Drama Training Camp

    Ye Xijin quickly found a sublet shop, found a small shop on the roadside and called by phone.

    The landlord came quickly, and saw their mother and son, old and young, and was stunned for a while.

    Ye Xi went to work after graduating from high school in her previous life. In addition to supporting herself, she could send some money back to the orphanage from time to time.

    The landlord originally looked at him as a high school student and looked down on him, but when you come and go, he is a little more cautious.

    In the end, the two agreed on the price of the rent, and Ye Xijin bargained for the price, which was 200 yuan less than the landlord's initial quotation.

    "Come on, Xiaoye, contact me later." After Zhang Jianguo finished speaking, he patted Ye Xijin on the shoulder.

    Zhang Jianguo looked at Ye Xijin, and the more he looked at it, the more he admired it. This kid was articulate and calm, and what surprised him even more was that Ye Xijin was still a high school student, and the two signed the contract. The rental contract was handwritten by Ye Xijin himself, and the rules were very clear. Zhang Jianguo couldn't find anything wrong.

    "Thank you, Uncle Zhang, when our store opens and treats guests at that time, you must appreciate your face!" Ye Xijin said with a smile, just learned from the conversation that this store is Zhang Jianguo's own, Ye Xijin already had an idea in mind to put this shop down.

    "Zhi." A familiar electric sound.

    "Broken people set a warning, the host is cheering up~" 149 said cheerfully.

    Ye Xijin's body trembled slightly, her whole body was numb, because she didn't dare to show it in front of others, she secretly guessed that maybe she shouldn't laugh.

    Zhang Jianguo didn't notice anything unusual. Hearing what Ye Xijin said, he felt relieved and answered happily.

    This world is similar to the development trend of Ye Xi's previous life, so he feels that the house will not fall in the next ten years at least.

    When she went out in the morning, Ye Xijin asked Wang Cuihua to bring her passbook. She thought she might not be able to use it. When he pushed to withdraw the money, his expression was still a little dazed.

    Looking at the slightly dilapidated facade, Wang Cuihua felt like a dream, pulling Xie Jiashu and asking, "Son, we rent it now?"

    Ye Xijin nodded and pushed his mother into the house. The front room is about 40 square meters, with water, electricity, kitchen, and complete tables and chairs.

      , I happened to meet the mother and son of the Ye family. This was originally a small restaurant. Zhang Jianguo didn't bother to ask for those tables and chairs, so he said they would sell them to Ye Xijin at a low price.

    "Mom, take your ID card with you tomorrow, we'll go to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to get a business license." Ye Xijin said.

    Wang Cuihua was a little reluctant, "What kind of license does this small shop need? You have a lot of things to do. Your elder brother-in-law doesn't have a license, so the shop is still running well?"

    Ye Xijin's brother-in-law opened a small shop next to the primary school in the county town, relying on the primary school, business is booming.

      , It is estimated that people in small places do not have the awareness of applying for business licenses. The two have eaten egg fried rice from so many restaurants, and they have not seen any business licenses hanging on the wall.

    "No, those officials will be skinned."

    Seeing that Ye Xi couldn't persuade her, she pouted and said fiercely, "If you don't get a business license, don't open this store."

    Wang Cuihua didn't know what happened to her son. After being beaten, her whole person changed. She had to get involved in everything at home, but she was stubborn and stubborn. , he will be angry with you.

    Wang Cuihua is not afraid of her son being fierce, but she just doesn't want to see her good son angry.

    "It's up to you, let's say first, if it costs a lot of money, then don't do anything." Wang Cuihua loves her son, but she loves money more.

    It happened to be a working day, Ye Xijin went to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to ask about the procedures, the little girl over there saw that he was good-looking, and explained the procedure to him in a good voice. Xijin asked the landlord Zhang Jianguo for a copy of the real estate certificate.

    Wang Cuihua didn't even eat breakfast the next morning, so Ye Xijin took her to the hospital for a physical examination.

    Wang Cuihua kept talking about what to do with this unjust money.

    Ye Xijin took the test results, but she was a little dignified. Wang Cuihua, who had been talking about it, suddenly panicked, pulled him and asked, "What's wrong, what's wrong with me?"

    Ye Xijin frowned and said nothing.

    Wang Cuihua panicked even more, tears were about to come out, "My dear, does Mom have a terminal illness?"

    Ye Xijin shook his head.

    "Stop coaxing me, if you really have a terminal illness, don't treat it. I'm sorry I haven't seen you go to college and marry a wife."

    Ye Xijin looked at Wang Cuihua's tears as if she didn't want money, and fell down, Ye Xijin also knew that she had gone too far, and pointed to the medical examination sheet to show Wang Cuihua," the doctor said You have some stomach problems."

    Wang Cuihua's eyes widened, the tears stuck on her old face, she couldn't let it go, it looked a bit funny.

    "When I go out to study, you have to have a physical examination once a year." Ye Xijin said fiercely, the physical examination can be used to obtain a health certificate, and the health certificate must be changed every year, so if Wang Cuihua's body If there is a problem, it can be found in time.

    "What do I do with this money, am I fine?" Wang Cuihua muttered.

    Ye Xijin still had a stern face, "The doctor said that your diet is irregular, but luckily you found out early, if it's too late, do you still want to drink wife's tea!"

    Although Wang Cuihua was distressed about money, she felt very at ease seeing Ye Xijin's fierce face and caring words.

