Chapter 60: The Goodwill of Ningyuan Marquisate
The person who came was Manager Liao from the Ningyuan Marquis Mansion. He saluted Fu Chenan as soon as he came up, and what he saluted was the military fist-clasping salute.
Is this the soldier who followed Ningyuan Hou into battle?
Fu Chenan suddenly felt solemn and saluted in return.
"But General Fu is here in person? My surname is Liao, and I am currently the steward of Ningyuan Marquis's Mansion."
Fu Chenan replied, "Yes. Thank you for your help, Manager Liao."
Manager Liao opened the shop door and invited Fu Chenan and Qiuyue Ruyi to go in and take a look.
"This shop is not big, it's two meters deep and only one meter wide, and there's no yard at the back. Business was not good before and there was no income. Our prince's wife is not in good health, so we just closed the shop..."
"The wife of the prince said that if General Fu wants to use it, this shop will be sold to you at a low price of one thousand taels of silver. What do you think, General Fu?"
Fu Chenan smiled awkwardly: "But I don't have that much money..."
No matter how small the shop is, it will not be cheap in Anxiang Street, the favorite place for women in Beijing.
I only have a few hundred taels of silver in total, how can I afford to buy a shop?
Manager Liao often travels outside, so naturally he heard about Fu Chenan's heroic deeds yesterday.
He glanced outside the shop warily and saw Fu Chenan's personal guards guarding the door, so he explained quietly.
"The Crown Prince's wife said that the Marshal and the General love their soldiers as if they were their lives, and all the little wealth they have at home is used to subsidize the soldiers in the army. She knows this."
"If you can't pay the money right away, you can pay it back in half a year. If you can't pay it back after half a year, we can just take back the shop. It's empty anyway..."
Fu Chenan felt his heart burning and his blood was burning.
Even though His Majesty the Emperor is wary and distrustful in every way, the people are not stupid and they can see it.
The Fu family was willing to spend all their money on the imperial army because they wanted the country to prosper and prosper.
They can see it, and they remember the good things about the Fu family. The dedication and hard work of the Fu family are meaningful.
He said without pretense: "Then thank the Crown Prince's wife for me! I will give you the money to buy a shop in half a year."
Manager Liao smiled and nodded: "Then go with me to sign the transfer document."
Fu Chenan refused: "Not for now, wait until I give you the money, then consider it as my rent for now?"
"It's all up to General Fu." Manager Liao said, and took out another lease contract.
The sales document may not be signed for the time being, but the lease agreement must be signed.
This can prove that the two companies have an innocent relationship of just tenants and landlords.
Otherwise, if the Fu family is disliked and punished by the emperor, the Ningyuan Marquis' Mansion will also be dragged into the water.
It's not that he's heartless, but the Ningyuan Marquisate, which is already in a precarious situation, can no longer withstand such a storm...
Fu Chenan smiled: "Manager Liao is very thoughtful."
Manager Liao waved his hand modestly: "Ever since our Marquis became disabled and the Crown Prince died on the battlefield, I am now in charge of all the external affairs of the mansion. It is reasonable for me to be more considerate."
The lease contract was signed, Qiuyue and Ruyi's eyes sparkled: "General, what should we do next?"
Fu Chenan glanced at the dusty shop and said, "Clean up the clutter inside, tidy up, and then make some display cabinets and prepare for the opening."
Ruyi took the initiative to take on the responsibility: "Shall I bring my sisters to help clean up?"
"Okay. I'll leave this shop to you and Qiuyue." Fu Chenan left two personal guards with Qiuyue and Ruyi, and took the rest of the personal guards home.
Draw a design sketch of the store.
After entering his own courtyard, Fu Chenan told the housekeeper with a serious face: "I need to think about the next arrangements quietly, and no one is allowed to come in and disturb me."
"Here!"
Fu Chenan locked himself in the study and drew a few sketches, but he always felt something was wrong, so he went to the Space-Time Supermarket again.
Miss Xiao will definitely find a way.
Xiao Yingchun was not surprised at all when she saw Fu Chenan again: "Why are you here at this time? Is there any new progress?"
Fu Chenan handed over his drawing with some frustration: "I rented a shop today and wanted to find a carpenter to do it, but no matter how I draw it, it doesn't taste the same..."
Xiao Yingchun looked at the crooked picture and fell silent.
Fu Chenan carefully observed Xiao Yingchun's reaction. Seeing that she didn't speak, he became even more nervous: "What's wrong? You don't understand it either?"
Xiao Yingchun took a deep breath, then took out an empty cigarette box, opened it, and picked up a pencil: "It's okay, tell me first, how big is your shop?"
Fu Chenan: "One zhang wide and three zhang deep."
One zhang is three meters, and three zhang is nine meters.
In other words, this shop is less than 30 square meters.
Xiao Yingchun took a ruler and drew a 30*90 frame: "This is your shop. Suppose you are looking at your shop from the sky. There is no roof on the shop. It looks like this..."
While explaining, Xiao Yingchun discussed with Fu Chenan how to arrange the layout. In order to give him a more intuitive understanding, she also searched for many drugstore decoration renderings on the Internet.
Fu Chenan picked one of them and said, "Just follow this one."
This is the style closest to ancient shops.
Xiao Yingchun began to draw a plan for Fu Chenan based on the style of the shop.
After the picture was finished and Xiao Yingchun finished explaining, she looked at Fu Chenan seriously: "Do you understand?"
Fu Chenan nodded: "I understand."
In fact, Xiao Yingchun's explanation was very simple and easy to understand, and he didn't find it difficult to listen to it.
Xiao Yingchun nodded and handed him the picture: "Here, you can use it now."
Fu Chenan still had a new problem to solve: "What do you think the shop's sign is called?"
Xiao Yingchun asked back: "What do you want to be called?"
Fu Chenan thought for a moment and said, "Fu's Rouge and Powder Shop?"
Xiao Yingchun also thought about it and said, "What do you want to tell everyone mainly about your original intention of opening this shop?"
"I said what you wanted to tell everyone, not necessarily what you really think in your heart."
Fu Chenan thought for a moment and said, "I want His Majesty to be assured of my Fu family and not always think that the Fu family has ulterior motives."
Xiao Yingchun understood: "Then as a hostage, you should behave like a person who is greedy for pleasure, not enterprising, and afraid of death. You should also weaken the existence of the Fu family."
Fu Chenan: "...How can we reflect this in the name of the store?"
"Why not just call it Tao Tao Ji?"
Fu Chenan thought for a moment and asked, "Is it Taotao from Le Taotao?"
"Yes." Xiao Yingchun nodded.
"Okay! Then let's call it Tao Tao Ji."
Fu Chenan stood up to leave, but his stomach suddenly started to growl.
In the quiet store, the voice was particularly clear. Xiao Yingchun looked at the time and said, "Oh, it's already noon! What do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to bring it over."
Fu Chenan smiled obediently and beautifully: "I'll eat whatever Miss Xiao says."
Xiao Yingchun: "Then let's eat dumplings."
Two servings of cabbage and pork filling.
Two servings of corn pork filling.
One serving of sauerkraut oil residue stuffing.
Beef and green onion filling... forget it, the green onions seem to be fermented?
Xiao Yingchun's conscience suddenly returned to him: his wound has not healed yet.
After ordering five servings of dumplings in one go, Xiao Yingchun put down her phone and said, "Okay, we can eat later."
Fu Chenan was envious: "Just tap on the phone and you can get something to eat. It's so happy."
Xiao Yingchun thought about the environment and conditions in ancient times and could not hide her pride: "That's right! Times are different!"
(End of this chapter)