After rebirth, I became a great master

Chapter 104 Changxing Publishing House

Zhou Haoran did not go home during this weekend.

Because he has a mission.

We are going to the Red House Teahouse on the Bund.

I don’t know what the situation is.

It always feels mysterious.

It seems to be a business that has been passed down for hundreds of years, but it has been singing a dirge in the new era.

This time I'm going to find out!
Now that he is familiar with the road, Zhou Haoran can further experience the environment of the Bund.

There are large-scale infrastructure projects everywhere.

The newspaper also said that the policy on the harbor side is a large-scale demolition of millions of people, which almost means that everyone living on the Bund will be relocated!

This can also be seen from the geographical location.

For example, the location of the Red Mansion Teahouse.

This is the north side of Pujiang Hotel.

Located on the riverside.

You can overlook the river view, the location is better than Lujiazui!
In the future, luxury apartments will be built here.

Any large luxury apartment would cost over 100 million yuan.

How can this be a place for ordinary people?

Ordinary people, small households, and small vendors must all move away.

Grandpa Zhang also revealed this before.

The Red Mansion Teahouse also needs to move.

It is even unknown whether this teahouse, which is doing poorly, can continue to exist in the future.

This was Zhou Haoran’s second time stepping into the teahouse.

I found that business was still bleak.

No one.

Only the lively little girl from last time stuck her head out, exclaimed "Ah!" and excitedly shouted upstairs: "Grandpa, Mr. Zhou is here!"

Then, the little girl came skipping over, raised her delicate face, and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, please come upstairs quickly. The guests have been here for over an hour and are talking to my grandfather."

Zhou Haoran asked: "Who is the guest?"

"what?"

The little girl's face wrinkled into a bitter one.

Zhou Haoran quickly changed his tone and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Wei Jiaqing."

The little girl squinted her eyes mischievously.

"Ok?"

Zhou Haoran was slightly stunned.

The last time I came here, the old man had already said that his name was Liu Zhengyue and his surname was Liu.

But this little girl's surname is Wei.

Aren’t these grandparents?
Zhou Haoran followed the little girl upstairs.

From a distance, he spotted Old Man Liu Zhengyue, standing up from the tea table against the wall and bowing. Next to him, a middle-aged man in his forties stood up and looked startled when he saw Zhou Haoran.

Zhou Haoran smiled and bowed, "Is the old man in good health?"

"Thanks to you!" Liu Zhengyue smiled and pointed to the man next to him, "This is our client today, the owner of Changxing Publishing House, Li Changxing."

Zhou Haoran felt a little awkward, not knowing whether to shake hands or bow. He could only wait and see what would happen. He first looked at the other party's attitude and said with a smile, "So it's Boss Li. Nice to meet you."

"You are..." Li Changxing seemed unable to believe his eyes, "Are you Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Haoran smiled and said, "I am Zhou Haoran."

Li Changxing looked at Liu Zhengyue next to him, distrust in his eyes, "Old man, who is in charge?"

Liu Zhengyue said calmly: "That's right!"

Li Changxing said worriedly, "This Mr. Zhou is too young."

"Ok?"

Liu Zhengyue narrowed his eyes, releasing a cold and fierce look like an eagle.

Li Changxing was so frightened that he took two steps back, his face turning pale.

Zhou Haoran was also shocked.

This old man Liu looked to be in his sixties or seventies... Judging from his age, he also lived through the Republican era. Just that look was enough to prove that he was also someone who had been around on Huangpu Beach.

Liu Zhengyue said coldly, "Sir, that's right, sir!" Li Changxing was almost crying, "Old man, this matter is very difficult for me. I'd better ask Mr. Wei to help! If it can't be resolved quickly, my family won't be able to survive!"

"Then die."

Liu Zhengyue waved his hand and spoke cruelly.

"No, no, that's not what I meant..." Li Changxing's expression changed drastically. He quickly lowered his posture and bowed deeply to Zhou Haoran at a ninety-degree angle. "Hello, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Haoran was a little overwhelmed and could only respond simply, "Boss Li, you are too polite."

Li Changxing said repeatedly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, thank you for your understanding."

