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Shopkeeper Wang calmly asked: "His nephew ruined my house and ruined my business, shouldn't he lose some money?" ”

Jiang Han smiled and said, "Tsk, it seems that I have really lost a lot." Is there a hundred taels?"

The shopkeeper's face stiffened for a second, and he said in his heart, when it comes to money, how can this stinky boy's nose be smarter than a dog?

He took advantage of the situation to put away his smile and said in a flash: "If I don't have enough shopkeepers to repair the house, how can I agree to settle things." Although he is the richest man in Luoxia Town, he still has to be reasonable. ”

Jiang Han grinned, leaned over to Wang Zhang's side, and said in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, I heard that you only gave Song Yaozu five taels of silver, saying that it was Huang Yuanwai's medical expenses, hehe, isn't this compensation gap a bit big?" ”

It's just that half of the wall was cracked, and some porcelain ornaments were destroyed and ninety-five taels were deducted, but Song Yaozu was traumatized and hemorrhaged, and he actually only gave five taels!

That day, she went to Song's house to deliver pork liver soup, and the kid also said how good the shopkeeper was to him, and he didn't know that he had suffered a big loss.

Shopkeeper Wang stepped back half a step away from her, and said with a tiger face: "How much do you think you can pay for this kind of small injury, if it weren't for me, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to get five taels!" What's more, I paid the consultation fee and medicine fee in Qiancaotang that day, and the five taels of silver were all used for him to recuperate. ”

"However, five taels and ninety-five taels, the difference is ......" Jiang Han slanted at the shopkeeper Wang and deliberately slowed down his tone.

"What's ninety-five taels, it's all your kid guessing."

Shopkeeper Wang glanced at her coldly, and said disdainfully: "I don't know what the hell is going on in your kid's heart?" Hmph, no way, you culprit, the shopkeeper doesn't ask you for compensation, just do your duty! ”

Jiang Han pursed his lips and scolded secretly, the profiteer, and he didn't want to mention the unpleasant thing that made everyone unhappy.

She copied her hand and accompanied the shopkeeper Wang upstairs and downstairs for a turn, along the way, the shopkeeper Wang pointed here and said that it was going to be demolished, and then pointed there and said that he wanted to add a room, and the more he said, the more excited he became.

When she returned to the first floor, when the shopkeeper Wang asked her expectantly what she thought, she lazily replied, "Haven't you thought about it all, why are you still asking me?" ”

When the shopkeeper Wang saw her absent-minded appearance, he was immediately annoyed: "Why, you can't take advantage of it, you look like this?" Shopkeeper: I'm good to you, and you repay you like this? ”

Jiang Han rolled his eyes, obviously disapproving.

said that Aunt Liu was good to her, Uncle Niu was good to her, and Lord Shen was good to her, she had to be recognized, and the shopkeeper Wang was good to her...... She just wanted to send two more white eyes.

They are obviously using each other, and it would be too hypocritical to return the favor.

Thinking of this, her face became a little delicate, and a little guilt and hesitation appeared in her eyes-it seemed that she shouldn't have asked for a silver reward or something...... When to repay the favor?

Her expression made the shopkeeper misunderstand that she was ashamed of her mistake.

Immediately, the shopkeeper Wang began to draw a big cake seriously: "Brother Han, be a man, you have to look long, don't just look at the three points in front of you." Again, as long as you work hard, I will not treat you badly. At the end, he also glanced at Jiang Han meaningfully.

Jiang Han was chilled by him.

How do you feel that the shopkeeper Wang's gaze is like looking at a lump of meat on the pork stall.

She couldn't help but stroke her arm and said, "Shopkeeper, although you can't just look at the three points in front of you, you can't just look at the plum every day to quench your thirst!" I've been working with you for almost four months, and I've only been paid once in total, and I paid you in advance, and I paid you back all of it. ”

The shopkeeper didn't like to hear this, he glared at him, and said, "Can you blame me for this?" Who made your kid frizzy, do you want me to pay for your own business? You're not my son!"

Well, that's even colder.

"However, although you don't get paid, you don't make less money in my teahouse."

Jiang Han's eyes widened in astonishment, and he said, "Shopkeeper, don't lie to people, I don't know about others, but I don't have a penny of reward for my own money!" ”

"Hmph, how much money can you have even if you swallow it?" Shopkeeper Wang glanced at her, "I'm talking about the money you earned from my teahouse." Let's not talk about the auction, just fat jade cake and two kinds of tea, how long has it been now, and I have earned more than one or two silver, right? That's more than if you were paid four months. ”

A tael of silver was embarrassed to mention to her, which was more than a little short of her expectations.

She originally thought that if she sold it in a teahouse for a month, she would be able to earn at least three or five taels.

"Shopkeeper, you charged me 20% of the consignment fee......"

Originally, it was one and a half, but later the shopkeeper Wang saw that the sales were not as good as he thought, and openly proposed to ask for a 30% consignment fee, or she argued and almost turned her face before only mentioning half of it.

"I know, you earn money and I earn money, so I'm optimistic about you kid!" Shopkeeper Wang looked at her with a smile, and in an instant, the feeling of pork from before came back.

I only heard the king's shopkeeper say again: "Today I will ask your boy to give me advice, you must take advantage of the opportunity." ”

What is this, and she doesn't want this opportunity, okay!

"Well, if the idea is right, you can also sell the dim sum you said last time, and I don't want to pay 50% of the consignment fee, so let's take 30%."

Jiang Han couldn't hold it anymore.

The pastry in the shopkeeper Wang's mouth is the mille-feuille cake that Yun Niang pondered.

After the little fat man Wang Xiaoli mentioned it a few times, the shopkeeper Wang came to her, she was originally going to use it for consignment, but the profiteer wanted half of the profits, and she never mentioned it again when she heard it.

She would rather not sell it to him than make him a wedding dress.

Jiang Han shook his head: "Shopkeeper, if you agree to all the dim sum I consign, all of them will only be collected in half, I will consider it." To tell you the truth, I'm hesitating now whether to make it myself and sell it, or sell the recipe to the Zhou family to make a quick buck. ”

Shopkeeper Wang looked at Jiang Han for a moment, and then calculated in his heart for a long time before he said: "It's not impossible to be one and a half, but it depends on whether you can give me a good idea." ”

Jiang Han finally smiled: "Okay, then I'll take another turn and think about it carefully." ”

If she didn't have a shop now, and this kind of dim sum couldn't be sold at a price in the tile market, she wouldn't have begged him at all.

In the end, Jiang Han suggested that the shopkeeper Wang divide a few more elegant rooms upstairs, move the stairs in a different direction, don't rush to the gate, and then remove the partition door in the middle hall on the first floor, merge the two rooms in the backyard into the lobby, and make a larger platform in front of the middle hall, which can not only sing and play lyrics, but also occasionally engage in other programs to create an atmosphere.

Shopkeeper Wang asked what kind of program he was doing, but Jiang Han couldn't say it for a while.

The shopkeeper Wang was a little dissatisfied, and asked her to go back and think about it, and try to come up with it before it reopens, and it is best to use it when it opens.

If she does it, half of the consignment fee is easy to say, if you can't do it, don't mention the cost reduction, and sell the mille-feuille recipe when it should be sold.

"Profiteers!" After Jiang Han walked out of the teahouse, he turned around and raised his fist fiercely, and said angrily, "The ghost just wants to show you, and I will discuss it with Yun Niang in a few days and sell the recipe." ”