The god-fortune boss wears an early-dead female supporting role in the chronology

Hearing Wu Chuanqin's words, Qiao Guilin also sighed, obviously worried.

Qiao Muyue comforted: "Don't worry, even if the steamed buns are the same, our steamed stuffed buns can still lose to the other party? And we have regular customers to support us!"

Wu Chuanqin's complexion improved a lot when he heard the words. The steamed stuffed buns in their house are indeed better than others'. I don't know if it's because of her good craftsmanship and good seasoning. With the same ingredients and seasonings, the buns she makes are better than others'.

Many customers said this before, at first she thought it was the customers who were cheering and saying good things, but after talking too much, she became a little suspicious, so she went to the next street and bought a few steamed buns from a steamed stuffed bun shop, and they tasted better than hers. Much worse.

The meat buns are not as tender as hers, and the vegetable buns are not as refreshing as hers, so their business has been very good.

And because of the shop smashing and being accused of having rats last time, people from the Industry and Commerce Bureau and the Health Bureau took the lead in buying buns, and the mall posted a special notice explaining it, and some onlookers publicized it everywhere, which made the business more lively recently.

Thinking of this, Wu Chuanqin felt a little relieved.

Qiao Muyue comforted her parents a few words, then looked at her father who was cleaning the table, stepped forward and asked tentatively, "Dad!"

Qiao Guilin turned around and saw his daughter looking at him nervously, he was a little surprised, put down the rag and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Muyue thought for a while, and prepared to ask in a roundabout way: "The bun shop is so busy, and the land at home is also busy, can you stop working at the timber factory?"

Hu Lingling's threat made Qiao Muyue have to think about this, and she didn't approve of her father working as a temporary worker in the timber factory all the time, it was too hard and tiring, and there was no benefit at all.

Qiao Guilin sat down, and then sighed: "Actually, your father and I also know that the steamed stuffed bun shop is doing a good job, and the daily income is equal to my monthly salary at the timber factory, but anyway, the timber factory is an iron rice bowl. The shop might not be able to open one day..."

Qiao Muyue has a headache. This concept of iron rice bowl has been deeply ingrained in the thinking of parents and the older generation. Before Liu Xiaoqin’s parents also thought that the number of regular workers in the timber factory was an iron rice bowl. They hoped that Liu Xiaoqin would inherit it. Mu Yue and Liu Xiaoqin worked hard to persuade them to sell this quota, but it was because Liu Xiaoqin's second uncle had been coveting this quota, and her father simply sold it.

But it was difficult for her father to make sense, and she tried to persuade them many times, but they still couldn't get rid of their idea of ​​an iron rice bowl.

Qiao Muyue didn’t remember if it was mentioned in the original book when the timber factory closed down, the workers were laid off, and their jobs were not guaranteed, but in her impression, this kind of thing should happen soon, because it is a historical necessity , but it hasn't happened yet, and she can't convince her father.

Looking at her father's attitude, Qiao Muyue knew that persuasion was useless, so why not see what Hu Lingling would do first. To be honest, if Hu Lingling could get her father fired, Qiao Muyue would actually be happy to see it, because Timber They really look down on the temporary workers in the factory.

Qiao Muyue couldn't persuade her, and she wasn't going to persuade her any more. From the corner of her eye, she happened to see Manager Yang passing by the door of the store. She frowned, then got up and walked out.

Sure enough, he saw Manager Yang looking towards her not far away. After seeing her, Manager Yang gestured with his eyes, and then walked into a small alley next to the pedestrian street.

Qiao Muyue looked around, but no one noticed her, so she quickly walked over and entered the alley.

Sure enough, Manager Yang was already waiting in the alley. After seeing Qiao Muyue, Manager Yang walked over with a smile: "Miss Qiao!"

Qiao Muyue took a few steps forward: "Manager Yang?"

Manager Yang took out a folded document from his pocket: "This is the contract signed between Wu's family and our shopping mall. The shop is right across from you!"

Qiao Muyue was taken aback: "My grandfather's house?"

Manager Yang nodded: "I'm very sorry! The people below don't know about your situation, so let's decide on our own!"

As he spoke, he handed the contract to Qiao Muyue. Qiao Muyue took the contract and saw the signature on it. It was the name of the grandfather, and the signing period was three years.

Manager Yang took out another document: "This is the sales contract for this store, and it has been transferred to your name, Ms. Qiao!"

When Manager Yang learned that the shop was rented by the Wu family, he was taken aback. He was afraid of offending Ms. Qiao, who even the boss was afraid of, so he called the boss directly, and the boss asked him to transfer the shop to Qiao Muyue. under the name.

When Qiao Muyue heard Manager Yang's words, she was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then realized that it was obviously not Manager Yang's decision to be able to buy and sell stores, and it should be Song Wanwan who spoke.

She took over the contract, which had changed the owner of the shop to her name, and registered with the Housing Authority.

"The boss said that this shop has been given to Ms. Qiao, and Ms. Qiao can do whatever she wants, even letting them go out of business!"

Manager Yang said.

Qiao Muyue shook her head, "If they want to open a bun shop, they can open it. If they don't fulfill the contract with them, they have to pay them money, so let them open a bun shop. Let's see if their bun shop can make money... "

Manager Yang doesn't care how Qiao Muyue handles the Wu family's shop, he only depends on whether Qiao Muyue is angry, and seeing that the other party's face is okay now, it is obvious that this matter is over.

"Is there nothing wrong with Miss Qiao? Tell me, I'll go back first!"

Qiao Muyue nodded: "I'm sorry, Manager Yang!"

Manager Yang hurriedly said he was polite, and then exited the alley.

Qiao Muyue collected the real estate certificate and rental agreement, and followed her out of the yard.

The bun shop was still open in the evening, so Qiao Muyue went back first, because classes started now, and Qiao Muyue took the initiative to live in the courtyard in the town. Wu Chuanqin and Qiao Guilin naturally agreed, and the couple also planned to live in the courtyard.

In their words, since they rented a house, they had to live in it, and Qiao Muyue hadn't told them that she bought the courtyard house until now.

When I came to the gate of the courtyard, I saw a familiar person standing at the gate. Qiao Muyue took a closer look and saw that it was an old horse.

There were several cigarette butts under the old horse's feet. It was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time. Qiao Muyue took a few steps quickly: "Uncle Ma, why are you here?"

She is still grateful to Lao Ma, and it was through Lao Ma that Wen Qiang was found in Shenzhen City. Although Song Yuzhi and the others rescued her brother in the end, Wen Qiang did do her part.

If she hadn't seen Wen Qiang, Grandma Wu would be in danger, and Tang Zewen must be responsible for the protection work behind her brother, so all of this was also done by Lao Ma.

When the old horse saw Qiao Muyue, he immediately laughed: "Miss Qiao! You are back!"

Qiao Muyue stepped forward to open the door: "Let's go in and talk!"