Zhou Haoran smiled and said, "I am young to begin with. Boss Li is right."

Seeing that he wasn't angry, Mr. Liu invited him, "Then let's sit down and talk?"

"Sit down and talk!" Zhou Haoran readily agreed. Noticing Li Changxing's discomfort, he warmly greeted him. "Boss Li, let's chat... To be honest, I'm completely confused right now. I don't understand anything."

Li Changxing glanced at the old man.

Seeing that he had no objection, she pulled up a chair, sat down at the bottom, and took the initiative to pour tea.

Zhou Haoran smiled without saying anything.

He found that the job that Grandpa Zhang asked him to do seemed quite respectable!

This Li Changxing is, after all, the owner of a publishing house!
There should be at least hundreds of thousands, right?

That attitude is as humble as it can be.

Old Master Liu Zhengyue seemed to really look down on Li Changxing. His expression was cold and indifferent. "Tell Mr. Zhou what's going on."

Li Changxing was about to take a sip of tea when he heard this. Before the cup even reached his lips, he put it down again and said bitterly, "Mr. Zhou, you must save me!"

Zhou Haoran smiled, "Boss Li, can you tell me more slowly? Is your business encountering difficulties?"

"Hmm! It's too difficult!" Li Changxing sighed. "Sixty years ago, my grandfather opened a publishing house in Haigang. He printed works by Lu Xun, Hu Shi, and Lao She, as well as translated works by some foreign writers."

Zhou Haoran nodded, "Then the family fell into poverty."

Li Changxing sighed, "More than a decade ago, the policy opened up, allowing individuals to start businesses again. My grandfather wanted to reopen the publishing house. But there were no good opportunities, and until my grandfather passed away, the publishing house was never established. It's a huge regret."

Zhou Haoran felt the same way, "What a pity, a grain of sand in the era is like a mountain on everyone's shoulders."

Li Changxing almost burst into tears when he heard this. "This is my grandfather's greatest wish in his life!"

Zhou Haoran comforted, "Just do your best."

Li Changxing said: "In 92, a wave of people starting their own businesses emerged across the country. I took a leave of absence from my job and decided to fulfill my grandfather's dying wish!"

Zhou Haoran said: "So you founded Changxing Publishing House."

"Yes, I borrowed from all my relatives and raised tens of thousands of yuan." Li Changxing was melancholy when talking about this. "In the beginning, things were going well. The scale kept growing, and the factory was also constantly expanding."

Zhou Haoran understood immediately, "Development is too fast, and the cash flow is cut off?"

Li Changxing saw his discerning eyes and felt a surge of hope. "It's true that the cash flow has been cut off, but it's not because of rapid development. It's because some booksellers are holding back on payments."

Zhou Haoran hit the nail on the head and asked, "Is it a first-come, first-served model?"

Li Changxing had not expected Mr. Zhou's level to be so high. His hope was greatly increased, and he said excitedly: "Mr. Zhou, your summary is very good. It's just like what you said, first come out and then conclude."

Zhou Haoran was all too familiar with this. "Is the pressure on the publishing house coming from the workers' wages?"

"Correct."

"Is there a bank?"

"Also."

Li Changxing smiled bitterly.

Zhou Haoran thought this was normal and asked, "How much is the loan?"

Li Changxing said: "120 million."

Zhou Haoran frowned slightly, "That's a lot!"

Li Changxing said tearfully, "I was too greedy and accepted a large order. I thought I could expand my publishing house from then on, but I didn't expect that this large order would crush me."

"Well, I see."

Zhou Haoran was not in a hurry. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Li Changxing was anxious and panicked, his eyes filled with endless hope. He leaned forward and asked pleadingly, "Mr. Zhou, is there any hope? If you can save me, I'm willing to double my commission... no, triple it!"

"commission?"

Zhou Haoran was still unclear about the nature of the help he was going to provide.

I didn't expect there would be a commission.

Mr. Liu Zhengyue, standing nearby, added with a smile, "The industry rule is a 10% commission. It's an old tradition."

"One cheng" is a term used in the past.

In terms of current intermediary concepts, it means a 10% commission.

(End of this chapter)