A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

Huang Liang strolled into the store.

Once inside, I realized there was a reason why the shop was so quiet. There wasn't a single server; only a short, stout man was sitting at the cashier.

"What kind of clothes do you want?" The short, stout man stood up immediately to greet someone as they entered.

He didn't say much, just quietly followed Huang Liang around the store, without even introducing the store's signature clothes or anything like that.

Huang Liang finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked first, "Boss, your store's business doesn't seem to be doing very well."

The boss looked embarrassed, but he quickly regained his composure.

He smiled slightly and said, "Indeed, I don't know why, but my clothes aren't selling very well. Maybe it's because there are too many men's clothing sellers on this street."

Huang Liang was embarrassed upon hearing this: "You're quite the carefree boss. Don't you think about the reasons for your own business? You're just blaming it on having too many stores."

Just as he was thinking this, the short, fat man seemed to have opened a floodgate and continued to talk at length:

"But it's okay, my shop is my own, and I don't have the pressure of rent. It doesn't matter if there are more or fewer people."

"If things really don't work out, I'll have no choice but to rent out this shop to earn rent. But my family will definitely look down on me for not having a proper job and force me to go out and do other work."

"It's a pity that I've already run a shop and been my own boss. My mind is already quite sharp, and I have no desire to continue working for others."

The short, stout boss sighed with worry as he spoke.

In just a short while, the short, stout man's expression changed several times, from regret to nonchalance, and then from nonchalance to anxiety.

"Have you ever thought about changing the products you sell?" Huang Liang asked tentatively.

"Change products? What else can I change products to?" The short, stout man scratched his head. "I'm a grown man, what else can I sell besides men's clothing? You mean food? I don't know how to cook that, I always eat out."

"But why don't you hire someone to help you? You can just be the boss, sit here and collect money, wouldn't that make money and be easier?" Huang Liang continued.

The short, stout man's eyes lit up; he must have thought the idea was good. He even started imagining himself as the boss, leisurely watching his employees attract customers and then bringing them in to settle their bills in large sums.

Unfortunately, he quickly realized something, his eyes dimmed, and he shook his head, saying, "Let's forget it. We already have all kinds of shops here. If I open another shop that someone else has already opened, wouldn't that be the same as me opening a men's clothing store? It would just be everyone competing for business."

Huang Liang sensed the short, fat man's interest and knew that his words were slowly swaying the boss.

If you show off the beautiful clothes from Haiya Women's Wear at the right time, I believe the boss will be tempted.

So he quickly said, "Have you thought about looking for things that people's shops don't sell?"

"For example, nice clothes that you can't buy in clothing stores?"

The short, stout man thought for a moment, then said with some worry, "I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult. After all, the places where we get our clothes are all pretty uniform; it's just a few clothing factories."

"What I can get, others can get too. In the end, others will still be competing with me."

Huang Liang felt the time was about right.

He said, "Actually, boss, I have some women's clothing here. If you're interested, you can try putting them in your store and selling them."

The short, stout man realized that Huang Liang hadn't come to buy clothes at all; he seemed more like he was there to sell him products.

No wonder he talked to himself about so many random things.

However, it must be said that some of Huang Liang's suggestions earlier did tempt the short, fat man. Although he didn't really trust Huang Liang, he still wanted to see what Huang Liang's products were and whether they could give his store a chance to turn things around.

He looked at Huang Liang warily and asked, "Do you have any products you want to recommend to me?"

Huang Liang smiled slightly, and his seventeen or eighteen-year-old face showed a maturity beyond his years.

He laid the suitcase down, unzipped it, and took out one piece of clothing after another, handing them to the short, stout man.

"This...this outfit is really quite novel."

The short, stout man took the clothes, opened them, and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

He had never seen these clothes in any of the women's clothing stores around here before.

Moreover, even as a man, he thought these clothes were very nice.

If he had a wife, he would definitely buy her a whole bunch of clothes to wear.

"Hehe, do you think we could sell these clothes in your store?"

Seeing the short, fat man's dumbfounded expression, Huang Liang laughed and said...

"Gulp." The short, stout man swallowed hard, and, emboldened by who-knows-where, declared with boundless confidence, "I think it'll definitely sell!"

"I even think they'd fight over this dress!"

He turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, and looked at Huang Liang, saying, "Young man, are you a salesman for a clothing factory? If you're willing to sell this garment to me, you can name your terms!"

He even felt that all the nonsense Huang Liang had said to him earlier was meaningless; as long as Huang Liang took out the clothes as soon as he saw him, he would definitely agree to cooperate immediately.

"This." Huang Liang really didn't expect the boss to agree so quickly.

He explained, "I'm not a sales representative from a clothing factory; I'm someone who specifically came out of Hangzhou Haiya Women's Clothing Store to open a branch."

“My boss asked me to open a shop in Ningcheng, but I don’t see any suitable shops here. Your shop doesn’t have much business, so I want to cooperate with you.”

"Tell me how you want to cooperate," the short, stout man said, pulling Huang Liang to sit down near the cashier. He leaned over the counter and looked at Huang Liang as he asked.

Huang Liang had just had a flash of inspiration and had a vague idea. So he shared his thoughts with the short, fat man:

“Here’s what I’m thinking: your shop size is quite suitable, and there’s a second floor upstairs. So we’ll give you a plan, you can decorate the shop first, and then we’ll give you specific guidance, from how to arrange the items, how to set them up, to how to recruit and train employees, we’ll teach you everything.”

"We will provide you with a sufficient supply of clothes and will also regularly update the styles to ensure that your store has enough new styles to attract customers."

"As for the profits, we'll discuss that later, and what proportion we'll allocate them."

The short, stout man's name was Xu Wen.

After listening to Huang Liang's words, he hesitated instead.

"You not only want my shop, but you also want me to renovate it? Wouldn't that be very costly?"

"And you're going to take a cut of the profits from me. What if your clothes don't sell well? Wouldn't I go bankrupt?"