The enormous hot pot restaurant.
In terms of size, it’s several tis larger than the previous hot pot place that Liu Zhiyuan and Tai Zhengyuan destroyed...
It’s buzzing with people right now.
The whole hall is filled with tables and chairs, even the corners have a few small stools and a small square table. The Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion was originally a gathering place for martial arts students, exuding a certain level of sophistication. But now, in this spacious yet crowded hot pot place, the bubbling red oil instantly brings this so-called sophistication down to earth, adding a touch of mundane charm.
People constantly leave, satisfied, holding their stomachs.
And more keep coming in, so even holding a number plate in their hands... According to Xu Lingjun’s guess, it’s probably because the hot pot place is too close to the dorms, so when business started, the aroma of the hot pot filled the entire dormitory.
How could those who are tired from a hard day’s work resist falling asleep amidst such fragrance?
So they co over while cursing, only to find there’s no space. After taking a number, they return to their dorms, waiting for notification. They’ll co again when there’s an available spot.
Lying on the bed, waiting in line to have hot pot...
It’s kind of a pleasure, isn’t it?
It’s just that the wallet suffers a bit.
When Xu Lingjun and the others arrived, they saw Wang Tiancheng standing in the hall with a big smile, arranging guests... Occasionally scolding those workers, indicating they should hurry up and clear the tables, don’t they see how long the line is?
Yet, even being scolded, those workers were all smiles. Needless to say, Father Wang knows the principle that if you want the horse to run, you have to give it enough grass. So he provided plenty of it; being scolded a bit doesn’t matter as long as the pay is good, and you’re my dad!
How could you not listen to your dad?
He greeted them, seeing Xu Lingjun appear.
Wang Tiancheng ca over with a small run, laughing, "How’s it going? How’s your Father Wang’s business acun? You said the hot pot place wouldn’t work because it was too far from the dorm, so I opened it right next to the dorm... Business is booming, right? What do you think of this location? If it’s not suitable, we’ll change it."
Xu Lingjun, surprised, said, "Change?"
"Of course, the entire street near the dorms is ours now."
Wang Tiancheng laughed, "They gave the priority to buy and offered a 30% discount. They’ve practically spelled it out for ; how could I be polite to them? So I simply took it all... Just right, I calculated the accounts, the money from selling air conditioners is barely enough for the down paynt for this street. But now with the business booming at the hot pot place and the rent from other places, after paying the loan each month, there’s still a large surplus."
He proudly said, "In the end, I got a street without spending my own money, and I’ve made arrangents. In the future, this street will be nad Jun Street. Aside from the rented-out shops, I’m planning on opening a beef noodle shop, tofu pudding, rolled bread, fish balls, and deep-fried skewers, and white at buns..."
Listening to this long list of delicious-sounding items was like a cody routine, and Guo Zheng, who was itching for a taste, touched his lips and found they were all his favorites... Wait...
He exclaid in surprise, "Aren’t these all the snacks from our Qingzhou City’s snack street? Uncle Wang, you’ve brought them all here? But... why isn’t there any Snail Rice Noodle..."
Wang Tiancheng glanced at Guo Zheng and explained, "Ling Jun doesn’t like Snail Rice Noodles."
Beside him, Zong Xiaoping clutched his chest in mock agony, thinking that buying the whole street was just so he could bring over all the food his son likes. Then, considering his own father who skimps on his allowance, he suddenly felt an urge to swap dads.
"Co, co, you guys are here for hot pot too, right... Too bad there’s no space, but I already thought of it, my office is big enough, you can eat there. There’s even a sofa. Xiaojun, once I leave, you can co to the office whenever you like or just leave it be. You’re the major shareholder here, but I’ve arranged everything, you don’t need to worry too much about it."
Wang Tiancheng pulled Xu Lingjun inside, laughing as he said, "To be honest, I’m a bit stunned too. Originally, I just wanted to help you open two stores so I could look after you closely. Sohow, it developed into this... But fortunately, it’s heading in a good direction, yes, yes, saving a lot of money that wasn’t spent."
He advised, "Oh, by the way, don’t sell that Demon Beast at. The price for whole and retail is not the sa. Do you know if you dismantle a rcedes Benz into parts, it’s worth three tis the car’s price? I’ll find a chef to slice up the Demon Beast at into rolls, two or three plates per academic credit, and for a hundred academic credits’ worth of at, I can guarantee selling it for three hundred academic credits. Enjoy hot pot while improving cultivation, how can they not be tempted..."
"Oh."
Xu Lingjun responded blankly.
He was already in full admiration of Wang Tiancheng’s business experience, even until he sat in the 200-square-ter office, with everyone sitting on luxurious sofas, staring at the bubbling red oil soup base... still a bit confused...
Father Wang seed to know that his presence as an elder would make the younger ones uncomfortable.
So he specially opened a few bottles of fine craft beer from the cabinet for them.
Only then did he yawn and leave.
After all, he couldn’t stay at Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion for long; there was still that huge family business to handle... So these days, he had been observing the store’s operations to improve the process, ensuring Xu Lingjun could earn worry-free without stress.
He was exhausted, yawning on his way ho to rest.
Eating hot pot, Gu Xi suddenly brightened up, laughing, "Xu Lingjun, I’m suddenly very confident in you. You’ve suddenly beco a landlord."
Xu Lingjun smiled awkwardly, saying, "Don’t ntion confidence, I’m still confused."
"Eat, eat."
Xu Lingjun picked up his chopsticks proactively.
anwhile...
In the Pavilion Master’s office.
Liu Zhiyuan, dragging his tired self, emotionally exhausted beyond words, had just returned ho.
He was really worn out.
Not only was Zhou Qianmo, the old guy, seemingly scheming sothing... Previously, the two were on the sa side, but now after the old man’s grandson died, although his words remained normal, Liu Zhiyuan could sense he was on the verge of madness.
He’d begun considering the need to distance himself from him in the future.
Otherwise, if he got dragged into it, he wouldn’t even know where to cry.
And that street he and Tai Zhengyuan blew up...
He genuinely hadn’t expected that the street would beco Xu’s, and they turned around and used the money from the air conditioners they just paid for to pay them back. Even though he knew the other side surely invested a lot, using their money to buy their stuff left Liu Zhiyuan feeling like he’d been outsmarted.
After hearing Wang Dalong’s report, he was stunned for a while, instinctively feeling that this wasn’t right, but there was no help for it. They wrecked the place, and with heating renovations, there’s no way the street could be imdiately restored...
He could only accept it, pinching his nose.
Just arriving ho.
He sniffed and couldn’t help asking his wife, "What’s that delicious sll?"
"Hot pot, you old coot finally did sothing decent."
Liu Zhiyuan’s wife wasn’t a martial artist. Despite her age and white hair, perhaps because of marrying a good man, she looked neither old nor frail, radiating a noble grace, and even an old outfit couldn’t hide her charm...
She changed her shoes at the entrance, saying, "I’ve arranged to have hot pot with the sisters. I might be ho late, don’t wait up."
"Your good sister wouldn’t happen to be Tai Zhengyuan, would it?"
The old wife rolled her eyes at Liu Zhiyuan, saying, "I’m already in my fifties, what kind of butterfly thoughts could I have? He’s just a close friend, nothing more... It’s rare for friends to visit, I must treat them to a good al, especially since I heard he lost an assistant, I should comfort him well."
"I’m coming too!"
No matter how tired he is, he can’t miss this opportunity.
Liu Zhiyuan said, "Let change clothes."
His wife advised, "Change into sothing old, so I won’t have to wash the sll out later."
"Got it."
Liu Zhiyuan quickly dashed into the bedroom.
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