Chapter 213: 090: Divorce, then buy the shop! _6
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The two sat at the table, chatting while they ate, “Oh, Yangyang, I forgot to tell you that I bought a house.”
“Is it in Beijing?” Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.
“Yeah.” Mo Qishen nodded, “I plan to keep it as a dowry.”
Ni Yang continued, “Brother Mo, if you really want to keep it as a dowry, I suggest that you should buy a house near Donghucheng River.”
Donghucheng River is located on the Second Ring Road in the future.
In her future memories, houses within the Second Ring Road in Beijing sold for more than tens of thousands of yuan per square meter! Ordinary people couldn’t afford such a house in their lifetime!
But at this time, no one wanted houses within the Second Ring Road! The price per unit was only one hundred yuan per square meter!
It was four or five times cheaper than a commercial property.
Ni Yang also planned to buy several houses along the Second Ring Road once her business started to stabilize.
Mo Qishen laughed, “It looks like I need to work harder to make money! Otherwise, I won’t be able to afford a wife.”
Ni Yang lifted her cup of milk tea towards him, “Let’s work hard together.”
Mo Qishen clinked his cup with hers, “Cheers to that!”
After leaving the noodle restaurant, Mo Qishen rode away on his bicycle, disappearing around the corner.
When he reappeared, he was sitting in the backseat of a high-end car.
“Darning, go to the sales office.”
Wu Darning trembled, “Brother Six, you’re buying another house?”
Hadn’t he bought enough last time?
Mo Qishen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly, “Last time, I bought a house near People’s University. This time, I plan to buy a few near Donghucheng River.”
Finished speaking, Mo Qishen added, “The current house price near Donghucheng River is one hundred yuan per square meter, do you want to buy one too?”
Wu Darning immediately shook his head, “No, no, I’ve already sent my money back to my hometown for my parents to build a new house.”
Wu Darning tentatively asked, “By the way, is this house purchase also your sister-in-law’s idea?”
Mo Qishen slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, “Hmm.”
Wu Darning glanced at Mo Qishen through the rearview mirror.
Why did such a smart man become stupid when he met a young girl?
A moment later, Mo Qishen continued, “The design for the disposable paper cups has been confirmed by your sister-in-law, you can arrange for it to go into production in the next few days, just make sure someone keeps a close eye on it.”
Wu Darning nodded, “Alright.”
At around seven in the evening, Ni Yang started her end-of-day tasks. Zhou Qingshang and Wang Jinfang were cleaning inside, while Ni Yang was cleaning up the trash outside.
As she swept, a few banknotes fell to the ground.
Money falling from the sky?
Ni Yang looked up and saw a middle-aged woman passing by. She quickly picked up the money and caught up, “Auntie, Auntie, wait a moment.” The middle-aged woman stopped, “Young lady, what’s the matter?” “Auntie, did you drop this money?”
The middle-aged woman didn’t immediately reach for the money, but felt in her pocket, then said, “It’s mine, it’s mine! Thank you, young lady!”
“You’re welcome.” Ni Yang handed her the money, “Take care.”
The middle-aged woman took the money, surprised, “Hey, aren’t you the young boss from the noodle restaurant next door?”
Ni Yang gave a slight smile, “My name is Ni Yang, do you know me?”
The middle-aged woman laughed, “I run the stationery shop next door!”
Ni Yang said, “So we are neighbors, would you like to sit for a while at my place?”
When it comes to doing business, maintaining a good relationship with your neighbors is crucial.
The middle-aged woman went on, “Actually, we’re moving out in a few days.
As a matter of fact, we’re selling our shop.”
“Selling?” Ni Yang continued, “Auntie, can I take a look?”
The middle-aged woman nodded, “Sure, young lady, come with me.”
Ni Yang followed the middle-aged woman’s steps, “Auntie, you can just call me Yangyang.”
The two arrived at the shop next door, and the middle-aged woman turned on the lights.
The shop was not very big, only about 20 square meters. There was a counter at the front, and inside there was a small table and a bed.
Through the middle-aged woman’s introduction, Ni Yang learned that her name was Wang Xuemei, 45 years old. She and her husband had been running this stationery shop for seven or eight years. Because their son was living abroad permanently, the old couple planned to sell the shop and go abroad to take care of their son.