Chapter 913: Long Blessed Ancestor (29)
Zhou Ye thought for a moment, then looked back at him with a slightly serious look on his face.
"Not yet, but soon."
"Good boy, are you trying to force me?"
Zhou Ye opened the door and walked outside. The thunderous sound of music came. Zhang Ping didn't hear what she said clearly. He saw her mouth move and then she closed the door and left.
After a while, the manager opened the door and came in, throwing a card on the table.
"Boss, this is what the boss on the bar street sent me. He said he wanted to talk to you about the acquisition."
Zhang Ping held a cigarette in his mouth, puffed out a smoke ring leisurely, sat on the table and picked up the card on it.
"Ao Wu."
He shook the cigarette in his hand, shook the ashes directly onto the card, glanced at the manager, and asked casually.
"Why, isn't it enough that he has a store on one street? Does he also want to buy the entire city's bars?"
The manager chuckled.
"Boss, you can listen to the price he offered. I personally think it is very high. This deal is quite a bargain."
"What a bargain! What? Do you want to change your boss?"
The manager shook his head quickly and did not dare to say anything.
The price the other party offered just now can be considered a sky-high price. It is more than three times higher than the market price of this bar. After changing hands, you can make a lot of money by opening another one.
The other boss is not short of money. If it had been anyone else, he would have accepted it without hesitation.
Zhang Ping is a special case. Although the bar on West Street is profitable, he will never make the price he asked for.
The manager walked out angrily. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhou Ye coming out of the bathroom.
"Hello, Sister Zhou, why are you going back so early today?"
"Something's wrong."
"By the way, sister, have you heard that the owner of a street wants to buy our bar?"
Zhou Ye raised his eyebrows.
She was familiar with the bar street. She had worked there for a month. "What did Zhang Ping say?"
"Brother Ping won't agree, but they made this number! With so much money, we can open three bars like ours!"
The manager raised five fingers with a regretful and exaggerated expression.
Zhou Ye smiled, took the tissue handed over by the manager, wiped his hands and threw it back into his arms.
"It's no use telling me about this, let's go."
Although Zhou Ye was a shareholder, she didn't do anything. The manager knew it was useless to talk to her, so he could only feel sorry in vain.
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In the past, Zhouye always walked back alone.
It was raining outside today, the weather was not good, and there was another person around, so Zhou Ye took a taxi in front of the bar.
Sitting in this closed compartment, the man's long legs were a bit difficult to stretch, and the smell in the compartment was not good. Jun Qian pursed his lips and looked at the dark sky outside.
"What is that."
Suddenly, the man who had always been silent raised his hand and pointed his long, fair fingers through the glass at the row of out-of-service subways outside the window.
The driver raised his eyes through the rearview mirror and looked at the man and woman sitting in the back.
Zhou Ye looked over with his chin propped up, his voice flat and a little hoarse and tired.
"Subway."
"What is it for?"
"Carrying people is the same as the car you are riding in now."
Zhou Ye looked sideways at him, with a bit of curiosity in his eyes.
"Where are you from?"
Like an old antique who never leaves the front door or steps forward, he doesn’t know anything.
(End of chapter)