Therefore, Fan Jinyou is very stupid, he has not learned to walk or already wants to run, and it is destined to fall and eat next.

When He Yongqiang heard Fan Jinyou's thoughts, he was almost angry by Fan Jinyou's whimsy, this is going to kill himself!

"Fan Jinyou, where are you going to let our family live?" He Yongqiang naturally questioned without a good tone at this time.

"It can be replaced! The street office can help you get a house." Fan Jinyou didn't care about He Yongqiang's true thoughts at all, and was still talking about his own arrangements there.

"Replacement doesn't work! If you really want to occupy my backyard, you'll have to pay us rent like a tavern, and the neighborhood office will sell us a single-family house." After the anger, He Yongqiang immediately moved in his heart, hoping that this time was a good opportunity for himself.

"This ......" Fan Jinyou didn't expect He Yongqiang to attach so much importance to real estate, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"Manager Fan, our sub-district office has a lot of public housing, and it is completely possible to sell one directly to our family, so that our backyard can be rented to you." The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was a good opportunity, and He Yongqiang immediately seduced Fan Jinyou, who was anxious.

"Alright! I'll help you coordinate with the neighborhood office, but the backyard will certainly not be as much rent as the tavern."

"I know this! You can just pay as much rent as you see the street."

Fan Jinyou's whim can be regarded as a reminder to He Yongqiang that he can take the opportunity to win a house again, and he must know that his desire for a house is endless.

Now all Fan Jinyou's attention is on Chinese food and dinner, and he doesn't care about the business model of the former tavern at all.

Coupled with the transformation of Fan Jinyou's operation, it also made this place lose the atmosphere of the previous tavern, which naturally made the Daqianmen tavern a thing of the past.

Since the formal implementation of the rationing system of various bills, almost all the guests who can come to the restaurant to eat are staff of units at all levels, but the real ordinary people have become less and less.

Niu Ye looked at the tavern that had undergone great changes with some depression, and now he could no longer find the happiness he once had, "He Yongqiang, after you sold the tavern, we have no place to drink."

"Master Niu, I have no choice but to accept the so-called public-private partnership and send someone like Fan Jinyou to be the public manager, do you think my life will be better?" At this time, He Yongqiang was willing to give up the tavern easily, but this was the general trend for the next 20 years.

"Hey! What are you talking about?"

"Master Niu, if you really want to drink, I want as much as I want, I go to Niulanshan to pull seven cents a catty, you just need to give a hard-earned money of eight cents and five cents, and pickles and other things can be served openly."

"Yes! That's a good idea."

"Master Niu, Cai Quanwu doesn't have a formal job yet, I want to ask him to go back and forth to Niulanshan to pull wine, you and the neighbors in the neighborhood can go to my house if you like to drink, it's definitely much better than drinking wine mixed with water from other taverns."

"Good! I know what you mean, I'm here to help you connect with people who like to drink."

"Master Niu, you must keep everyone tight-lipped, and if there are other in-demand materials in the future, you can also share them."

"Yongqiang, can you really get other supplies?"

"Master Niu, have you forgotten that I also ran a tavern before? Naturally, we are able to keep in touch with some suppliers, and we can definitely get unplanned and in-demand supplies."

"Great! I can definitely help you with this, Master Niu."

"Then thank you Master Niu! There may be a batch of high-quality rice next month, and when the time comes, you will definitely be close to Niu Ye first, and you can also test the water with Tie Tie first."

"Haha, that's a good feeling."

Niu Ye naturally didn't think that He Yongqiang would lie to himself, yes

Knowing Daqianmen, he knows that He Yongqiang is a capable person, otherwise it would be impossible to run the tavern so well.

If it is said that the operation of the tavern is the credit of Old Man He, he will not believe it if he kills them, everyone is an old neighbor for many years, who still doesn't know whom.

After hearing Fan Jinyou's report, the street director immediately remembered the popularity of the state-run hotel in the past two days, and checked the number of turnover in the past two days.

Immediately after hearing Fan Jinyou's repeated assurances, Director Li also agreed to Fan Jinyou's request with heart.

"Fan Jinyou, I just caught a spy some time ago, and then his property was confiscated, and the street can sell this house to He Yongqiang, and the rent in the backyard can only give him eighty yuan a year."

"Great! Director, I'll talk to He Yongqiang, I think he will definitely be willing to accept it."

"Well, go ahead! Solve this matter earlier, you must know that many leaders above are staring at this restaurant pilot."

"Yes! Goodbye, Director."

Then Fan Jinyou happily came to He Yongqiang and talked about it, but he didn't see the surprise on He Yongqiang's face that he expected.

"What? Don't you like the rent is too low?"

"It's okay to talk about the rent! It's the house that the street says is the backyard of Chen Xueru's Silk Village, right?"

"Yes! It should be that position."

"Humph! That house is private property, even if the owner of the house is a spy and is arrested, sooner or later he will be pardoned, and then this house will still be someone else's house."

"No! You can rest assured, the sub-district office will take care of all the formalities for you."

"No! Manager Fan, please study the real estate policy carefully, I don't want a house that will have disputes."

"This ......"

"Manager Fan, either it is a public house with clear property rights in the sub-district office, or help me contact a house owner who is willing to sell private property, otherwise I will not agree to take over."

"Hey! Let's go! Then I'm just running the streets." Seeing that He Yongqiang was so difficult, Fan Jinyou, who was eager to make meritorious contributions at this time, could only grit his teeth and insist.

"Then I'll wait for your good news, Manager Fan."

"Humph! He Yongqiang, for this little thing about you, my legs are almost thin, and you don't say thank you to me."

"Pull it down! If the state-run hotel is expanded this time, your credit will definitely not be small, and you should thank me in turn."

"Gotcha! Looks like I can't mean you."