After Qi Yun put away the contract, he went around asking the shops again to make sure there were no other stores for rent, then took a taxi home.
Although he regretted not winning the Ming Dynasty porcelain bowl today, successfully renting two shops was still a gain.
He planned to leave those two shops there for the time being. Once the city hospital put up its sign, the rent for that area would naturally rise, and he could sublease it directly, which should bring in a stable few tens of thousands every month.
It was not yet dark, and Qi Yun bought some fresh ingredients from the supermarket at the door. Upon reaching home, he started preparing dinner.
In no time, a table full of aromatic dishes was ready.
Qi Yun was about to call Nuannuan and Zhao Qing to eat when Liu Meng's phone call came through.
"Old Qi, all the goods have been delivered, and there's over eight hundred yuan left. I'll transfer it to you on WeChat later."
