncle, what if my uncle learned badly from someone outside, went out to drink flower wine, or went to some indiscreet places.

Now everyone in the Hou Mansion says that the uncle is now the youngest five-grade official in the Ming Dynasty, and that the future of the uncle is limitless, and many girls in the mansion don't look at the aunt right.

It's the big girl Zijuan next to the old lady, and it seems that something is wrong recently.

That's a hundred taels of silver, so Miss doesn't have to worry about it.

If my uncle goes outside to mess with flowers and grass again, the young lady will definitely be sad.

No way.

I'll have to go and take a look, and help the young lady look at my aunt.

You can't let your uncle do anything wrong.

With the idea of curing the disease and saving people, the little girl with the bun nodded her little head firmly, and then clumsily dropped out behind Zhu Ping'an and Fang Ya.

Although it was clumsy, fortunately, the distance was far enough, and Zhu Ping'an didn't find it.

Of course, it is also a loss that Liu Mu and Liu Dadao went to the city gate early in the morning to pick up Liu Dazhui and them, and did not follow Zhu Ping'an, otherwise with the clumsy tracking skills of the little girl with the bun, they would have been discovered more than ten times by Liu Mu and Liu Dadao, an old hunter who hunts in the mountains all year round.

At this time, it was already more than eight o'clock in the morning, the gate of Xinghua Gate was opened, the traffic was forbidden, the cars were like dragons and people, and it was prosperous.

Fang Ya was half a step behind Zhu Ping'an, and walked towards Xinghuamen together, preparing to go to the shop to sign the contract, this shop is the layout of the front shop and the backyard, and the owner lives in the backyard.

Yesterday afternoon, Fang Ya had already negotiated with the landlord, and the agreement was to meet with the three parties this morning, and then sign the contract directly.

After finalizing the contract, Fang Ya was happy, and introduced nearby shops to Zhu Ping'an all the way.

For example, the owner of this store is very picky, not only deducting the wages of the store guys, but also often lacking catties and two pounds when selling things, so you must pay attention to this store in the future.

For example, the last one in the store was stolen, and I didn't even let go of the vases in the store, and all of them were emptied.

For example, the day before yesterday, when this restaurant opened, five or six orchids with big breasts and big butts were invited from outside the Saiwai, dancing barefoot and twisting their buttocks with their navels exposed, which was a hundred times more immoral than Sister Dongcheng Yao, but when Fang Ya was saying these words, Zhu Ping'an obviously saw his Adam's apple surging, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and obviously coveted the scene of orchid dancing at that time.

Zhu Ping'an nodded softly in response as he walked.

Orchid dancing, well, it's about the belly dance of the Western Regions, which is the dance of the Arab style in the Middle East. Even in modern times, this kind of sexy, feminine belly dancing is easily associated with sex, and in ancient times it was too normal to be considered immoral.

Well.

When it opened, I invited the orchid to dance, hehe, it seems that the ancient restaurant was also well versed in some marketing methods.

But.

Still rough.

It seems that it is time for you to see the real marketing.

Zhu Ping'an hooked the corners of his lips slightly, and stepped forward, under the sun, the young man's sunny smiling face almost dazzled people's eyes.

This is the street where the finalized shop is located, on both sides of the street are shops, there are taverns, inns, cloth shops, tea houses, pen, ink, paper and inkstone shops, etc., and there are small stalls along the street in front of the shops, selling farm products, selling fruits, selling rock sugar gourds, and fortune tellers...... Although the stalls are small, the business is good, and the stall owners are vying to attract customers.

At the foot of the imperial capital, the spirit is full.

There are a lot of people on the streets, both high and low, and everyone's face is filled with this yearning for a better life.

Next to the street is a Beijing-Hangzhou Canal leading to the inner city river in the city, the wide river surface ships come and go, end to end, boatmen shouting trumpets and shaking oars, there are slender men on the shore singing tunes to pull fiber, the simple wharf is full of goods, and the wharves are carrying the goods shirtless, unloading in a tense and orderly manner.

There is a stone arch bridge in front of the dock area, which spans the inner city river and connects the two banks. The stone arch bridge is not as grand as the Zhaozhou Bridge, but it is tall, and the bridge hole is high and wide enough to not affect the passage of inland river ships at all.

People come and go on the bridge, and boats come and go under the bridge, so that the flow of people on this side of the arch bridge is also extraordinarily large.

Just a few steps after passing the arch bridge, Fang Ya pointed to a shop and reminded Zhu Ping'an, "Lord Zhu, look, this shop is it." ”

Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked at Fang Ya's fingers, this is a two-room shop, close to about sixty square meters.

It's a pastry shop.

Far away, you can smell a sweet and greasy smell, which reminds Zhu Ping'an of the Fujialin pastry shop not far from the university gate when he was in college.

This is a very classical pastry shop, antique decoration, the store shelves are full of all kinds of pastries, what sugar steamed cheese, osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake, Ruyi cake, acacia cake, auspicious fruit......

However, although there are many tricks, the business of this pastry shop is relatively deserted, and this shop is out of place in the Xinghuamen area, where people come and go.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the wooden labels inserted behind various pastries, and probably understood why the store was deserted.

The price is too expensive.

The price of any kind of pastry is more expensive than beef and mutton, and it is obviously only enjoyed by the upper class. However, most of the people who came and went on the street were ordinary people, as well as laborers and slender men, and only a few passing merchants and wealthy people.

The object is positioned incorrectly.

Beijing City, the east city is rich and the west city is expensive! Xuanwu is poor, Chongwen is broken!

If this pastry shop had been opened in the wealthy areas of the East and West Cities, the business might have been very different.

Zhu Ping'an shook his head slightly, followed Fang Ya past the main entrance of the store, and walked into the backyard of the store from the corner door on the side.

The backyard is cleanly furnished, with flowers, grass, and a clump of bamboo.

Fang entered the backyard, and a touch of red came into Zhu Ping'an's eyes.