Wang Dongyue was in trouble, and Yu Tian was worried.
But on the surface, he still behaves calmly and even chats and laughs with Lao Gao.
Lao Gao admired him very much.
After listening to Yu Tian's question, he replied, "The second-generation small commodity market is indeed under preparation, and you can now subscribe for stalls. This time the government has not invested less, but people are still used to setting up stalls in the park, and not many people support it."
The second-generation small commodity market in Uiseong was built in 1984.
The Industrial and Commercial Bureau invested 600,000 yuan.
At its peak, there were as many as 3,000 to 4,000 stalls covering tens of square meters, and more than 30,000 people entered the market every day, making it difficult to find one.
but now.
Small vendors are generally used to doing business at the old site of the park. Many people have no idea about the second-generation small commodity market, let alone how valuable their stalls will be in the future.
Especially in 1986.
Due to the rapid expansion of the small commodity market, the entire market has moved to the third-generation small commodity market, which is now the Huangyuan Road shopping mall, and the prices of shops have continued to rise.
and.
Anyone who originally had a stall in the second-generation market will inherit the original stall when they move to the third-generation market.
This is also a policy set by the government to benefit the people.
"Please help me find out the price."
Yu Tian looked at the map for a while and told Lao Gao.
"price?"
Lao Gao waved his hands quickly and laughed and said, "No need, who goes there? It's good that everyone is in the park. The government just wants to defraud people of their money, so fools go there!"
It’s not just Lao Gao.
Many people have this idea.
After all, stall fees at the old site of the park were very low, but when moving to a second-generation small market, not only do you have to pay a one-time purchase price for the stalls, but you also have to pay additional water and electricity bills.
"Let's ask around. If they don't buy it, I will."
Yu Tian didn't explain. He didn't want to say that these stalls would have gold prices in the future, because even if he did, Lao Gao might not believe it.
Old Gauguin didn't know that in the golden stage of the future, the value of an ordinary stall of more than 20 square meters could be exchanged for two 150-square-meter buildings. Doesn't it sound like a fantasy now?
"Aren't you afraid of losing money? I know you have planted a lot of Clivia in Spring City. What's the use of doing this..."
Lao Gao questioned.
Yu Tian shook his head.
What are you afraid of?
Be forewarned, this is an absolutely profitable business and it is a kind of picking up the slack.
and.
The second generation of small commodity market stalls is similar to the crazy Clivia incident that is about to happen in Spring City, except that its life cycle is longer than that of Clivia, and the profit returns are more generous.
Yu Tian planned to buy it before the end of the year.
But it happened that something happened to Wang Dongyue this time, so we might as well do it together.
Lao Gao was confused.
Very disapproval.
Advised again and again.
But Yu Tian not only refused to agree, but even persuaded him to spend some money to buy a few.
"its me?"
Lao Gao shook his head like a rattle, "Now our factory is too busy making clothes. There are a lot of orders. I'd better take care of this business and not think about anything else for the time being."
Say it.
He shook his legs.
His legs are disabled and it is difficult for him to walk much. Just selling clothes is enough for him to have enough food and clothing to become a rich man.
But the more he looked at this leg, the more uncomfortable Yu Tian felt.
I empathize with Lao Gao's experience, and I am even more disgusted when I think of Zhou Xiaosheng's previous attitude, "If I have the opportunity to go to the capital to see his legs, I have an acquaintance. And don't worry, I will definitely be a good brother with Zhou Xiaosheng in the future, and I will take him with me when the time comes.
Come to see you in person."
Lao Gao stayed with me until late at night.
At three o'clock in the morning, he couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep.
And at this time.
In the abandoned No. 2 Cotton and Linen Factory 30 kilometers away, Xiaolong was hiding in a corner, listening to Wang Dongyue, who was paralyzed on the dilapidated cement floor upstairs, crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf.
"Sister! Aunt! Female Bodhisattva! Let me go, I'm just bragging, I have no money at all!"
"Where do I have 50,000 yuan? There are so many households worth 10,000 yuan now! My brother named Yu Tian has no money, and it's useless for you to call him! I'm just a small businessman, and we are all locals.
Please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"
"Brother! Stop fighting, I was wrong! I shouldn't have been tempted by your wife, and I shouldn't have slept with her! Oops, ouch... No, I shouldn't have forced her..."
I begged for mercy repeatedly, with tears and runny nose running down my face.
But the strong man sitting opposite him didn't listen at all.
His eyes froze.
A big wave of his hand.
He ordered the other two younger brothers standing beside him, "Go and teach him a lesson! Damn it, is it okay to sleep with my wife? Tell you! I know that brother of yours is the big boss in Beijing.
, there is plenty of money, there is no shortage of money at all, 50,000 is nothing to him! You are still so damn stubborn, see if I stop talking to you!"
The words fell.
The two boys took turns coming up with sticks and beating him hard.
Wang Dongyue tightly protected his head, squinted his eyes and continued to beg for mercy from the woman next to the strong man, "Sister Yangyang, I was wrong! You are my sister, can't you? How sweet we are when we are in bed, can you bear to see it?
Touch me...oh, shit...ah..."
The woman named Yangyang is in her thirties.
Don't say it yet.
What a taste.
She had wavy hair and wore black stockings and high heels.
It has the style of a working woman in the 21st century.
but.
These costumes were all learned in Hong Kong movies.
"I bother!"
Yangyang spat, "Back then, I had to compromise because I was afraid that you would hurt me! Wang, let me tell you, if they didn't come, I would definitely kill you!"
How sweet you were in bed, how cruel you are now.
Wang Dongyue regretted his mistake.
I hate myself for discovering the clues in the first place, so why do I still have to be so obsessed with luck?
Think back to that day.
As soon as he entered the house, he found that there was a strong smell of cigarette smoke and men's smelly socks.
This is completely inconsistent with what Yangyang said about living alone.
But the bad thing is that the mind is obsessed with sex.
After he thought about it, he ran away and left.
How to know.
People have long been targeting him.
Wang Dongyue is now two heads tall.
There is so much bitterness that cannot be poured out.
The heart speaks.
Brother, please don't come to save me! These guys have changed their targets now and want to get a lot of money from you!
If they dare to ask for fifty thousand, they dare to ask for one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand!
With your bad temper, if the negotiation fails and you make others angry, I can't imagine the consequences!
"I really have no money! He doesn't have any money either! Even if he could get 50,000 yuan, he would still be desperate to borrow it!"
Wang Dongyue continued to cry about poverty.
"Pooh!"
Yangyang spat again, "You have no money? Didn't you say so yourself? What kind of southern manager are you? You said yourself that you have dividends in Spring City and can earn more than ten or two hundred thousand a year! When you come back this time,
Didn’t you buy a dozen more private houses? In addition to the two houses you bought before, you are almost a landlord now, and you still dare to say you have no money!"
"I..."
Wang Dongyue was speechless.
He rolled his eyes, uttered an ouch, and fell to the ground, pretending to be dead.
"Take him aside, tie him up, and watch him!"
The strong man gave the order, then went downstairs with the woman in his arms, found a broken straw mat in the dilapidated factory building, and lay down on it to rest.