The new book of the burning prairie star

"Hey, is anyone there?" Yang Biao entered the restaurant, but found that there was no one inside. He didn't want to go any further, so he shouted at the door.

"Someone, someone." A man in his thirties hurried out from the shop next door and answered while tying his belt.

"Is this your restaurant?" Yang Biao selectively ignored the strange smell coming from his body, which was the unique smell that only men and women had after pleasure.

"Well, it's a restaurant passed down from my ancestors. Because I didn't manage it well, I decided to transfer it out." The man had already straightened his clothes and answered as if he was feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, may I know your name, brother?" You still need to know the name, and then you can go to the government to verify whether this person is the tenant of the shop or the owner of the house.

"My surname is Lu, and my given name is Zhijing. May I know what your name is, sir?" Lu Zhijing's restaurant has been put up for transfer for a long time, but has never been successfully sold. Seeing that Yang Biao is dressed richly and is young, he thought of asking for a high transfer fee later.

"My name is Yang Biao. How do you transfer your restaurant?" The ancient transfer is different from the modern transfer. The modern transfer is a simple transfer, not a landlord. Yang Biao didn't know whether Lu Zhijing was just transferring the shop to earn rent or to sell it, so he wanted to ask for clarification.

"Well, I want to sell my ancestral property. I wonder if you are interested?" Lu Zhijing looked at Yang Biao's expression and tested him carefully.

"I definitely want to take over, otherwise why would I come here to ask you, Boss Lu?" Yang Biao couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. Do you think I have nothing to do and come here to hang around? "I wonder what Boss Lu's offer is?"

"Fifty thousand taels of silver, no bargaining!" Lu Zhijing stretched out his hand. He could see that this young man with little social experience really wanted to take over, so he quoted a higher price, believing that this young master from a wealthy family would buy it.

"Eighteen thousand taels of silver. Sell it if you want!" The price of this section of road can be asked for fifty thousand taels. The shop on Lu Shui Road, which is known as the most expensive in the city, starts at at least eighteen thousand taels for a smaller one. If Yang Biao had not bought a shop on Lu Shui Road before, according to his previous habit of not bargaining, he would really pay him fifty thousand taels of silver to buy this restaurant.

"Then I have no choice. Please go back, sir." Seeing that he was very good at bargaining, Lu Zhijing chose to take a tough attitude. His intuition told him that the young man would buy it.

"Well, okay. If you want to sell it, come find me at Xia's Carpenter Shop." Yang Biao left Xia Kunfeng's shop address and said goodbye.

Before leaving, his curiosity got the better of him and he went to the embroidery shop next door. Inside the shop, he only saw a flushed-faced female shopkeeper in her twenties standing alone at the counter. He didn't see anyone else. So it seemed that the person who had just had sex with Lu Zhijing was her.

"Young Master, what do you want to buy as a gift? Come in and take a look!" The female shopkeeper saw that he was just standing at the door of the store staring at her and not coming in to buy anything, so she stepped forward to ask. "Young Master, what age do you want to give it to?"

"Well, a twelve-year-old child." Yang Biao knew that in ancient times, as a man, it was extremely rude for him to stare at a woman like that.

Not wanting to be embarrassed by her gaze, he walked into the embroidery shop to look at the embroidery displayed inside. He saw a hairpin with a vivid little rabbit embroidered on it, which was very interesting, so he picked it up and said, "Wrap this up for me!" He bought it for Qin Xiaoran, and she would definitely like it.

"Okay!" The female shopkeeper took the hairpin, turned around and went to the counter to pack it.

"Thank you for your patronage. Six taels of silver." The female shopkeeper handed him the wrapped hairpin. The hairpin itself was not expensive, but it took a lot of effort to embroider the rabbit.

"Oh, okay!" Yang Biao hurriedly took the hairpin, took out six taels of silver from his purse to pay the bill, and then left quickly.

"Donpi, find some merchants who have business dealings with us, and go to the restaurant that is to be transferred at No. 39 Puning Street one after another. Ask them to bargain for a price below 15,000 taels. Send more people to negotiate." Yang Biao returned to the cloth shop and instructed Dongpi who was keeping accounts. He didn't believe that if he did this, Lu Zhijing would still take advantage of him.

"Yes, sir!" Although he didn't know what his master was going to do, Dongpi still put down the accounting brush, put away the account book and went to do it.

"Yang Biao, that Lu Zhijing found my shop and said he would sell the restaurant to you for 18,000 taels." On the morning of the fifth day, Xia Kunfeng found Yang Biao who was dyeing cloth and told Lu Zhijing that he was willing to sell the restaurant. "He said he was waiting for you to sign the transfer contract at the government gate!"

"Oh, so urgent?" Yang Biao's face showed no expression, but he was already very happy. He told Jiang Sheng to bring the carriage over, and he wanted to go to the government office.

"Hey, young master, you're finally here!" Seeing Yang Biao and Xia Kunfeng getting out of the car, Lu Zhijing breathed a sigh of relief. These past few days were about to drive him crazy. He had to sign the contract with Yang Biao as soon as possible. He had to get the money today! He was worried that if the young man's family knew about it and stopped the transaction, he didn't know where to find such a buyer.

"Have you found a witness?" Yang Biao asked him. He had found Xia Kunfeng who came to deliver the message, but he didn't know who he was looking for.

"Oh, these two are my witnesses." Lu Zhijing pointed at a man and a woman standing not far away. Yang Biao saw that the woman was the owner of the embroidery shop.

"That's fine, the purchase tax will be half each!" Having suffered losses in this regard, he must write this customary agreement into the contract.

"Of course, of course!" Lu Zhijing responded quickly, then took out paper and pen from his carriage to write the contract, and then handed it to Yang Biao for review.

"Yes, OK!" Yang Biao checked one by one, and after making sure that there were no words that could trap the contract and that it was the same as what the two had discussed, he signed and put his fingerprints on it.

Xia Kunfeng and the other three also signed and sealed it. After Lu Zhijing and Yang Biao each took a copy, Yang Biao deducted half of the purchase tax that Lu Zhijing was supposed to pay and paid the rest to him. According to the laws of the Shang Dynasty, he had to take another copy to handle the transfer and leave it in the government office as a backup so that if the two had any disputes in the future, they could come to the government office to find the backup file.

"Boss Xia, I have to trouble you again!" After completing the transfer and getting the documents, Yang Biao took Xia Kunfeng to No. 39 Puning Street. He had left his contact address to Lu Zhijing and reported Xia Kunfeng's shop with this plan.

"You bought a pretty big thing, what are you going to do with it?" Xia Kunfeng walked in the restaurant to measure the area. People in this industry knew exactly how far each step was, and the size they measured with their footsteps was almost the same as the actual size.

"Here!" Yang Biao pointed at the sign at the door.

"Oh, if you continue the restaurant business left by Lu Zhijing, you can save a lot of money on buying tables and chairs." Xia Kunfeng understood, but Lu Zhijing couldn't even run a restaurant on this street, so could Yang Biao do the same?

"I haven't thought about this kid," Yang Biao scratched his head. Lu Zhijing's restaurant didn't fail because of bad food. His cooking skills were inherited from his ancestors, so how could they be bad? It was just that he was more playful after taking over. The shop was often open for one day and closed for three days. His wife couldn't control him. Over time, fewer and fewer people came to the restaurant to eat.

Lu Zhijing didn't know it was his fault and thought the tables and chairs were too old which led to fewer customers, so he replaced all the tables and chairs in the store with new ones at the beginning of the year.