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As for the arrangements for the day after tomorrow and the day after that, let Sun Lang take the lead. He could go out to check the stores, count foot traffic, or even sit in front of someone else's shop to estimate customer flow and revenue.
Shi Tian had taken Li Ziyu to Jiujiang, while Sun Lang stayed in Cha Dong with Old Zhou, sitting on the street drawing characters. Old Zhou hadn’t expected that opening a shop would involve so many details, but every point Sun Lang made was so reasonable after verification that it left Old Zhou deeply impressed.
Impressed or not, most of the Golden Storefronts were already occupied. There was one shop available for transfer, but its cost was far beyond what Old Zhou could afford. "Forget it, I’ll just go fishing!" he said, slapping his notebook down, feeling a bit disheartened. The Little Rich Wife concept required financial backing! It seemed Half Immortal was right; he simply didn’t have that kind of luck!
Having gathered enough data, they decided to go fishing. After glancing at Old Zhou's mood, Sun Lang stood up and followed him along the riverbank. "Uncle Zhou, that shop up for transfer isn’t bad, but the one next door might be even more suitable."
That shop wouldn’t last long; if the money came through, it would definitely be transferred! Back at Old Zhou’s side, each took a rod and sat by the river as Sun Lang’s words sparked excitement in Old Zhou.
"You make it sound easy!" Old Zhou rolled his eyes at Sun Lang. "You have all these ideas; help me think of something! What if I can’t get the money together?"
Watching Little Rich Wife drift further away from him, Old Zhou grew anxious and couldn’t focus on fishing anymore!
"If you can’t get it together? Then just borrow it! Borrow from the bank, borrow from relatives, borrow from friends—whoever has money, ask them!" A carp jumped onto Sun Lang's line, lifting his spirits.
After three days here, he would soon fly back to Sanya and finally see his little snow again—no more longing through phone screens!
Once Sun Lang finished speaking, Old Zhou cast his line and turned to stare at him. "So we’re friends now? How about lending me some?"
Borrowing from relatives wasn’t easy; they all had families to support and would come up with countless excuses to refuse. As for banks, they only lent to wealthy individuals. Friends might lend a few thousand yuan without issue, but anything more would be out of reach; they were all ordinary people without that much cash on hand.
Hearing Old Zhou mention borrowing money himself made Sun Lang smirk; he couldn’t dampen his enthusiasm at this moment. "Sure! How much do you need? How about I lend you ten thousand?"
They had only known each other for a few days; after eating a few ducks from Old Zhou’s place, ten thousand yuan seemed reasonable. Anything beyond that could get tricky—what if Old Zhou actually had a wealthy relative? That would complicate matters!
As soon as Sun Lang finished speaking, Old Zhou paused in surprise. This Sun Lang was reliable! Ten thousand yuan just like that!
Old Zhou rubbed his nose and calculated for a moment before giving an awkward smile. "It's not quite enough; there's quite a gap."
Hearing this, Sun Lang continued to probe, "Then why not rent out your house? Although it's not on the main street, it's scenic and spacious. The rent should be enough to cover the cost of that shop, right? With a little renovation, it wouldn't cost much to get it up and running."
Upon hearing this, Old Zhou's eyes widened in disbelief as he immediately retorted, "How could that be possible? This house has been passed down from my great-grandfather. How can I rent it out to outsiders? Absolutely not! That would be unfilial!"
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