Chapter 951

"What are you planning to do by renting my shop?" The old man glanced at Qin Ning, saw her famous brand, and guessed that she might be Mrs. Fu opening a shop just for fun.

"Our wife wants to open a jewelry design studio and set up an exhibition area by the way. We have seen the shop next to it just now, and I heard that it is also yours. If possible, we would like to rent it together. This is the studio, then Next to it is the exhibition area, is that okay?" Zhang Jing asked for Qin Ning.

The old man didn't expect Qin Ning to have such a plan. There was a gleam in his seemingly cloudy eyes, and the corners of his mouth moved. After thinking for a few seconds, he asked again, "Is it just a joke?"

Seeing that the teacher's eyes were on her, Qin Ning shook her head firmly, and wrote on the phone: No.

"En. Have you inquired about my rules?" The old man's thin and white lips were straightened, and he deliberately put on a posture that was difficult to speak.

Qin Ning shook his head, and replied honestly on his mobile phone: I just came here today, so I don't know much about you.

"Well. Since I don't understand, let me talk about it first. I like ugly words first. If you can accept it, I will rent it to you. If you can't accept it, go to another business district. You can like this business district. All the shops are mine." The old man said, shaking the row of keys with his fingers proudly.

Ding Ling's clanging voice told Qin Ning that this was a local tyrant charterer.

"Okay, you say it. It's good to give courtesy first and then fight. We accept." Zhang Jing has a good attitude, after all, she is a professional secretary.

The old man still liked the attitudes of Zhang Jing and Qin Ning very much. He stroked his chin, walked around his row of flowers a few times, said with a smile, "My shop must have something to say. All of you The decoration must be in line with the purpose of green environmental protection. These flower pots must not die, and all of them must be in the shop."

"Ah?" Zhang Jing tilted her head, expressing that she couldn't accept it. This flower is not easy to grow.

"What? Don't dare to speak big words? Flowers, after raising them to death, I don't know how many pots you'll bring over again. You can always lie to me." The old man said deliberately, his eyes like torches.

"You can't lie." Qin Ning wrote four words on the phone, and then continued to send a message: "I can't raise them all. But I will work hard. If you believe it, leave it to us. If you don't believe it...we won't force it .”

The old man saw sincerity in Qin Ning's eyes, and he smiled, "Well, he is honest. I like honest and responsible children. Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. When Hua Yang dies, give me a good burial , let me know. Just send me the flower pot. This is a relaxed condition."

Qin Ning nodded, and she carefully observed the old man opposite. Noticing the wooden rattan bracelet on his wrist, she remembered a previous report that Mr. Yunhe, a florist living in seclusion in the city, seemed to like this kind of wooden rattan bracelet.

Tentatively, Qin Ning wrote on the phone: Mr. Yunhe?

Mr. Yunhe was taken aback, and stared at Qin Ning with an unclear expression, "You know me?"

He is very famous in the field of flower art, but few people in other industries, especially the circle of rich women, probably know him.

Qin Ning nodded, and continued to write on the mobile phone: I like your work of Shan Hua Bian Man.

"Hehe, have you seen my beautiful flowers?" Mr. Yunhe raised the corners of his lips and looked at Qin Ning curiously.

Qin Ning smiled, and quickly tapped the screen of the phone with her fingers: when the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she was smiling among the bushes. You lost her.