439: C439 A Righteous Beauty

C439 A Righteous Beauty

Han Qiang smiled as he took out seven stacks of hundred-dollar bills from his backpack and placed them in front of her. "The computer equipment and furniture invested in this shop are worth at least fifty thousand dollars, and the rent for three years is also more than ten thousand dollars. Would seventy thousand be too little for Senior Sister? "

Shang Xiaoyu was shocked and quickly picked up two stacks and passed them to him, "Student, you must be mistaken. The transaction price we agreed on is 50,000 yuan. You can take this 20,000 back."

Han Qiang frankly said, "The location of this photocopy club is very good. The rent is definitely not cheap. The computer in the shop is the latest model, 586. The printer and the photocopier are both the new models of Hewlett-Packard. It's absolutely worth 70,000 yuan. I can't take advantage of you. "

Shang Xiaoyu looked at the Mercedes-Benz C600 outside the door. She knew that this junior was not short of money, so she did not insist. She smiled and said, "Junior, as long as you promise me one thing, I will accept the 70,000 yuan."

"Tell me about it." Han Qiang smiled and said.

Shang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I see that you have a new face. You should be a newcomer this year. I still have to hire people to manage this shop. I don't have much homework to do in my fourth year. Why don't you hire me and my partner? I don't want any salary. As long as they manage their meals every day. "

Han Qiang smiled and said," It's good that Senior Sister is willing to help take care of them. They manage their meals every day, and each of them gets 500 yuan per month. "

Shang Xiaoyu waved her hand and said, "You have already paid an extra 20,000 yuan. How can we still have the nerve to get such a high salary?"

"Senior Sister, don't reject it so quickly. In the future, our business will definitely be very popular. You must be mentally prepared." Han Qiang smiled happily.

Shang Xiaoyu had a look of disbelief. "Junior, don't joke around. There are seventeen or eighteen photocopy clubs around the school. Each of them has the same business. When they're good, they can earn more than three thousand a month. They don't even earn 1,000 yuan a month in the off-season. How can it be so popular? "

Han Qiang patted his chest confidently. "Senior Sister, just wait and see. If you earn more than 10,000 yuan in September, how about you guys take 500 yuan?"

10,000 a month was equivalent to the income of three or four plasters clubs of the same scale. Naturally, Shang Xiaoyu would not believe him and agreed to the bet immediately.

Han Qiang went upstairs and walked around. The layout was similar to an individual's home. Other than the study, bedroom, guest room, and kitchen there was also a clean and tidy office.

Shang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I am in a hurry to sell the shop. I have already moved the personal items on the second floor away. You can move in anytime you want."

Han Qiang smiled. "I just went to college and needed military training. I definitely need to stay in my dormitory for a while. I'll park the car in the backyard of the photocopy club first. I'll move the things in the car in. Then I'll report in. During this period, the photocopy club will be counting on Sister Xiaoyu to help manage it. "

Shang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, boss. We'll definitely take good care of the shop. Also, my partner's culinary skills are very good. The restaurant opens at 11 o'clock every day at 6 o'clock in the evening. Come over if you want to eat ~"

"No problem. When I don't come, the cost of cooking will be counted in the business expenses."

Han Qiang chatted with her for a while, then carried his backpack to the school to report.

Looking at Han Qiang's back as he left, Shang Xiaoyu thoughtfully rubbed her chin. "Boss Han can drive a luxury car like Mercedes-Benz C600, and he wears such a simple outfit to go to school. I wonder how many snobbish people are going to suffer. "

Less than half an hour had passed from the photocopy social steps to the entrance of the Normal Teacher School. Before he even entered the school, he saw a huge banner hanging at the entrance, "Welcome warmly to the 1994 batch of new students."

Looking at the red banner, he couldn't help but think of the moment when he first stepped into the university campus in 1997. There was a similar banner hanging in the school, and there were many seniors, Senior Sister, standing at the entrance to welcome the new students warmly. On the way to the registration area, there were also various clubs and stalls to recruit members.

"Are you seeing things? Why are you walking so slowly? Hurry up and get out of the way!" A rough voice came from behind.

Han Qiang turned around and saw that it was a Young Master with a medium-cut hairstyle. There were a few followers behind him who were looking at him arrogantly.

Before and after his rebirth, he had seen a lot of people who looked down on others. He did not want to complicate things on the first day of school. He took a step to the side with a calm expression.

"A poor country bumpkin is quite tactful."

Zhong Dui curled his lips in disdain, pushed Han Qiang with force, and swaggered forward.

Han Qiang was too lazy to lower himself to the level of a brat like this. At this moment, the sound of rapid running came from behind, and then a black shadow flew past him.

The black shadow ran in front of Zhong Dui and said in a stern voice, "Zhou Tong, stop right there!"

Zhong Zi Zai Young Master said with a cheeky smile, "Bixiao miss me?"

Bixiao angrily said, "What do I miss you for! As a second-year senior, why would I bully a junior who just entered the school?"

"Bixiao?"2

Han Qiang vaguely felt that the name sounded familiar, but he did not think that he had heard it there before. He took a look at the beautiful woman's back at the same time.

She was wearing a black dress, about 1.75 meters tall. Her figure was not as impressive as Wang Na's, but her body was curvy and graceful. Her slender jade legs were white and straight and her two ponytails were lightly placed on her shoulders. From the view of her back, she was definitely a rare beauty.

Zhou Tong tightly furrowed his brows, "Sister Bixiao is not worth criticizing me for a country bumpkin, right?"

Bixiao proudly said, "Our Martial Arts Club is a chivalrous person. The one we hate the most is Young Master, who uses his power to bully others. Now obediently apologize to junior, or else don't blame me for being impolite!"

Zhou Tong laughed and said, "So what if I'm not polite? Dad spent a lot of money this semester to find four bodyguards for me."

Bixiao narrowed her eyes and looked at the four fellows behind him. There was a golden dragon badge on their chests. Her eyebrows furrowed. She raised her eyebrows, "With how much money you have, you can hire a few bodyguards to do whatever you want in the school, right? As usual, I'll see you in the stadium duels! "

Zhou Tong laughed wildly and said, "I've long wanted to teach you a lesson, this arrogant and domineering little girl. Don't blame me for being beaten until you're panting!"

"I hope you can still laugh later!"

Bixiao coldly snorted and turned around to pull Han Qiang's hand. "Student, come with me. I will make him apologize to you face to face later!"

Only then did Han Qiang see her face clearly. It was a fair oval face. Her two willowy eyebrows were curved and her bright eyes were like bright stars. She looked full of heroic spirit, but her small and delicate nose... Her pink cherry lips made people want to kiss her when they saw her.

Bixiao was slightly stunned when she saw Han Qiang's appearance, "Classmate, have we met somewhere before?"

Han Qiang thought about it carefully and did not seem to know such a beauty. He smiled and shook his head. "I don't think we have met before. Senior Sister, they just pushed me. They said something rude. Why don't we just forget about it? Don't let the fight affect you. "

Bixiao smiled happily and said, "You just came to school, so you still don't know the unwritten rules here, right?"

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