Hong Yanwu was 100% relieved that the house in the old mansion was handed over to Mr. Shan.
But later on, there was an unexpected twist in the old shop.
That was the sales manager of the "Beijing Hongqi Factory", who was crying and clamoring to rent the Hong family's old shop again.
Unfortunately, after they moved out in a hurry, they couldn't find a suitable business place. After wandering around, they had to find it again.
In fact, to be honest, Hong Yanwu didn't want to rent the house to them at all.
Yes! He claimed to his family that he would rent out two old shops and use the rent to repair the house. But that was just a cover to reassure his family.
Oh, could it be that just for the thousands of dollars a year in rent, he really went to the housing management office to register?
Again, he has an income of tens of thousands a month, but he still thinks about how to spend it every day. How can he care about that little money? Why bother looking for peas in the quail crop, or the fat in the abdomen of mosquitoes?
On the contrary, if he is greedy for small profits, even if he pays taxes legally, in the eyes of others in this era, it will undoubtedly become a new crime of "getting something for nothing".
Although no one will hold any more "criticism meetings" for this, it is always inevitable that "a big tree attracts the wind".
If nothing else, someone must be suffering from "pink eye", right? If a bunch of people have nothing every day and arrange their own family affairs arbitrarily, it will be awkward for everyone.
What's more, those who spend money to rent shophouses are also public entities. If there is any conflict between the owner and the lessee, it can easily become the fault of the owner.
Also, as the saying goes, "It's easy to invite gods, but hard to send them away." He would like to reopen his old shop in the future to give his father some comfort. It would be troublesome if they refused to leave by then.
So, why bother? Hong Yanwu simply planned to spend his own money to repair the house, and had no intention of renting it out.
However, despite this, the "Beijing Hongqi Factory" can be found this time, and it is not without reliance. Hong Yanwu really has to give this face.
Why?
Because Hong Yanwu's sister-in-law was a female worker in the printing and dyeing workshop of the "Beijing Hongqi Factory". The sales department manager found out about this relationship from somewhere. He consulted the factory leaders and asked Xu Manli to help the family.
Don’t you understand what this means?
So Hong Yanzheng explained the situation, and Hong Yanwu didn't put his eldest brother and sister-in-law in any embarrassment. He quickly went to the housing management office with the manager of the sales department of Hongqi Factory to go through the procedures.
They even went so far as to follow the national policy and at a lower price than before, one yuan per square meter, and handed over the old "Yanmeizhai" shop originally rented by the "Hongqi Factory Sales Department" to them.
This made both the leaders of Hongqi Factory and the sales department manager look bad.
You should know that when the "Beijing Hongqi Factory" was established after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was the merger of several dyeing houses run by Shanxi businessmen.
In fact, in this factory, most of the factory directors and employees are from the poorest places in Shanxi. Xu Manli was able to hire people to work in the factory because of her family's native place in Shanxi.
Those "Old Westerners" are used to living a hard life.
Whether it's your own or the government's, you really treat your money as money. It's rare to see fine grains in factory cafeterias, and even stir-fry dishes are rare. Just like the custom in my hometown, all kinds of multi-grain pasta, spicy peppers, mature vinegar, and pickled vegetables are used.
He must be thinking that he is taking a huge advantage and picking up gold ingots.
However, the Hong family did not suffer too much. The shrewd Hong Yanwu did not forget to provide additional conditions in exchange.
One is that he requires both parties to register and sign at the housing management office, agreeing that the house can only be rented for a limited number of years. The Hong family will definitely take it back in about six or seven years, and if the time comes to vacate the house, don't be reluctant to move out.
The second is that he made it clear that his sister-in-law's treatment in the factory must be changed, and she can no longer suffer hardships in the printing and dyeing workshop. Their family used to be in the "Black Category Five", but it is different now.
You have to adjust the ingredients.
So Xu Manli was transferred to the design room by the factory leaders to sit in the office. Her future job was to be responsible for the matching of ingredients in the printing and dyeing workshop.
It is certainly much easier than being choked, smoked, moved, and transported in the workshop. Just before starting the machine for printing and dyeing, just set the dye ratio according to the drawing requirements.
