The new book of the burning prairie star

Yang Biao picked up the wooden board used as the shop door and fought back.

"Everyone, grab your weapons," Hu Zi saw Yang Biao using a wooden board to fight back. He was hit by him and was in so much pain that he didn't dare to move forward, so he asked his men to get sticks.

Before those people could find their weapons, Yang Biao quickly defeated them one by one. Seeing that the people below were useless, Sun Xuanli said, "Just wait, kid. I'll make you pay." and wanted to slip away.

"Sun Xuanli," Yang Biao hit him on the back with a stick. Now that you are in my hands today, there is no way you can escape unscathed. I have to teach him a lesson myself since there are fewer people coming this time.

"Ah...ah...smelly boy, ah..." Rong Zhuang was sitting in the car, listening to Sun Xuanli screaming in agony after being beaten by Yang Biao. He felt a little scared. He saw Xia Weiwei lifting the curtain to see what was happening outside, "Miss, should we intervene?"

"No, go to the government office and ask Judge Cao to tell Magistrate Ji that there is no need to pay attention to Sun Xuanli."

"Yes, Miss." Rong Zhuang got off the car and got on the carriage behind to go to the government office.

"Don't show up in front of me, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" Yang Biao said harshly. He was tired and couldn't beat him anymore. Hu Zi hurriedly crawled over to help Sun Xuanli up, crying loudly. He was in pain, "Master, are you okay?"

"You bastard, I'll take your last name if I don't peel your skin off." Sun Xuanli had never been beaten like this since he was a child. He was furious and said, "Just wait..."

Yang Biao raised the wooden board in his hand, and the master and servant took a few steps back in fear. A brave man would not suffer a loss in front of him, so he decided to run for his life first. When the thugs on the ground saw that the young master had run away, they quickly got up and ran away.

"Yang Biao, this shop sells rouge and powder. What business are you going to do?" Xia Weiwei, who was wearing a veil, came over and frowned when she saw the blood on the ground. "Jinrong, leave a few people to clean up this shop."

"Yes, young lady!" Jin Rong knew that young lady didn't like to see blood, so he called four servants to come and clean up the bloodstains at the door of the shop, while Xia Weiwei went into the shop. "This is quite big in here, Yang Biao, if you want to redecorate it, you can ask my relatives to do it."

"In that case, thank you very much, Miss Xia!" He had just arrived and knew nothing about the city. He did not want to renovate the shop, but Xia Weiwei wanted to introduce it to him, and he could not refuse in front of her servants and embarrass her.

"Come on, I'll take you to find a porter." After saying that, he turned around and got on the carriage. Without saying anything, Yang Biao was about to sit in the carriage behind him. He found that the carriage had disappeared, and the carriage in front had already left. He had no choice but to run to catch up with Xia Weiwei's carriage. He secretly complained that he was now a disabled person, and he was asked to run to follow. This was not what a human being should do. Fortunately, he had been running for exercise, and except for a little pain in his calves when he moved, he didn't feel tired.

"This is my uncle, Xia Kunfeng, who specializes in renovations." Xia Weiwei was sitting in a carpenter's shop. Seeing Yang Biao running over, she introduced him to a man in his thirties sitting next to her. "Uncle, this is Yang Biao!"

"Boss Xia, I've long heard of your name!" Yang Biao adjusted his breathing and bowed to Xia Kunfeng.

"Boss Yang, you're welcome." Xia Kunfeng smiled. The young man was handsome and had a strong scholarly air. "I heard from Weiwei that you have a shop that needs to be renovated. Where is it?"

"Just call me Yang Biao. The shop is at No. 15 Shushui Road. Boss Xia, you can come with me to take a look." He really didn't know much about decoration, but when he was in modern times, he heard his colleagues talk about this, including finding designers, determining the decoration budget, decoration style, and choosing decoration methods.

"Come on, take my carriage!" Yang Biao was about to walk back to the waterway, but Xia Kunfeng put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him into the carriage.

It was almost lunch time, so Xia Weiwei got on the carriage and went home without going to the shop with them.

"Yang Biao, what kind of business are you planning to do?" Xia Kunfeng measured everywhere in the shop, put away the measuring tape, and asked Yang Biao what the purpose of the shop was.

"The boy plans to start a cloth shop business."

"Oh, do you want a luxurious style or a more practical style?" Xia Kunfeng touched the counter. The store had been cleaned inside and out.

"Practicality is the most important thing." Yang Biao doesn't like anything fancy. If possible, he would just purchase goods and open a store without any decoration.

"Would you like to buy the lumber yourself, or would you like us to do all the work?"

"I don't know anything, can you please help me, Boss Xia, to renovate this shop?" He would rather leave professional matters to professionals and not bother himself with it.

"Oh, what's your budget for renovation?" Xia Kunfeng had to give face to his niece who introduced him. He looked at how much money this guy could spend on renovation, and made less money, so he could do it for him.

"How much does it cost to renovate an average shop in the city?" Yang Biao really didn't know how much it would cost at least to renovate a shop in ancient times, so he wanted to find out.

"It depends on the area of ​​the store, the quality of the wood, the paint and so on. There is no upper limit to the price." Xia Kunfeng patiently explained to him.

"Then let's use medium-quality wood for decoration and let Boss Xia take care of the work and materials. How much will it cost?" Yang Biao didn't intend to brag as he still had to keep the purchase money.

"Then five hundred taels of silver will be enough." Xia Kunfeng took rouge from the cabinet, put some on his fingers, and calculated the cost of decoration with medium-quality materials.

"Okay, kid, I'll give you five hundred taels of silver." Yang Biao took out the silver bills from his arms, counted out five, and handed them to him.

"Then I'll write you a receipt." Xia Kunfeng took the banknote, took a look at it, and put it away. Since he was introduced by my niece, he must be a good person.

"Thank you for your hard work, Boss Xia." While Xia Kunfeng was writing the receipt, Yang Biao went out to buy a lock, came back and handed him the key, then took the receipt and bowed and said goodbye, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Well, I will renovate the shop for you as soon as possible." Xia Kunfeng took the key, stood at the door of the shop, and watched him leave with a smile.

"Yang Biao, how did you get hurt?" Qin Xiaoran woke up and didn't see Yang Biao. She thought he went out for a morning run, so she waited in the room. It was already past lunch time, and she saw that he had a white gauze wrapped around his head, and she couldn't help but get scared.

"It's okay, I just fell accidentally." Yang Biao didn't want to make the child worry, so he lied.

"Hey, please walk carefully." How could this guy be so confused that he could even fall while walking? Qin Xiaoran rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

Yang Biao held back his laughter and the urge to pinch her face, "Let's go to Xingning Street." Find Qi Mingyao and use the contract to get back the 1,000 taels of silver. When the shop makes money, I will give him the market price later and not take advantage of his family.

"Okay," Qin Xiaoran was already accustomed to Yang Biao's way of doing things, so she didn't say much and followed him into the car.