A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

Zhang Xiaomei had mentioned that Lin Minsi's yard was very spacious. Before going in, Jian Qingyi had been somewhat looking forward to it, but once inside...

Tsk!

It's at most a hundred or eighty square meters.

The courtyard is simple and unremarkable, with a few drooping, lifeless chrysanthemums and forsythia growing in an ordinary flower bed.

This should be the time when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, but those few plants only have a few scattered buds.

Perhaps due to neglect, small, bright green insects can still be faintly seen on the flower buds.

Upstairs are two suites, standard three-bedroom, two-living-room layouts, about 80 or 90 square meters in size, with a layout similar to the original owner's house.

Perhaps because of the move, the things inside were piled up in a mess.

After going around once.

“Five thousand five hundred. If it’s okay, we’ll go transfer the property now. If not, forget it.” Jian Qingyi didn’t waste any words.

The chubby man and the man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face exchanged a glance, their eyes seemingly filled with conflict.

The two were prepared to be haggled over, but Jian Qingyi's cut was a bit too harsh.

Five hundred yuan...

That's enough to buy 250 or 260 jin of pork.

But then I thought about how restaurants in Beijing desperately needed manpower...

The two of them dared not easily shake their heads in refusal.

I'm afraid this sucker will run away and I won't be able to find the next one for a while.

These days, six thousand yuan is no small sum, and very few people are willing to take out six thousand yuan at once.

After hesitating for a while, the two, eager to get rid of the stake, finally nodded with a heavy heart.

Seeing that there was still time, the two took their documents, rode their bicycles with Jian Qingyi on their backs, and headed straight for the office.

In less than an hour, Jian Qingyi had another private house ownership certificate in her hand.

When the three returned, all four shops had been emptied.

Only one man, responsible for cleaning up the mess, was waiting at the shop entrance. When he saw the three of them return, he shoved the key into the hand of the weasel-faced man with a dark expression, turned around and left without saying a word.

The man with the pointed face and monkey-like features wasn't angry. He turned around and handed the key to Jian Qingyi, saying, "Here! It's yours from now on."

Jian Qingyi had already found out who the renovation contractor was.

They are all experienced renovation workers with many years of experience.

As soon as she got the keys, she turned around and took the renovation drawings she had made herself to find the renovation contractor.

Some communication.

The details, materials, and desired effect have been finalized.

The renovation workers got to work quickly.

These days there aren't many fancy decorating materials; you have to find affordable alternatives for many things.

Fortunately, the renovation workers were highly skilled, and they managed to make ordinary materials look high-end.

During this period, Jian Qingyi also actively communicated with the garment factory.

Since everyone has different aesthetic tastes and perspectives, Jian Qingyi chose a number of different styles of clothing.

To give Jian Qingyi a basic understanding of all their clothing, the clothing factory thoughtfully mailed her a picture book with descriptions of the garments. Perhaps to avoid confusion, each picture was also labeled with the garment's number.

With these clothing pictures, choosing clothes becomes much easier.

Jian Qingyi quickly finalized the required clothing styles with the garment factory.

With the renovation nearing completion, Jian Qingyi posted her job advertisement at the opportune moment.

Since she had to go to school from Monday to Saturday, Jian Qingyi could only schedule the interview for Sunday.

To Jian Qingyi's surprise, Yang Laosan's wife was also among them.

Yang Laosan's wife was also visibly taken aback.

They obviously didn't expect the shop owner to be Jian Qingyi.

"Yiyi, this shop is yours..." Yang Laosan's wife glanced at the signboard above her head with the words "Yisheng" written in a flamboyant style, and was so shocked that she lost all composure.

Jian Qingyi nodded with a smile.

Nancheng is only so big, and the matter of opening a shop can't be kept secret for long, so Jian Qingyi didn't intend to hide it.

At worst, I'll just say I borrowed the money from Lu Yujing.

She didn't believe that the Jian family would dare to call Lu Yujing to ask.

Yang Laosan's wife is a good person, and she is also outstanding in appearance. Most importantly, she is honest and upright. Jian Qingyi chose her as the first person to marry.

Then they selected three more young women who were pretty and had good figures.

The goods had been delivered, and taking advantage of the time, Jian Qingyi led the four of them upstairs.

I briefly explained ironing techniques and some sales skills to a few people.

They're all young people, they learn quickly, and they got the hang of things in no time.

Jian Qingyi found an auspicious day for opening a business in the old almanac.

Upon learning that Jian Qingyi's clothing store was about to open, girls who had long coveted her clothes flocked to join the excitement.

The little girls got together, and it was quite a lively scene.

Only then were the 10,000-shot firecrackers brought out.

Zhou Hao, dressed in casual clothes, arrived with his men carrying flower baskets.

Eight pairs of flower baskets, placed outside the door, instantly elevate the style to the highest level.

Lu Yujing has two couples.

He Qian and his two partners.

Zhou Chenfeng has two pairs.

Zhou Hao has two pairs.

The people hadn't heard of the names mentioned earlier and didn't know their significance, but when it came to Zhou Hao, everyone in Nancheng gave him face.

"Congratulations, Yi Yi!" Zhou Hao said with a smile, handing over four large red envelopes.

"Brother Zhou, I'm already extremely grateful that you came. This... I really can't accept it." Jian Qingyi smiled and pushed the red envelope back.

She took advantage of Lu Yujing a little, so be it.

It's his own fault for being so eager to do it!

But Zhou Hao and the others... she really doesn't have that kind of nerve!

"Yi Yi, this is just for good luck, nothing more. If you don't take it, you're disrespecting your older brother." Zhou Hao forcefully stuffed the red envelope into Jian Qingyi's hand.

He added in a low voice, "The political commissar was originally supposed to come, but he received a last-minute assignment from above..."

"Brother Zhou, this really won't do. I'm just a small business owner, how can I accept such a big red envelope? You can give me one when my business grows bigger..." Jian Qingyi tried to stuff the red envelope back to Zhou Hao.

"Who gave you permission to set it up like this? Can't you see it's blocking the way?" A discordant voice rang out from outside the shop.

The onlookers, seeing someone looking for trouble, perked up immediately.

Just as Jian Qingyi turned to go out and take a look, Zhou Hao walked out first.

"Move aside right now!" the people outside were still shouting.

"What if I don't move?" Zhou Hao said coldly.

Where is her former good temper?

"Director Zhou... Director Zhou..." Upon seeing who it was, the man's face turned pale.

The people following behind that man were so frightened that their legs went weak and they trembled.

"What... are you doing here?"

Although Director Zhou has not been in Nancheng for long, he is notoriously difficult to deal with within the Public Security Bureau.

Anyone who crosses him will not fare well.

Not to mention he also has the powerful backing of Beijing.

“My sister’s shop is opening, and I’m not here. Where should I be?” Zhou Hao’s eyes were cold and sharp.

"It's you..."

"Director Zhou, it's all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! There was a bastard just now..."

Knowing Zhou Hao's prowess, the man thought for a moment and immediately confessed, "Those two breakfast and pastry stalls at the alley entrance, they're jealous of the girls..."