The new book of the burning prairie star

"Yang Biao, have you heard?" Shunzi paid the bill and approached Yang Biao with a bowl of iced beer, saying excitedly, "Zhao Si had his right leg broken by another group of thugs in an empty alley yesterday afternoon."

"Oh, that's really satisfying." Yang Biao pretended to be very happy, "Did you catch the person?"

"When the patrol team got there, they saw nothing but Zhao Si and his gang lying on the ground. How could they catch them?"

"I heard that two groups of people were fighting over a beautiful woman. Zhao Si's side had fewer people, so they were beaten horribly by the other group. I heard that the bones in her legs were broken into pieces." Another man who was carrying a bag at the dock also joined the conversation.

"Tsk tsk, that's such a brutal beating. How beautiful must that woman be to have two gangs of thugs fighting over her?" Shunzi was very curious.

"Someone has seen it and said it was this tall, and had eyes this big!" More and more people joined in the topic.

"Wow, a woman this tall and with such big eyes, can she be pretty?" Yang Xiaohua followed the man and gestured that she was so tall and had such big eyes. She doubted how a woman with such a face coupled with these adjectives could possibly be pretty.

Yang Biao watched the woman gesturing. If he guessed according to his description, the woman must be at least 1.85 meters tall, with eyes as big as cow eyes. But Yang Bowen was about 1.75 or 1.76 meters tall, not as tall as the rumors said. No wonder there is a proverb called "listen to rumors and lose the country." It is better not to believe unfounded rumors easily, otherwise you may suffer major losses or mistakes.

The entire county dock was talking about Zhao Si's broken leg, and worrying about whether another group of thugs would cause public outrage in the county in the future. After all, compared with Zhao Si's group of thugs, they were more powerful and had more people.

"Yang Biao, the shop you asked me to find is promising. Do you want to go and take a look?" Yang Biao went to Huanxi Restaurant to deliver wine. When Manager Liu heard the waiter say that Yang Biao was coming, he immediately came out to greet him and said as they walked, "The shop I want to sell belongs to a long-time friend of mine. His surname is Wang. His wife and Chang's wife are from the same hometown. Because his mother misses her hometown, he wants to sell the shop and return home with his family so that his mother can return to her roots."

"Oh," Yang Biao thought for a moment, "Is the store far from here?"

"It's not far, there are just a few shops around here that also sell cloth. Since you're just starting out, there are many supply channels here. You can ask Boss Wang, so you can get cheaper goods in the future." Shopkeeper Liu took Yang Biao out of the restaurant.

Following Manager Liu past five or six shops, we saw a sign that read "Wang's Cloth Shop." The cloth shop not only sold cloth, but also cut, made and sold ready-made clothes, as well as processed and sold cloth.

Processing and selling fabrics? Does that mean you can also dye fabrics? Yang Biao was very happy. When he had free time, he would watch short videos online. He also saw the process of dyeing fabrics. He was very interested at the time and watched it several times, so he still remembers it clearly.

Before anyone even entered the store, Shopkeeper Liu shouted, "Lao Wang... Lao Wang!"

"Can't you call me more quietly?" Then I heard a complaint, "My little granddaughter just fell asleep, and you woke her up with a shout like that."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Shopkeeper Liu apologized quickly, "Bring it here when it wakes up. I like this little thing very much, too!"

"Just wait..." The person disappeared immediately, and after a while, he came out holding a cute little pink baby.

"Little Xianxian, do you still remember Grandpa Liu?" When he saw the child, Shopkeeper Liu smiled instantly and reached out to hold the child. He only had three sons, and none of them had given birth to girls, so he particularly liked little girls. Yang Biao felt that Sichuan people could not change their faces as fast as he did.

Little Xianxian has fair and chubby skin, big eyes, and long eyelashes with little tears. It is obvious that he has been crying. "Oh, little Xianxian, it's all Grandpa Liu's fault that he accidentally raised his voice a little too loud. You must be scared. Next time... Grandpa Liu won't have a next time." Looking at the tears on the baby's face, Shopkeeper Liu felt heartbroken.

"Oh, this is Yang Biao who wants to open a cloth shop." Shopkeeper Liu, who had been hanging out with the little kid for quite a while, finally remembered the reason for coming to the cloth shop this time.

Yang Biao was looking around at the various fabrics in the cloth shop. When he heard Manager Liu's introduction, he hurried over to bow to Boss Wang and said, "I have no experience in running a shop. I'm sorry to make you laugh, Boss Wang."

"Oh, what a promising young man!" When Boss Wang saw his young face, he thought he was the nephew of Manager Liu. If he hadn't introduced him, he would never have connected Yang Biao with the boss who was about to take over Wang's Cloth Shop.

"Boss Wang, thank you for your compliment. I wonder how you would like to transfer your cloth shop?" Yang Biao didn't want to be polite anymore and went straight to the point.

"Well, it depends on how you want to take over." Seeing Yang Biao looking at him in confusion, well, he might have overestimated the young man in front of him, "If you want an empty store, give me six hundred taels of silver. If you want to take over the goods as well, then give me one thousand taels of silver."

He and his wife counted all the cloth in the store last night, and the value was about 580 taels. They sold some cloth this morning, and some customers had pre-ordered some goods. Since it was introduced by Manager Liu, he should give him some face, so he would round off the decimals and make it an integer.

Yang Biao nodded, the price was quite reasonable. He readily accepted it, but said, "Okay, but I don't have that much money to pay you at the moment." He still had to find someone to make up the missing money.

"It's okay. I can lend it to you." Shopkeeper Liu knew that his old friend's mother was ill and the sooner she could go back to her hometown, the better. Naturally, he was willing to fulfill the old man's wish to return to her roots. "How much silver do you need?"

"I only have over 500 taels on me, almost half of it." Yang Biao was a little embarrassed. He asked Manager Liu to help him find a smaller shop. He thought Manager Liu had been doing business in the county for many years and had a wide network of contacts. He naturally knew many people and it would be faster than him looking for a shop everywhere. But he never thought of looking for such a big shop to take over. He followed the principle of doing things with the money he had. Of course, he found a smaller shop because his family was not rich enough.

"Okay, we still need five hundred taels, right? Wait a moment." Manager Liu took the child to Huanxi Restaurant to get the silver notes. "Here are the silver notes for five hundred taels. Take a look and see if it's correct." After saying that, he handed five silver notes to Yang Biao.

Yang Biao took it and looked at it. They were all silver notes of 100 taels each. "Well, there will be no problem with that kid."

"Okay, then let's go sign a transfer agreement." So Boss Wang left the store and went to several neighboring stores and found three bosses to be witnesses. Yang Biao gave Qi the transfer money, and then everyone signed and sealed the contract. Then they went to the county government to file it. At this point, Wang's Cloth Shop changed hands.

"Manager Liu, thank you for lending me the money. I will pay you back as soon as possible." Yang Biao looked at Manager Liu with gratitude. It was thanks to Manager Liu that he was able to buy the cloth shop. It seemed that he had forgotten to bargain. He really had no bargaining skills at all. Yang Biao couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Then I felt relieved. Everyone has different talents and skills, and everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses.