Chapter 23 The Old House in the Old Town

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  "You're silly! Hire a part-time worker to come and clean up the house. I said, you seem to have some money on hand now, haven't you ever thought of renting a place outside?"

  At this point, Wen Fei's heart was moved. At such a big age, still living with parents, it is indeed quite embarrassing. How can the reputation of being a parasite escape?

  "Right, aren't you able to get a lot of good ingredients from the countryside? You can open a restaurant, I guarantee it'll be a hit!" Zhang Yu suggested.

  Wen Fei hesitated: "Opening a restaurant seems too hard!"

  "So, you're stupid, who told you to open that kind of public restaurant? If you want to do it, do a private kitchen, we need to make something special. You said the ingredients you brought back are so good, much better than those farmhouse dishes. And last time, those Cordyceps, the effect was so potent...” Zhang Yu made a lewd expression that only men would understand.

  Wen Fei thought for a moment and shook his head. He didn't attach much importance to money. Although it was necessary, he didn't want to put most of his energy into it, so he said: "If you want to open a restaurant, I can help you buy ingredients at most!"

  "No, let's partner up and open one together. I've already thought it through, we can start with a private kitchen to test our skills first. We won't do too much, just small scale..." Then, he told Wen Fei about his plan in detail.

  Wen Fei heard it was pretty good, moved, and finally agreed.

  Fat Zhang Yu may look like a lazy fatty, but when it comes to doing something he's interested in, he gets right down to business and is extremely efficient. With just one phone call, someone from the housekeeping company arrives in no time. Upon entering the house, they take one look around at the messy state of the place and say: "Mr. Zhang, your house is too messy, it's really hard to clean..."

  "Five hundred, don't waste words. If you can't do it, I'll find someone else!" Zhang Yu said bluntly. Although the house was messy, it was just a matter of not having been cleaned for too long. At most, two people could clean it up in an hour or two, and five hundred yuan was already a decent price.

  The person who stayed at home cleaned up the house. The two of them went out for a stroll and also looked for a suitable place to open a store.

  "This domestic service company is a friend of mine, don't worry, nothing will be missing from your home." Zhang Yu saw that Wen Fei had gone downstairs but kept looking back. Afraid that Wen Fei would worry about his home, he explained in one sentence.

  Wen Fei wasn't worried about his home; apart from some electrical appliances, there was nothing particularly valuable. He just saw

  That tall, forty-something hourly worker from the housekeeping company was a bit strange. He had a dark and gloomy complexion, as if he had provoked something that he shouldn't have.

  It was just a brief encounter, and Wen Fei didn't dare to confirm it, but even if he did, there was nothing he could do. Last time, he had finally learned the Earth Thunderbolt Technique from Chen Niwan, but Wen Fei had yet to find a place to cultivate it.

  The method of using the earth's evil spirit to attack enemies is straightforward, but it's not easy to find a place to practice in this city filled with steel and concrete. It seems like I can only go to the countryside to practice. Best would be to go back to the Northern Song Dynasty to cultivate.

  Zhang Yu's car is a Korean car worth over a million, which isn't too expensive. Of course, Wen Fei, that poor devil, can't afford it. The characteristic of Korean cars is their beautiful appearance, but when they really run on the highway, especially when turning corners, that's what's called thrilling.

  Luckily, in this city, driving at a speed of 40-50 km feels pretty good. Zhang Yu talked about his business experience: "Opening our store, the location doesn't have to be too good, no need to squeeze into that crowded golden area, but rather find a quiet spot amidst the noise. The location must be chosen carefully!"

  Wen Fei yawned and wasn't very interested in these things. He listened casually and asked offhand, "Have you thought of a good position?"

  "Of course, I'm a man with great business acumen, just a bit lazy. If not, I wouldn't say becoming the richest man in the country, at least I would be the richest man in this city!"

  "Go ahead and brag!" Wen Fei was quite familiar with Zhang Yu, this dead fat man. He's a three-minute enthusiasm. When he's interested, he'll go all out to get involved, like the time he went to fight in the arena. But once his passion fades away, he'll abandon the things he used to love like they're worthless. Like when he was young and collected stamps with incredible enthusiasm, but later lost interest and just sold them off directly. Who knows how long this infatuation with opening a private restaurant will last!

  The car drove directly to the old city, this city is naturally incomparable to those first-tier cities in China, but it can also be considered a second-tier city. Especially with its long history, this old city still retains some buildings from the Republic of China era and even earlier from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

  It's like this second-tier city developed relatively late, at least more than a decade later than those first-tier cities, and in all aspects, it can't compare. However, there is one advantage, which is that it has learned from the mistakes and lessons of the first-tier cities during their development. For example, with the renovation of old cities, if it were ten or twenty years ago, these old houses from the Ming and Qing dynasties or the Republic of China would have been demolished without hesitation. But these second-tier cities have preserved these historical relics.

  The two of them arrived at a old street and stopped the car. The road was narrow, and one parked car took up half of it. On both sides were low and short houses that looked disorderly.

  "Unbelievable! You want to open a shop in this godforsaken place!"

  "You don't know what you're looking at, there's nothing over there!" Zhang Yu pointed to a courtyard with white-washed outer walls: "That place was the Shanxi Guild Hall during the Republic of China era!"

  Wen Fei also grew up in this city since childhood, and had seen many old houses like this. Looking at the low wall with some faded lime stains, and then looking at the faintly visible green tiles inside, he said, "What's the big deal?"

  "What's the matter?" Zhang Yu sneered and walked over to directly unlock the courtyard gate with a key: "Do you know about Shanxi merchants? In the old days, they were the richest people in the whole country. Can you think that they could open a meeting hall here and still be inferior?"

  In ancient times, local dialects varied greatly, and traveling afar was like going abroad. In cities during the Ming and Qing dynasties, groups formed by people from the same hometown or industry were common, similar to modern private clubs, often operating inns and restaurants. These were gathering places for people from the same province.

  Especially the Shanxi Guild Hall, which is almost the headquarters of Shanxi merchants in various cities. As the richest group of businessmen at that time, it should be pretty good to come here?