Chapter 14 The boss who owns a street

In the afternoon in Tsim Sha Tsui, the sun was scorching outside, and the old electric fan flickered.

In a decades-old milk tea shop, under the threatening look of the boss, Chen Changqing finally had the nerve to light the red pagoda in his hand.

May, who was not far away, was holding a menu in her hand. She was excitedly comparing the set meal and today's special price, which one was more cost-effective.

I have to say that women are really magical creatures. Two hours ago, they were so tired that their legs were weak when walking, but now they can bargain with the boss vigorously. But what Chen Changqing can't understand the most is not this.

"Husband, do you think we should buy pearl milk tea with taro buns, or special milk tea with Portuguese egg tarts?"

Chen Changqing scratched his head, helplessness flashing in his eyes:

"Do you like to eat that?"

"I like both."

"Then take it all."

"But I'm afraid of getting fat, and it's not cost-effective."

"It's not like you don't have money. If you're afraid of getting fat, just order one."

"But if I order taro buns, I can't eat egg tarts. If I order egg tarts, I can't eat taro buns."

"..."

Sure enough, women are unreasonable creatures. He really didn't understand what May was struggling with. Helplessly, he could only express:

"Order both portions, and I'll take the rest if you have it."

"mua~"

"Husband, you are so kind!"

With a look of disgust on his face, Chen Changqing wiped the saliva from his face. Under the boss's warning eyes, Chen Changqing walked towards him with a cigarette in his hand.

The afternoon in Xiangjiang is very leisurely at two or three o'clock. The golden and soft sunshine shines on the streets, and there is a bit of warmth in the tranquility.

As an old signature for decades, the taste of this milk tea shop is naturally excellent, but Chen Changqing’s favorite is their taro buns.

It's creamy and sweet, with a white and soft skin. It feels great in the mouth.

Even after swallowing, the sweetness of taro still remains in the mouth. The only thing that is a bit regrettable is the egg tart.

However, Chen Changqing thought this was nothing. After all, all they ate were leftovers from lunch. If the egg tarts were freshly taken out of the oven, they would taste great.

The old electric fan whirred, and May looked at the potato buns and egg tarts in front of her tangledly.

One is high in sugar and the other is high in calories. She is now in pain as to which one she should eat.

As the guests at the other table left, only the boss, Chen Changqing, and May were left in the milk tea shop.

Chen Changqing walked over with milk tea. The boss who was cleaning up looked up at him and said: "Smoking is not allowed in the store."

Putting the cigarette behind his ear, Chen Changqing joked:

"I know, so I haven't dared to order it. After all, boss, you have a kitchen knife in your hand."

The boss chuckled softly, feeling that the young man in front of him was a bit interesting, and his expression was not as fierce as at first: "You are a wise boy, what do you want to eat?"

Chen Changqing glanced at the menu, shook his head, and pointed to the large two-story shoe store next to him:

"If there are freshly baked egg tarts, I'd like to take two boxes. If it's lunch, forget it. I came here mainly to ask the boss, how much does it cost to rent the shoe store next to it for a year?"

The boss was stunned for a moment. He glared at Chen Changqing and said in a somewhat aggressive tone:

"The business is still open, so what do you think you want to do?"

Although times have developed and everyone's lives are getting better and better, most of the things of the older generation have been eliminated.

But I have to admit that these old people in the 1940s and 1950s are much more sophisticated than the young people today.

The shoe store is still open, and there is no sign for rent on the glass door at the entrance.

Even if business is not good, these older people will not gossip, let alone speak ill of this store.

However, since Chen Changqing mentioned this store, it means that he has a certain understanding of this store.

A week after being released from prison, Chen Changqing did not just run every morning. Especially after talking with Huang Zhicheng, Chen Changqing, who had chosen his target, has been doing market research.

I dare not tell you everything, but he knows everything about the stores in Tsim Sha Tsui that he likes, and this naturally includes the shoe store next to it.

So after the boss finished speaking, Chen Changqing shook his head:

"Don't make trouble. There is a disco in front of you. I'm afraid it will be difficult for the shoe store owner to do business."

All walks of life must conduct market research before entering the industry.

The owner of this shoe store knew at a glance that he had not done a good job in market research.

He only saw the large flow of people on this street, but he did not see the "busy business" Big Rich Disco across the street.

Places like discos are a mixed bag, and Hong Kong in the 1990s was synonymous with chaos.

