After hearing Wu Chuanqin's words, Qiao Guilin also sighed, obviously a little worried.

Qiao Muyue said comfortingly: "Don't worry, even if the same seller sells buns, can our buns still lose to the other party? And we have the support of old customers!"

Wu Chuanqin's face improved a lot after hearing this. Their steamed buns are indeed more delicious than others. I don't know if it's because of her good craftsmanship and good seasoning. With the same ingredients and seasonings, her steamed buns taste better than others.

Many customers had said this before. At first, she thought it was because the customers were cheering for her and saying good things. But as she said more, she became a little suspicious, so she went to the next street to buy some buns from several bun shops and ate them. Sure enough, they tasted better than hers.

Much worse.

The meat buns are not as tender as hers, and the vegetable buns are not as refreshing as hers, so their business has always been very good.

Moreover, because of the last incident of smashing up a store and being wrongly accused of having a rat, people from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Health Bureau took the lead in buying steamed buns. In addition, the mall posted special announcements to explain, and there were onlookers who spread the word everywhere, making the business even more lively recently.

Thinking of this, Wu Chuanqin felt a little relieved.

Qiao Muyue comforted her parents for a few words, then looked at her father who was cleaning the table at the side, stepped forward and asked tentatively: "Dad!"

Qiao Guilin turned around and saw his daughter looking at him nervously. He was a little surprised, put down the rag and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Muyue thought for a while, and prepared to ask in a roundabout way: "The Baozi shop is so busy, and the land at home is also busy, can you stop doing the work in the lumber factory?"

Hu Lingling's threats made Qiao Muyue have to consider this, and she originally didn't approve of her father working as a temporary worker in the lumber factory. It was too hard and tiring and there was no benefit at all.

Qiao Guilin sat down, and then sighed: "Actually, your dad and I also know that the Baozi shop is doing well. The money earned in one day is equal to my monthly salary in the lumber factory. But no matter what, the lumber factory is an iron rice bowl. This Baozi

The shop might not be able to open one day..."

Qiao Muyue had a headache. This idea of ​​an iron rice bowl has been ingrained into the thinking of older generations like your parents. Previously, Liu Xiaoqin's parents also believed that the quota for formal workers in the lumber factory was an iron rice bowl. They hoped that Liu Xiaoqin would inherit it, and later Qiao Muyue.

Mu Yue and Liu Xiaoqin worked hard to persuade them to sell this spot, but it was because Liu Xiaoqin's second uncle had been coveting this spot, so her father simply sold it.

But it was difficult to explain to her father. She had tried to persuade her many times, but she still couldn't change their iron rice bowl mentality.

Qiao Muyue couldn't remember whether the original book said when the lumber factory closed down, workers were laid off, and the iron rice bowl was not iron-clad, but in her impression, this kind of thing should happen soon, because it is the inevitable outcome of history.

, but it hasn’t happened yet, and she can’t convince her father.

Looking at her father's attitude, Qiao Muyue obviously knew that persuasion was useless, so let's see what Hu Lingling would do first. To be honest, if Hu Lingling could get her father fired, Qiao Muyue would actually be happy to see it, because the wood

They really don't like the temporary workers in the factory.

Qiao Muyue couldn't persuade her, and she wasn't about to persuade her anymore. At this moment, from the corner of her eye, she saw Manager Yang flashing past the door of the store. She raised her eyebrows, then stood up and walked out.

Sure enough, I saw Manager Yang looking this way not far away. After seeing her, Manager Yang signaled with his eyes and then walked into a small alley next to the pedestrian street.

Qiao Muyue looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. She walked over quickly and entered the alley.

As expected, Manager Yang was already waiting in the alley. After seeing Qiao Muyue, Manager Yang came over with a smile: "Miss Qiao!"

Qiao Muyue took a few steps forward: "Is there something wrong with Manager Yang?"

Manager Yang took out a folded document from his pocket: "This is the contract signed between the Wu family and our shopping mall. The store is opposite you!"

Qiao Muyue was stunned: "My grandpa's house?"

Manager Yang nodded: "I'm very sorry! The people below don't know your situation and make the decision privately!"

As he spoke, he handed the contract to Qiao Muyue. Qiao Muyue took the contract and saw the signature on it. It was her grandfather's name, and the contract period was three years.

Manager Yang took out another document: "This is the sales contract for this store. It has been assigned to your name, Miss Qiao!"

When Manager Yang learned that the store was rented by the Wu family, he was shocked. He was afraid of offending Miss Qiao, who even the boss was afraid of, so he called the boss directly, and the boss asked him to move the store to Qiao Muyue.

under the name.

When Qiao Muyue heard what Manager Yang said, she was obviously stunned for a moment. Then she realized that it was obviously not Manager Yang who could make the decision to buy or sell the store. It should be Song Wanwan who had made the decision.

She took over the contract, which changed the owner of the store to her name, and registered it with the Housing Authority.

"The boss said that this store has been given to Miss Qiao, and Miss Qiao can do whatever she wants, or let them go out of business!"

Manager Yang said.

Qiao Muyue shook her head: "If they want to open a bun shop, they can open it. If they don't fulfill the contract with them, they will have to pay them money, so let them open a bun shop and see if their bun shop can make money...

"

Manager Yang doesn't care what Qiao Muyue does with the Wu family's store. He just wants to see if Qiao Muyue is angry. Now that she looks okay, it's obvious that the matter has passed.

"Is there anything you can do, Miss Qiao? I'll go back first!"

Qiao Muyue nodded: "Sorry, Manager Yang!"

Manager Yang quickly said he was polite and then exited the alley.

Qiao Muyue put away the real estate certificate and rental agreement and followed them out of the yard.

There was still business at the bun shop in the evening, so Qiao Muyue went back first. Because classes were starting now, Qiao Muyue took the initiative to live in the courtyard in the town. Wu Chuanqin and Qiao Guilin naturally agreed, and the couple also planned to live in the courtyard.

In their words, since they have to live in a rented house, Qiao Muyue has not yet told them that she bought the courtyard house.

When she arrived at the door of the courtyard, she saw a familiar person standing at the door. Qiao Muyue took a closer look and saw that it was Lao Ma.

There were several cigarette butts at Lao Ma's feet. It was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time. Qiao Muyue took a few steps quickly and said, "Uncle Ma, why are you here?"

She was still grateful to Lao Ma. It was through Lao Ma that she found Wen Qiang in Shenzhen City. Although her brother was ultimately rescued by Song Yuzhi and the others, Wen Qiang did do her part.

If he hadn't seen Wen Qiang, then Grandma Wu would have been in danger, and Tang Zewen was definitely responsible for protecting his brother from behind, so Lao Ma's side was responsible for all this.

When Lao Ma saw Qiao Muyue, he immediately laughed: "Miss Qiao! You are finally back!"
Chapter completed!