The location of Fa Kee is great, and the storefront is spacious enough. The two-story establishment is quite broad, allowing for the placement of thirty to forty tables on just the first floor; it’s an old restaurant that has operated for many years.
If one could take it over, with a bit of renovation and the brand I have now, wouldn’t it be possible to get the business going?
As Cheng Su pondered this, she felt increasingly convinced it was feasible.
Old Song became a bit excited after hearing this, but after his excitement faded, a sense of reality set in. He said, "Well, if you want to take over Fa Kee, that’s going to require a significant amount of capital."
Such a large restaurant, along with all the facilities inside, while great to purchase all together as they could be reused, which would save a lot of hassle, also required a substantial amount of capital to acquire.
Cheng Su frowned at this revelation. She had been excited but had not yet considered this aspect.
Not only does doing business require capital investment, but it also necessitates operational cash flow. Cheng Su was now a successful businesswoman, seen by many as wealthy.
But that money wasn’t at hand; it was tied up in cash flow!
Especially since the shop at the train station had only recently opened. The good thing was there was no rent to pay there, but the operational expenses could reach thousands, if not, then certainly a few hundred.
The cash in hand she had, which had taken quite some effort to accumulate, amounted to ten thousand, and now only around seven or eight thousand remained.
Seven or eight thousand in capital wouldn’t even be enough to buy one floor, would it?
Cheng Su felt somewhat embarrassed. It was like the saying, "Even a clever housewife can’t cook without rice." She wanted the restaurant, but she didn’t have the money!
"Uh, if Fa Kee was to be sold, I wonder how much they would want for it?" Cheng Su asked, trying to laugh it off.
"With the number of people affected by the food poisoning incident being not small and the compensation required being significant, if they wanted to sell quickly, it probably wouldn’t be too much. Should I go and ask?" Old Song proposed.
Cheng Su thought it over and said, "Would it trouble you? You rejected him before; he might still bear a grudge. I can have someone else inquire about it." Old Song felt touched by her concern and said, "It’s okay, no one knows the ins and outs of Fa Kee better than I do. I’ll ask. I can probably negotiate the lowest possible price."
That made sense.
"Then I’ll trouble you to make the trip. However, if Liao Shifa really tries to play tough, don’t be courteous with him. Joy Soon Loy isn’t dependent on them. With County Chief Ying pushing hard for the development of Qing City, if we can get a piece of land, we could build our own place, as many floors as we like, which would be even better," Cheng Su stated.
Knowing she was worried about him possibly getting ill-treated, Old Song agreed with a smile.
After conversing a bit longer, Old Song went off to busily attend to his tasks, while Cheng Su stayed to go over the accounts with Li Dan.
By eleven o’clock, the restaurant began to bustle, with people coming in steadily to purchase and eat meals. Some were individual orders; when they couldn’t handle all the orders, Cheng Su herself stepped up to help take them.
As soon as Chiang Tian walked into the restaurant, he surveyed the place. Not bad at all—this rundown spot, this small restaurant, was doing quite a good business.
"Old Song, baked chicken gizzards for table eight, add more cilantro," a female voice drew Chiang Tian’s attention.
The woman was donning a ponytail, tall and slender, wearing a pink light sweater and slim-fit jeans—a style he hadn’t seen before, quite nice looking, making her legs appear slim and lengthy, perfect for resting on one’s... Below, she wore a pair of grey ankle boots that matched her outfit.
Her appearance wasn’t dazzlingly beautiful, but her complexion was fair, her mouth slightly curved in a smile that made her looked comfortable to be around.
Is that her? Cheng Su, the person who’s been keeping his sister awake at night, wasn’t some sort of magical creature with three heads and six arms—what special charm did she have to hold a man’s constant grip?
Chiang Tian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he made his way toward her.