    Wang Cuihua had a bad stomach, and Ye Xijin probably guessed the reason. Ye Zhaodi was studying in the county town. This caused stomach upset. And he thought of what 149 said, that Wang Cuihua was killed by the original owner after she got sick, and guessed that most of her illness should be in the stomach.

    The little girl at the Industry and Commerce Bureau saw that Ye Xijin had completed the materials so quickly, so she was not too embarrassed, and quickly got the license.

    It cost a lot of money to renovate the house and rent a shop for six months. Can't wait to open.

    Other restaurants sell fried rice for 3 yuan, and Ye’s family sells it for 4 yuan. At this time, there are not many pedestrians in the snack street, and there are not many restaurants in the snack street.

    A morning passed, except for the two who asked the price, no one else entered the store. The two who asked the price saw that there was only one egg fried rice on the wall, and the price was a piece more expensive than other stores Money, just turn around and leave.

    Wang Cuihua's excitement and anticipation from the beginning gradually became depressed.

     Ye Xijin smiled when she saw her like this. Wang Cuihua was fifty years old this year. Because of her long-term hard work, her whole face was very old. The chair was wiped over and over again by her, and the original oil stains on it were bit by bit removed.

    Seeing that it was noon, Ye Xijin put down the review materials in his hand, got up and walked to the stove.

    "What are you doing?" Wang Cuihua asked.

    "There are no guests, don't we have dinner yet?" Ye Xijin asked rhetorically.

    Wang Cuihua listened and sighed, "I shouldn't have listened to you. No matter what store you open, your wife has already lost it."

    Ye Xijin didn't talk to him, and quickly fried a large portion of egg fried rice out of the pot, took out a large bowl of soup, and put the golden egg fried rice in it.

    "I'll go out." After Ye Xijin finished speaking, he took the bowl of egg fried rice and walked out.

    "Where are you going?" Wang Cuihua was anxious.

    "For Uncle Zhang."

    Wang Cuihua patted her thigh and scolded "blind money".

    Ye Xijin ignored her. Zhang Jianguo lived on the second floor, but he had to go around the back of the street to climb up. Knocked on the door.

    It was a familiar face who opened the door.

    "Ye Xijin?" Zhang Zhiyuan exclaimed.

    Ye Xijin recalled for a while, but did not expect it to be so coincidental, it was his classmate who opened the door.

    "Xiaoyuan, who is outside?" Zhang Jianguo's inquiry sounded in the room.

    "Uncle Zhang, it's me, Xiaoye!" Ye Xijin shouted.

    "Little Ye, come in quickly!" Zhang Jianguo saw that Ye Xijin was very happy, and hurriedly dragged him in.

    "Uncle Zhang, my shop is open today, and the shop does not sell anything else, but sells egg fried rice. You and Zhiyuan will try it." Ye Xijin lifted the lid of the egg fried rice.

    Zhang Zhiyuan smelled the faint fragrance just now, when the lid was lifted, the fragrance was tangy, and he couldn't help swallowing.

    "Why is this so embarrassing? You are too polite." Zhang Jianguo thought he was saying it casually, but he didn't expect this kid to be so sincere.

    "Uncle Zhang takes so much care of us, it's all right." Ye Xijin said sincerely.

    Zhang Jianguo felt relieved when he heard this, took the big bowl and asked, "How is the business in the store today?"

    "There are not many people at this time, maybe it will be better when school starts."

    Zhang Jianguo saw that Ye Xijin's face was as usual, but he didn't lose his expression, and patted him on the shoulder, "You guys are good at craftsmanship, so don't worry about business failure."

    Zhang Jianguo's nose was lingering with the seductive fragrance, he secretly swallowed his saliva, and swallowed the original suggestion to sell more varieties.

    When Ye Xijin returned to the store, there was still no customer.

    Wang Cuihua was a little unhappy, and kept mumbling, "No one came, so you still give it away for free? When will you be able to get your money back?"

    Ye Xijin didn't answer, and then fried a pot of egg fried rice. Wang Cuihua smelled the fragrance and pressed the complaint in her heart.

    "Son, do you know Xiaoye?" Zhang Jianguo took a sip, his eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled it up.

    "I know, he's in the same class as me." Zhang Zhiyuan was also a little hungry. He originally wanted to find some pickles to go with, but seeing Zhang Jianguo's delicious food, he couldn't help but taste it One sip, and then you can't stop.

    "Little Ye is good, you can talk to him more in the future." Zhang Jianguo said vaguely.

    Zhang Zhiyuan didn't speak. After eating the fried rice with egg, father and son slumped on the sofa together. Only then did he tell Zhang Jianguo that Ye Xijin was actually a rascal.

    Zhang Jianguo remembered Ye Xijin's white and tender appearance, and couldn't be associated with the little gangster at all. Hearing this, he patted his son's head, "You kid won't be coaxing me. Bar?"

     "Why am I lying to you? Believe it or not!" Zhang Zhiyuan said angrily.

    Seeing that his son was about to get up after speaking, Zhang Jianguo grabbed him, "Little bastard, go wash the dishes, don't try to escape!"

    The author has something to say:  In the past, the business license was issued by the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and the food certificate was issued by the Food and Drug Administration. Medicines are combined. I take it here that these certificates are all handled by the Industrial and Commercial Family.

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