Chapter 1081 Go to the City God Temple Again
After leaving the agency, Song Zijun came to the parking lot downstairs, opened the car door and got in.
She thought about it, picked up the phone and called Qin Wenchang in Hong Kong. The phone rang again and was picked up after a few rings.
Song Zijun told Qin Wenchang on the phone that she had just completed the company registration in Shanghai . The agency told her that the company could be registered in about a week at most. At the same time, she asked Qin Wenchang about the progress.
Qin Wenchang told Song Zijun that he had convinced his mother Ying Caixia, but his mother still had to find an opportunity to talk to his father Qin Zhengguo about this matter. This matter could not be rushed. But since Ying Caixia agreed, then there would not be too big a problem on Qin Zhengguo's side. Qin Wenchang could guarantee this.
However, Song Zijun still needs to wait patiently for some days, at least a week and at most half a month, and this matter will probably be settled. Once this matter is settled, he will fly to Shanghai to meet up with Song Zijun, and then start their own business together.
Song Zijun was very happy to hear the good news and said that they should hurry up with this matter. She also told Qin Wenchang that considering the company's structure, she felt it was necessary to register an offshore company abroad and then use this offshore company to control the domestic company.
Such business methods may be incomprehensible to ordinary people, but for people from a family like Qin Wenchang, Song Zijun immediately understood it. The two discussed it on the phone and decided that Song Zijun would be responsible for the domestic side, and Qin Wenchang would handle the offshore company registration in Hong Kong. After these things were done, Qin Wenchang would be able to come to Shanghai.
The call lasted for more than half an hour. After hanging up, Song Zijun was in a very good mood. She first visited the office today and just finished dealing with the company registration. There has also been progress on Qin Wenchang's side. Once Qin Wenchang comes to Shanghai, she can start her next plan.
However, Song Zijun was still thinking about another important matter, which was the company's next recruitment. Now that they had an office, the company registration would be completed soon. It was impossible for her and Qin Wenchang to be the only two people in the company by then, right? Besides, Qin Wenchang was still in Hong Kong and hadn't come yet.
People must be recruited. In addition to the basic company structure personnel, such as administration, finance, etc., some professional people are also needed. These include IT industry elites and people who understand the market, as well as media professionals.
Song Zijun thought about it and felt that it was easy to find ordinary employees, as it was nothing more than an open recruitment. However, it was more troublesome to find professionals, as she had no team at all, and even if she did recruit, she would not know the abilities of the people she recruited.
"First find a headhunting company to ask. If that doesn't work, then go find mom and Uncle Zhang Hao and poach a few people from them to try first. Hehehe, that's it!" Song Zijun had a quick mind and immediately thought of a solution.
Lin Yan works for an advertising company, which also has a special media project department. Her company is well-known in Shanghai and has many professionals. As for Zhang Hao, he is the godfather of the Internet. His fame and connections on the Internet are unmatched. It should not be difficult to ask him for help.
Thinking of this, Song Zijun smiled proudly, praised himself for being so smart, and drove away from the agency happily.
Driving forward, they soon arrived near the City God Temple. Song Zijun suddenly remembered that since he was going to ask his mother for help, he had to prepare some small gifts, right? However, Song Zijun knew Lin Yan's personality well. Her mother didn't like those luxury goods. If he bought gold and silver jewelry and bags, it would not only fail to please Lin Yan, but would make her complain.
Suddenly, Song Zijun remembered the old stuff he saw in the small shop behind the City God Temple last time, and thought that Lin Yan might like these things. He immediately turned left, found the parking lot, parked the car, and walked towards the small shops he had visited last time with familiarity.
Song Zijun had a good memory and found the place quickly.
She picked one of them and walked straight into the store. She first looked at the old things in the store and asked the owner directly if he had any authentic ones and not to fool her with those printed products that were produced later.
The shop owner nodded and said yes, and then he took out a big wooden box with a smile. After opening it, he found a lot of authentic old stuff. These things are only about 30 or 40 years old, but with the reform and development, not many of them can be preserved, let alone well preserved.
Song Zijun picked around and chose a few that looked good and asked the price. The shopkeeper directly quoted a price, and Song Zijun was immediately unhappy. She said that she wanted to buy it on purpose, but the price he quoted was not a bargain. Don't think that she is young and a little girl and can be easily deceived. She has friends here who are also doing business.
As he was talking, Song Zijun thought of the elder sister Wang Aiping whom he met last time, and he took out the card that Wang Aiping left for him from his bag and showed it to her. The boss saw it and scratched his head and chuckled, saying that since he had a friend who was also doing business nearby, then they were all family. He immediately changed his words and offered a realistic price. Although the price was a little high, Song Zijun did not bargain much. Business always has to make money. The store owner can't sell things without making money, right? He has to support his family. Besides, Song Zijun didn't lack such a small amount of money, but he didn't want people to treat him as a fool, so he just let the price be about right.