Although it is occasionally necessary to go to the workshop to supervise, "toxic work" has not been completely eliminated. But there is nothing that can be done. After all, Xu Manli has been in the printing and dyeing workshop since she entered the factory as an apprentice, and she does not know other jobs.
Anyway, this incident made Hongqi Factory very happy in the end. Xu Manli was quite contented, her eldest brother was quite satisfied, and her parents felt more at ease about the house repair. So hello, me, hello, everyone, Hong Yanwu just pinched his nose and acknowledged.
Already.
However, another old shop, "Yanmei Building", Hong Yanwu was not willing to rent it out easily no matter what. He wanted to keep it for his own use.
It was a small courtyard formed by three small buildings, covering an area of 400 square meters.
The sporting goods company that originally rented him used the first floor as a counter, and the second floor was reserved for the north side as an office area. The west and east buildings were both stock warehouses. The space was not only very practical, but also had no fire hazards.
There is a street just outside the courtyard gate, so it is convenient to carry things. Once the courtyard door is closed, no one can see what is inside. It is perfect for enlarging household items.
With it, Hong Yanwu has the conditions to do something he has been thinking about for a long time - collect hardwood furniture!
Where to collect it?
Or the entrustment store of the trust company.
I have to say that trust stores are really good places these days. Not only do they have a lot of treasures, but they are also organized into categories for you in a very professional way.
At least there is a trust store on the east side of Caishikou in Xuanwu District. It covers an area of 100 square meters and is almost entirely filled with old-fashioned furniture. Old tables, old chairs, old cabinets, and old dressing tables.
These things were either those that the owner took the initiative to transfer at a low price during the "Destroying the Four Olds" period. They were also "copied materials" that were actively sent to trust stores by various "revolutionary organizations" at that time in exchange for "revolutionary funds."
In addition, there is the trust company itself, which has long-term purchases from other places, taps potential from government agencies and groups, and acquires disposal items from overseas Chinese and embassies.
Of course, among the furniture for sale, there are some writing desks, large wardrobes, double beds and so on.
However, such "simple" furniture not only conforms to contemporary people's aesthetics, but also saves space and is affordable, so it can be bought by customers quickly.
Relatively speaking, gorgeous old-fashioned furniture takes up less space, because most of it is made of hardwood, and the price is higher.
In the social environment that called for "diligence and frugality" at that time, it was naturally regarded as a "flashy and outdated thing".
This view is actually very common. Even Hong Yanzheng, a carpenter with a good master, honestly doesn’t pay much attention to classical furniture.
Therefore, it was very appropriate for Hong Yanwu to come to the trust store to buy furniture. Just pick hardwood and buy it. That was not picking up the slack at all, but an open bargain hunting.
For example, on the day he came to Caishikou Trust Store to buy furniture, when he brought Chen Liquan in, there was an old man staring at the store.
The old man's hair is half white. He is sitting on the armchair covered with gray cloth, smoking the "cannon" he rolled himself. You ignore him and he doesn't even raise his eyelids.
In addition, the furniture was piled up haphazardly and covered with dust. One look at the appearance showed that this was a cold yamen.
Hong Yanwu turned around twice, pointed to a two-meter-long chicken wing wood altar table, and asked.
"Uncle, how much does this thing cost?"
"Sixty-five!" the old man said slowly, without even raising his eyelids.
Two minutes later, Hong Yanwu pointed at a step-bed maza that looked like a huanghuali. "What about this one?"
"Eight and five dollars!" The old man said with a hint of impatience in his tone.
Hong Yanwu then looked at the two rosewood wooden hanging chairs. "Sir, how much does this pair of chairs cost?"
The old man couldn't help but look at him several times, and finally replied in a rather dissatisfied tone. "One hundred and one!"
But Hong Yanwu seemed ignorant of human affairs. Before he finished speaking, he pointed to a set of dismantled canopy beds and asked.
"Is this a complete set? Are there any missing items? What's the price?"
The old man was so anxious now that he almost jumped up. "Hey, boy, why don't you just play cymbals with me for fun? I'm asking here and there, do you want to buy something?"
Hong Yanwu looked innocent. "Buy, buy. I wanted to buy all these things just now, but the price is too expensive. We have to discuss..."
