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Take Wangjing City as an example. The house price in the city center is now only 1000 yuan per square meter, and you can buy a house with 10 yuan.

Song Xiaoran earned the equivalent of 3 houses in 7 months. Calculating this, it is really a lot.

Song Xiaoran roughly calculated, "When these franchise stores open, our income should be doubled immediately. In this case, by the end of December, the money we can use should be more than two million!"

Zhao Shaokang nodded with emotion. He originally thought that contracting a department store was a dream, but now it seems that the funds should be enough.

Song Xiaoran said with a smile: "Since we have overfulfilled the task and have so much money, I think we should change our plan."

The corner of Zhao Shaokang's mouth curled up: "What other ideas do you have?"

Song Xiaoran chuckled: "I remember that department store has four floors. What do you think, we wrap it up?"

Zhao Shaokang's eyes widened: "Watch them all? How can you sell so many clothes?"

In fact, he has almost forgotten now. The original intention of contracting the department store was that the clothes stall business was not easy to do in winter, so it was better to change stores. Since he was changing stores, it was better to dream about it in one step.

Now that the weather has turned cooler, the night market is becoming less and less popular day by day.

The clothing stall has been completely left to the uncle and aunt, and she is not as concerned about it as her sister Xinxin. She even asked to check the accounts of the clothing stall's purchases and shipments at five o'clock the next day.

Song Xiaoran poked him: "Idiot, whose department store only sells clothes. We can..."

She was about to speak when suddenly the phone in the office rang.

The two stopped chatting first, and Zhao Shaokang picked up the phone:

"Hello...oh, it's uncle. Hello, uncle."

"Ok?"

"Ok!"

"Ah."

"Okay, got it, that's it."

Zhao Shaokang put down the phone and stared at Song Xiaoran blankly, motionless and silent.

"What's wrong, don't scare me." Song Xiaoran quickly came to Zhao Shaokang and grabbed his arm.

Zhao Shaokang moved, and actually picked up Song Xiaoran's waist next to him, turned her around a few times, and placed her on the table.

"What are you doing!"

Song Xiaoran blushed, ashamed and annoyed, and patted him hard on the shoulder, "Are you crazy? What stimulated you?"

Zhao Shaokang smiled slightly: "Xiao Ran, we are really prosperous this time."

Song Xiaoran looked puzzled: "Huh? What's going on?"

Zhao Shaokang's face flushed with excitement: "My uncle called and said that the logistics center has been decided."

"Where is the address?" Song Xiaoran looked at the excited Zhao Shaokang and had a vague guess in his heart, "Not in Liujiazhuang?"

Zhao Shaokang's smile was even more unrestrained: "Not in Liujiazhuang, but finally settled in Dawangzhuang in the western suburbs."

Song Xiaoran was stunned and murmured: "I admit that I was gambling at the beginning, but now, our wasteland has become a school district room?"

Although Zhao Shaokang didn't quite understand what a school district room was, it didn't stop him from understanding what Song Xiaoran meant: "I'll notify Lao Xing to come over..." Half an hour later, Lao Xing came over.

Lao Xing is in his forties this year, about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender face and a scar on his forehead. It is already late October, the temperature is only a few degrees, but he is only wearing a black T-shirt on his upper body. There was a gold chain hanging around his neck, and the watch on his hand was also shining with gold.

When Lao Xing saw Zhao Shaokang, he hugged his shoulders and spoke in a loud voice: "Brother Xiaokang, why are you calling me over so soon? This beautiful girl is my sister-in-law!"

Song Xiaoran was instinctively frightened when she saw Lao Xing, who looked like an elder brother but not a businessman. She didn't care what he said and hid slightly behind Zhao Shaokang: "Hello... hello."

Zhao Shaokang smiled and whispered to Song Xiaoran: "Don't be deceived by his appearance. He is a businessman through and through. When I asked him to approve clothes, I would give you every penny.

He just likes to keep fit, and he can actually run faster than a rabbit in a fight. Look at his scar, which he got from running into a corner when he was a child. "

Lao Xing didn't take it seriously when he saw Zhao Shaokang dismantling his old bottom. He raised his head and shook the gold watch on his hand. The gold chain on his body rang with the sound: "I am so rich now. I will be fine if I eat enough." What kind of fight are you going to have?"

Phew, that’s true.

When Song Xiaoran looked at Lao Xing again, not only was he no longer afraid, he just felt that the appearance was quite joyful.

Lao Xing sat on his chair with a straight face, looking at the furnishings in the office, and couldn't help but make a look of contempt:

"Your office is too shabby. Now that you are making so much money, you have to keep up with your taste. You also have to hang up a whole set of famous calligraphy and paintings on horses, shrimps, etc. to make it a classier one. Don't follow the nouveau riche. Same."

As he said that, he showed the big brother around his waist and patted it gently.

Zhao Shaokang didn't pay attention to this, and just said quietly: "Dawangzhuang in the western suburbs."

When Lao Xing heard this, he was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Are you sure?"

Zhao Shaokang nodded.

Lao Xing's expression became extremely serious in an instant. He was a completely different person than when he first entered the door:

"Then congratulations to you, Brother Xiaokang. Don't worry, I will do whatever is written in the contract. I will take what I am supposed to take, not a penny less. I will not take a cent of what I am not supposed to take."

As he said that, he stood up and gave a thumbs up to Zhao Shaokang: "Brother, you are awesome. Brother, I am convinced that I lost this time. I will give you what you want when I get back."

After saying this, he stood up and left. When he walked to the door, he looked at Zhao Shaokang and his expression returned to the same as when he entered: "Brother Xiaokang, your office door is not good, it is made of miscellaneous wood. My place is all made of redwood." Furniture, you know? Taste!"

After that, he walked out of the office shaking his head.

"Lao Xing is really interesting."

Song Xiaoran said with a smile.

Zhao Shaokang nodded: "People who can make a fortune from scratch always have two brushes. Don't look at Lao Xing who dresses like a gangster and looks like a rich man all day long. Those are all masks. This man is very shrewd and important. In terms of reputation, 4% of the entire clothing wholesale in Wangjing City must be taken from him. We often come to him to purchase goods."

"Wow, what a clothing tycoon! Amazing!"

Song Xiaoran asked curiously, "How did you sign the contract with him?"

Zhao Shaokang smiled and said: "On the surface, he was responsible for taking over the wasteland in Dawangzhuang. Secretly, we invested 100%, and all the profits are ours."

Song Xiaoran said in surprise: "Zhao Shaokang, you are ruthless enough. You found an agent even if you didn't pay the dime. Not to mention sharing it, you didn't pay the salary?!"

The corner of Zhao Shaokang's mouth curled up: "But he has gained a reputation. In the shopping mall, sometimes reputation is more important than money. Without reputation, he is still a second-rate dealer no matter how rich he is. Now he can go to the table to discuss business with those big shots. Money can’t buy this kind of connections.”

(End of this chapter)