Shoe store business is not easy to do. After singing songs and dancing, people may drink a cup of milk tea because they are hungry, but they will not buy a pair of shoes for dancing.

I'm talking about you drinking too much and having no money. Should you go to a milk tea shop or a gun and shoe shop?

As for those who come to buy shoes on weekdays?

Xiangjiang is a big place, and the flow of people on this street is quite strong, but most people will come here to buy shoes when they have nothing to do. Isn’t it nice to spend ten yuan to take a bus to the commodity street?

Not to mention that there are more than a dozen gangsters in the disco across the street all year round. For this reason, ordinary people will not take the initiative to buy shoes here.

After Chen Changqing pointed it out, the owner of the milk tea shop looked at him in surprise.

If nothing else, you can tell the reality of this shoe store just by looking at it. The young man in front of you is much better than the shoe store owner.

Considering the situation of the shoe store, the owner of the milk tea shop did not continue to come:

"You want to take over the store?"

Chen Changqing nodded: "You have been working here for decades, so you should know the owner of this store."

In the morning, Chen Changqing told May that he would show her his future store in the afternoon.

I brought her here to drink milk tea not because of how good the milk tea shop tastes, but because this milk tea shop has been open here for decades and I must know the real owner of the shoe shop.

After all, the shoe store is still open. Chen Changqing can't go in and directly go to the shoe store owner and tell him - I have fallen in love with your store. Please pack up your things and clear out the store quickly.

Not to mention whether the shoe store owner would regard him as an easy target, wouldn't it be a slap in the shoe store owner's face if he just came to his door?

Of course, what Chen Changqing told May was that he knew a time-honored milk tea shop and heard that the taste was particularly good, so he took her to try it.

Although it's a bit scumbag, isn't this what girls like?

But what made Chen Changqing miscalculated was that as he finished speaking, the owner of the milk tea shop glanced at him, his expression a little more playful:

"What a coincidence, I really don't know the boss, because this street belongs to me."

Chen Changqing was stunned. He looked at the milk tea shop owner in front of him.

His appearance was unattractive, and he looked like he was in his forties or fifties. He must have been well-maintained, and his real age might be more than that. This reminded him inexplicably of the duck rice boss who owned ten buildings:

"I didn't realize it. Boss, you are here to experience life. What's your surname?"

The boss waved his hand and looked disapproving: "It's almost useless to try to rent a house. If you want to rent a house, you have to find Pineapple Boy here."

Who is Pineapple Boy?

Chen Changqing doesn't know him or knows about it.

But he had a brain, and after a second thought, he pointed to the open disco across the street: "Next, boss, are you going to say that Pineapple Boy is the owner of Monopoly Disco?"

The boss chuckled lightly, but did not answer directly:

"He doesn't have that much money, but he is indeed the manager of the disco."

Chen Changqing nodded. The boss didn't say much, but he understood what he meant:

"Thank you, boss. Your milk tea is good, but the egg tarts are too cold. How much is the total?"

"Two large cups of milk tea, a cage of taro buns, and a box of egg tarts, twelve or eighty yuan, just give me twelve yuan."

"Your price is not cheap."

“Forty years of time-honored brand, genuine products!”

After paying the money, Chen Changqing returned to May with the milk tea. At this moment, she still had taro buns and egg tarts in front of her. She looked confused about whether she should eat it and which one she should eat. This made Chen Changqing speechless:

"You still haven't figured out which one to eat?"

May nodded and pitifully asked Chen Changqing for help:

"Husband, I want to eat everything, but I'm afraid of getting fat."

Chen Changqing was silent for a moment. Looking at May's troubled face, he decided to help her. After all, she was his girlfriend.

"It's okay, I'll help you."

As he spoke, he stuffed the taro bun in front of May into his mouth with lightning speed.

may: "?"

No, there seems to be some problem somewhere? Normal operation should be fine. You can eat with confidence. You are not fat at all, but too thin.

Or if you are a straight man, just say that it is okay to be fat, and I will help you lose weight when the time comes.

Facing Chen Changqing's operation at this moment, May said that he couldn't understand it.

But what made her even more confused was that before she could swallow the taro buns in her mouth, Chen Changqing stuffed the last remaining egg tart into her mouth again: "Okay, you don't have to worry about it now.

, I’ve finished eating for you, it’s okay, you’re welcome, this is what you should do as your boyfriend!”

As he spoke, he also deliberately made his chewing sounds louder.

"..."

"Chen Yongren, I'm going to kill you!"
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