Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

The boss was stunned by Song Paner's words.

She really didn't expect that such an older child would talk about renting a shop.

"Are you asking for your elders?" the boss asked tentatively.

In order not to add unnecessary explanations, Song Paner gave a direct answer in the affirmative.

"Um"

The boss then had an expression on his face that said it was right.

"Little girl, my shop is only for sale, not for rent."

The boss refused without hesitation.

Song Pan'er felt a little upset when she heard that they didn't want to rent it out, so she asked reluctantly:

"Then, how do you sell your shop?"

"The price is 80,000 yuan."

The boss took off the apron around his waist and thought that he was almost done with it, so he sent the child away. After a while, she locked the door and went home.

Song Pan'er calculated in her mind that if the asking price was 80,000, then if she wanted to win it, she would have to pay at least 76,700. Her little savings was really not enough.

"What's the lowest price?"

Song Pan'er asked tentatively again.

The boss thought for a while and said, "If your family can pay me 30,000 yuan first, we will transfer the ownership after one month, no, half a month later. I can give you 78,000 yuan."

The boss's words instantly alerted Song Pan'er. Why didn't you just hand over the money and transfer the property? What's wrong with this house?

The boss may also feel that her saying this will make others suspicious. He quickly explained:

"I bought this shop with a loan, and I still owe the bank more than 30,000 yuan. If your family gives me an advance, I won't have to borrow money to repay the loan."

It turned out to be the case, the reason was very reasonable, and Song Paner felt relieved.

However, a loan from a bank? Not only big manufacturers can get loans, but your small cake shop can also get loans?

Song Pan'er thought of this and asked directly.

“Can I get a loan to open a store by myself?”

The boss is very patient. She also has a daughter who is about the same age as Song Paner. She is asked a hundred thousand questions every day. She is immune to all kinds of questions.

Explained: "Personal loans were allowed a few years ago, as long as you have something to mortgage. Banks are quite supportive, and the interest rates are not as high as deposits, so they are very cheap."

Song Pan'er's heart moved. She was a person with a real estate capital, so she could also get a mortgage loan!

Suddenly, the problem that had troubled her for a long time was solved.

Money was no longer an issue, so Song Paner started negotiating the price again.

"But my grandma said that my family only has 77,000 yuan, and I can't even afford your 78,000 yuan."

The boss's heart moved, this kid is just a kid, he has a big mouth, and he has revealed all his family background.

"Seventy-seven thousand is not negotiable. If it can be settled this month, then I will sell it to your family for seventy-seven."

She is anxious to cash out this shop, and also wants to build a store on Central Street and open a cake shop.

This thousand and eight hundred tossing back and forth can't be done to delay her making money.

Song Pan'er bit her mouth and said, "Okay, do you have a phone at home? I'll think about it when I get home, and then I'll call you."

"Yes, please note the number."

The female boss didn't care about the ambiguity in Song Pan'er's words and read out the phone number directly.

Song Pan'er took off the schoolbag she was carrying, took out the phone book inside, flipped through two or three pages, and wrote down the phone number of the cake shop owner on the last line.

After leaving the cake shop, Song Paner went straight to the bank.

At the credit window, I asked about the loan process in detail.

This question brought up a new question - one must be over 18 years old to take out a loan.

However, this problem is easy to solve. Just transfer the new house she bought two days ago to her grandma's name and get a loan in her grandma's name.

After solving the big problem of money, Song Pan'er relaxed and happily took the car to look for her breast again.

The autumn wind picked up the fallen leaves on the street and swirled them into the distance.

Mrs. Qian folded her arms and sat on a small bench, staring longingly at the passers-by, but still no one stopped to trap her.

When Song Paner arrived, he saw such a scene.

"Milk~"

Song Pan'er opened her mouth and shouted.

Mrs. Qian turned around and saw her coming, and immediately smiled.

"Did you get your things back? Are you hungry? I just bought you a piece of corn, here it is!"

Mrs. Qian stood up on her calves, went to the small cloth bag next to her, and took out a tightly wrapped piece of corn.

