Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 116 Property Purchase
Nothing much to do, Yan Hui decided to go home and read.

It's only 9:30 in the morning. Yan Hui plans to watch until 11 o'clock, and then go to the restaurant where he had dinner the night before last.

Since this restaurant is owned by Mr. Teng and is quite upscale, Mr. Teng must eat here often, right? If I go there, I might just run into Mr. Teng.

Yan Hui's experience as a timber broker in Fengtian instilled in him a constant sense of confidence when facing clients, and he was never intimidated by General Manager Teng.

When Yan Hui got home, his cousin had just gotten up. He greeted him, "Brother, what do you want to eat? I'll go out and buy you something."

"I'm not eating anymore, I had a late-night snack last night, I'm not hungry. I'll just have lunch later." My cousin was still a little dazed.

"You need to take care of yourself," Yan Hui said with some concern.

"Normal!" Recalling what happened last night, my cousin felt much less sleepy. "Last night, I was so lucky! I played mahjong and got two flower kongs, and a pair of pairs in one hand! Jianye mahjong, do you know how to play? Oh, you definitely don't. Anyway, I won six or seven hundred last night!"

"That's amazing!" Yan Hui exclaimed.

"When luck comes, you can't stop it! I've noticed that ever since you came over these past few days, my luck has been pretty good! You don't know about last year... at the end of last year, I had such bad luck, even playing mahjong... sigh." My cousin sighed.

"My luck has turned around this year, brother," Yan Hui said, offering auspicious words.

"Yeah, my luck has turned around," my cousin said, starting to get dressed.

"Okay, brother, I'm going back to my room to read for a while. If you need anything, just page me." Yan Hui really wanted to read some storybooks.

"Okay, you go."

Yan Hui went back to his room and finally understood why his cousin couldn't save any money.

My cousin has a lot of friends, but saving money is really difficult for him. Eating out, singing karaoke, drinking, and playing mahjong not only cost money, but also waste a lot of time.

However, my cousin is happy to be able to discuss business this way, and he doesn't intend to interfere.

It took Yan Hui more than an hour to finally finish reading his copy of "Story Collection". He wanted to continue reading, but worried that he wouldn't have enough time, so he put the book away and walked to "Jinling Pavilion" owned by Boss Teng.

When Yan Hui arrived, it was lunchtime, and there were four or five tables of guests. As soon as Yan Hui sat down, a waiter ran over.

"Is Mr. Teng at your restaurant today?" Yan Hui asked directly, as if he were very familiar with Mr. Teng.

"Boss, our General Manager Teng doesn't usually come to the store, and he's not here today," the waiter replied. "I'm sorry, we can't reach him either."

"Okay, it's nothing, just asking." Yan Hui waved his hand. "Bring the menu over."

"Okay, okay." The waiter quickly brought over the menu.

Yan Hui ordered three dishes, costing over 100 yuan, and also a bowl of rice.

He had never been so extravagant to himself before, but it was necessary at this moment.

This was the best time Yan Hui had treated himself in years. He was alone, without worrying about what others thought, and savored the delicious food little by little.

We finished all three dishes and two bowls of rice.

After finishing their meal, Yan Hui went to pay the bill and asked, "Do you have a receipt?"

"Brother, the invoice will have to wait. Will a receipt be okay?" the cashier asked. These days, many companies accept receipts for reimbursement.

"OK, no problem."

"Okay, thank you, boss," the cashier said, and finished writing the receipt.

Yan Hui paid 135 yuan, but the receipt showed 190 yuan.

After taking the receipt, Yan Hui slowly left the restaurant.

Yan Hui wasn't in a hurry to find President Teng. If he insisted on seeing President Teng today, he would only end up being kicked out. His company wasn't even established yet, so there was no rush. He would figure something out once the company was established.

After eating and drinking his fill, Yan Hui took a walk back home. When he arrived at the timber market, he asked someone at the entrance about the company's establishment.

The common advice is to hire an agent; it won't cost more than 1000 yuan.

Yan Hui could accept this price, but before that, he needed to rent a storefront, just like his cousin.

According to my cousin, the storefront here costs 150 yuan a month, but it's best to rent it for a year. The rent can be paid every three months, which will make it easier to set up a company.

There are places in the market that specialize in renting houses. Yan Hui went there, had a brief talk, and rented a house that was relatively close to his cousin's place.

The price is fixed; there's no need to negotiate and it can't be negotiated. All that's left is to sign the contract.

"Do you have an ID card?" the staff member in charge of renting the apartment asked.

"Yes, I just got it when I went home for Chinese New Year this year." Yan Hui took out his ID card.

"Hmm, let me write this down." The staff member, who had copied down half of the information, suddenly noticed a problem, "Aren't you only turning 18 next month?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Can't minors rent rooms?" Yan Hui asked, somewhat puzzled.

Since he's about to turn 18, he's not worried about this issue. He can simply wait a month; it's not like he can't wait.

"It's okay, you can rent it, I've just never seen it before." The staff member nodded, collected Yan Hui's rent and deposit, and gave Yan Hui the contract. "Come on, I'll take you to see the house and give you the key. Remember to pay the rent in advance, otherwise I'll just lock the door."

"clear."

In less than half an hour, Yan Hui had his own room.

The location of this room is not very good, and it is difficult to attract individual customers directly by relying on the storefront. It is even more remote than his cousin's room, but Yan Hui doesn't care. As long as there is a place, it is fine. He doesn't rely on individual customers much anyway.

The room was completely empty. Yan Hui wandered around for a bit and bought two old chairs, a broken table, and a new tablecloth. Because it was a timber market, these kinds of secondhand wooden furniture were incredibly cheap; they were practically being thrown around everywhere.

Yan Hui spent another 25 yuan to buy a second-hand wooden single bed, and then bought a set of thin bedding.

If my cousin ever has trouble finding a place to stay, he'll have his own little house, and that'll be perfect!
Yan Hui didn't plan to hang up the signboard yet, as the company wasn't ready. But after thinking about it, he bought a large blackboard and wrote a lot of words on it.

"Connecting with resources from major forest farms in Northeast China, providing comprehensive sales and distribution services for all types of timber in the market, and offering explanations and assessments for all categories of timber."

After writing all that, Yan Hui wrote his surname and pager number on the back, and then hung it on the wall outside the door.

Although I don't expect individual travelers, I'll take whatever I can find.

Having settled everything, Yan Hui lay on his bed, feeling very peaceful.

He also has tea leaves he brought from his hometown, so he can drink tea here again in the future! He can also bring Su Jin over to play, drink tea and read together, since there are chairs and tables!

Um... never mind, it's a bit run-down.

However, no matter what, Yan Hui was very satisfied; this could be considered as buying a property!

Yan Hui wanted to write a letter to his family and friends, but he immediately gave up.

After finishing his meal and doing some light exercise, Yan Hui just wanted to lie down and rest for a while in his own private space.

Despite the continued noise in the market, Yan Hui felt a profound sense of peace.

At this moment, he had no worries whatsoever. He looked at the mottled ceiling and felt at ease, so he took a nap.

(End of this chapter)