The old man was overjoyed when he heard this. "You still want to buy it? You are not old, and your tone is not small. I am not confused about you. You really want it, have you seen it..."
Saying this, the old man opened the drawer and took out a notebook. "The public purchase price is all in this. How about I sell it to you for five yuan for larger items and two yuan for small items? It's cheap enough.
Come on..."
After saying that, the old man took a leisurely sip of tea and glanced at Hong Yanwu, as if he was sure that he couldn't afford it.
Because in the old man's opinion, no one recognizes these things now. Although they can't be sold at a high price, they still cost several hundred. Especially the canopy bed, the purchase price is only 200. Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan
The two of them were young and could not have the financial resources nor the knowledge.
Hong Yanwu came here to buy something, and of course he didn't want to be angry. He immediately laughed and handed over a cigarette.
"Uncle, don't say that. I don't mean to be angry with you... The price you gave is good. But if we really do this, then you won't be able to explain to me. I feel really sorry.
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Hong Yanwu said good things, but the information is really asymmetrical. Coupled with preconceived prejudices, this is enough to create ambiguous understandings.
Nothing else. To the old man, these words sounded like they were deliberately irritating and clearly a challenge!
You know, people in the capital do have their own characteristics. Although most people in the capital are good at being tolerant, the most annoying thing is when someone acts arrogant and arrogant in front of you.
Not to mention that just throwing a brick in this area can hit the two directors. Just rely on the sense of pride that the household registration system brings to the people of the capital. Now even a rag collector under the imperial city dares to say to you, "Master
"How?"
Yes, we are not leaders, but we have seen officials of all sizes. What’s there! After you leave your yamen, who will piss on you!
So the old man originally took the cigarette. But when he heard this, he threw the cigarette on the table again. Instead, he immediately opened the account book with a groan.
While turning over and over, I muttered in my mouth.
"Boy! You don't want to play tricks on me and just pick up cheap talk, no way... I tell you, don't play with me like this! Your uncle, I keep my word, every spit is a nail...
Look, the canopy bed costs one hundred and eighty-three, the case...forty-six, the pair of chairs seventy-two...the mat is four and a half dollars, the total is...a total of three hundred and five dollars and three, that's pretty neat.
, pay for it, you..."
At this time, Hong Yanwu had no choice but to give Chen Liquan a wink, and asked Quanzi to take out a wad of "Great Unity" from his arms amidst the old man's urging.
Hey, I really want to buy it!
Now the old man was dumbfounded. There was something wonderful about his face. It was as if he had been struck by something evil, and he couldn't even turn his eyes.
But how can he not rely on others? This is his own trouble. It is unreasonable!
Thinking about it again, hey, it’s not okay to go back on your word! Just after you said the harsh words, it’s like slapping yourself in front of the two young people! You can’t lose face as a man, so you should take it!
So I had to grit my teeth, look cold and write out the ticket.
Unexpectedly, Hong Yanwu said it again at this time.
"Uncle, thank you. But I still want to buy something. Do you think you should use a pen to write it down for me, or use a ledger to mark it? Please come over here so that you can see clearly. I want three flowers over there.
Hey, there are two tables there, and all the screens inside, including insert screens, folding screens, and hanging screens. There are two Arhat beds there, right? I want them too! You have quite a lot of stuff here, hehe! There are also top chairs.
, rose chairs, square tables, round tables, square stools, bright grid cabinets, ancient bookshelf, I also do them..."
Seeing Hong Yanwu pointing east and west, Chen Liquan next to him actually took out two more wads of RMB.
Suddenly, the old man felt that his chest was so tight, his heartbeat accelerated, and there was a sudden pain, and he fell softly on the chair.
This time not only my ears were ringing, but my eyes were also blurry.
Later, he felt nothing at all. He only heard Hong Yanwu yelling anxiously.
"Uncle! What's wrong with you ... You ... Are you angry, or are you scared? Don't don't, let's talk about it just now, it's not the price!
It has the final say...Don't scare me! Open your eyes! Oh, it's a sin, you are really my dear uncle...Quanzi, quickly take your saliva and spray him!"
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