Song Pan'er took the corn, opened it and took a big bite. It was so sweet!

After gnawing the corn cleanly, Song Paner started to act like a monster.

"Nai, let's take a photo together!"

Mrs. Qian took the cornstarch in her hand and replied without thinking, "Go ahead."

Throwing the corn kernels into the trash can, he sighed: "Granddaughter, you can chew it cleaner than our Panpan family."

Song Pan'er got her approval and quickly started to close the stall.

The old lady Qian panicked after throwing away the garbage, "Hey, granddaughter, why are you closing the stall?"

While closing the stall, Song Pan'er said, "Let's go take a photo. Let's take a group photo."

"Oh, I'll go there someday when I have free time, the store hasn't opened yet today!"

Mrs. Qian said while holding her hand.

Song Pan'er let her take away the statue of the God of Wealth in her arms. After she put the statue on the ground, she threw a bomb.

"Nai, please stop the stall!"

"I want to buy the small shop in front of my school and open a small shop. Then you can help me look after the shop."

Mrs. Qian was stunned, "This... this stall can still make more than ten yuan a day. It's a pity to stop. And you still have money to buy a shop?"

Mrs. Qian didn't object to helping her look after the store. For the rest of her life, the old woman would just hang around her granddaughter. She would do whatever she asked her to do.

"No, but I want you to borrow money from the bank."

Mrs. Qian didn't understand what Song Pan'er said, and asked a little confused:

"Then the bank doesn't recognize me, so I borrowed my milk from them, so they can lend it to me!"

"Nai, just use our newly bought house as a mortgage. We won't set up a stall anymore and it will be exposed to the weather. From now on, we can just sit at home and look after the shop."

After Song Pan'er finished speaking, she glanced at the trap stall opposite the overpass, rolled her eyes, and realized her plan.

I saw her gathering the ornaments on the ground into two piles, and the God of Wealth took them out individually and put them in the bag behind her.

He yelled at the top of his lungs:

"We are selling ornaments~ Ring ornaments are two yuan each! You can pick whatever you like~"

"It's a yellow stall! Let's clear the stall of the ornaments~ You can make money if you buy them."

......

Before Song Pan'er could shout a few times, as soon as she heard that someone was taking advantage of her, passers-by stopped one after another, wanting to pick two pieces to take home and put on display.

The people who were setting traps on the other side of the overpass also ran over when they saw the excitement here.

"Hey, uncle, if you hold that in your hand, I paid twelve and a half yuan for it. You've made a lot of money."

"Sister, I gave you fifty cents for that flower. Or if you buy other ornaments, I will give you this flower."

"Isn't this more appropriate than a trap? What does a trap mean when you read it backwards? It's a trap. You can't get anything by spending money, so thank you!"

Song Pan'er sells things with ease while doing mischief.

The lady collecting the money looked very happy.

"Little boss, aren't you here to set up a trap stall? Is it also a trap?"

A middle-aged man with a clearer mind and faster reaction asked directly.

Song Paner took a look, hey! Why do you want to dismantle my station?

"Uncle, isn't this my conscience? Now I give you this much cheaper money as an apology.

You are always discerning, and the one in your hand is the third most expensive ornament in this stall. "

After saying that, he added casually: "There are two more expensive ones than yours. Let's see who can get this bargain."

A man can bend and stretch, but a small vendor is weak while you are strong.

Song Pan'er acted according to the situation and fought with this group of people.

When the crowd dispersed, Song Paner's stall was also empty, leaving Mrs. Qian with more than two hundred yuan in her hand.

Song Paner even gave away all those circles. Let them go home and practice their skills, and look forward to going to the opposite store to do more tricks in the future.

Seeing everyone running towards Song Pan'er, the stall owner opposite yelled angrily.

But no matter how harsh his scolding was, Song Pan'er and his grandson would not be able to hear it.

Because the two of them had more than 200 yuan in their pockets, they hugged the God of Wealth and happily went to take pictures.