He paid the money readily and asked the owner to get a bag to pack the things. Song Zijun left happily with the things in his hands.
After leaving the store, Song Zijun walked towards the parking lot. Halfway there, he looked towards the small commodity street not far away. After thinking about it, he changed direction and went there. Since he was here today, and he had just bargained with the boss in the name of Wang Aiping, and he still owed Wang Aiping a favor last time, he would have nothing to do later, so he might as well go to Wang Aiping's stall and say hello to her.
Song Zijun has been to the City God Temple several times, the most recent one was the last time, which was also the time when she went to the Confucian Temple behind to buy a lot of books. Before that, it was when they were children, when Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan brought Song Yangming and Song Zijun here. Although the City God Temple was also very lively at that time, there were fewer people than now, and the small commodity street here was not yet established. Although there were some stalls, the things sold were very ordinary things.
But now it is different. It is no exaggeration to say that the small commodity street is now crowded with people. This is because the popularity of the small commodity street has declined slightly in recent years with the rise of online shopping. If it were a few years ago, around 2000, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the popularity here was overwhelming.
It was Song Zijun's first time to visit the small commodity street. It was a rare experience to squeeze in the crowd and watch the flow of people. There were all kinds of small commodities here, some of which Song Zijun had never seen before. She asked about the prices while shopping. She had to admit that the prices here were indeed cheap, but unfortunately there were not many retail stores, most of them were wholesale, and Song Zijun didn't need many of the things, so she didn't buy them.
Wang Aiping's stall was further inside, so Song Zijun asked someone and followed them in the direction she pointed, squeezing in until she finally got inside after sweating all over.
His eyes wandered around the stalls, paying attention to the number plates hanging above them. It took Song Zijun some time to finally find the place, and he saw Wang Aiping busy at the stall.
Wang Aiping's stall is not big. In fact, all the stalls here are similar. The slightly larger ones are only about two meters wide, and the smaller ones are less than 1.5 meters wide. The goods for sale are placed on the stall, and there are ropes tied at both ends above the stall, with various goods hanging on them.
The stall owners are all behind the stalls, with several woven bags beside them, which are bulging with goods. Every day when they open for business, they will take out the samples of goods from the woven bags and place them on the stalls one by one, and then they will wait inside to greet the customers. The customers select the goods, negotiate the price, and then take out the required goods from the woven bags to complete the transaction.
Of course, if the customer needs more, that's fine. Generally speaking, the stall owners here have stock in stock, and they just need to spend some time to find the stock from the public warehouse and give it to the customer. Even if the stock is insufficient, the stall owners can privately adjust it, take some of the same goods from other stalls and give them to the customer first, and then after the transaction is completed, the two parties can communicate privately and share part of the profit with the stall owner who adjusted the goods.
This kind of business model is very common in small commodity streets, and the communication and mutual care between stall owners are also harmonious. Everyone is doing this kind of business, and it is not easy. Helping others is also helping yourself, so it has become a kind of industry practice.
Of course, there are also unreliable stall owners who like to take advantage of others, but such stall owners will often be ostracized by everyone and will definitely not be able to work in such a place for long.
In fact, this model also existed on Maiyang Road in the past. It was originally formed on Maiyang Road. Later, after the small commodity street here gradually took shape, this model was also brought over from Maiyang Road.
Wang Aiping's stall sells jewelry, including headdresses and some accessories. The items are very beautiful and look shiny from a distance, but in fact, these items are basically very cheap things, made of ordinary plastic, with a layer of metal-like paint on them.
When Song Zijun arrived , Wang Aiping was bargaining with a customer. After gesturing for a long time, the two finally agreed on a price. Then they exchanged money and goods. Wang Aiping counted the number of headwear in a package and showed the goods to the other party for inspection. After looking at them, the other party smiled and nodded, then picked up the things and left Wang Aiping's stall.
"Come again next time!" Wang Aiping greeted the departing customers with a smile and tidied up the stall which had been messed up by the transaction just now. While tidying up, she felt someone coming to her stall again.
"Hello, what would you like to buy? The jewelry here is pretty good, with all kinds of them. They're perfect for little girls. The price is not expensive. The minimum order is thirty pieces, and mixed orders are possible. Would you like to take a look?" Wang Aiping said quickly while sorting things out.
It seems that she has said these words countless times every day, and she speaks fluently. Song Zijun leaned over to look at the accessories carefully, and smiled as she looked at them: "Sister Wang, I didn't expect that the things you have here are really beautiful..."
Wang Aiping was slightly stunned and looked up at Song Zijun. When she saw Song Zijun's face clearly, she hesitated a little, as if she was recalling who this girl was. She felt that she looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
"Sister Wang, don't you recognize me? Last time at the Confucian Temple, I bought a lot of books and they were hard to carry, so you helped me take them to the parking lot..." Song Zijun said while gesturing.
"Oh! It's you, little sister!" Wang Aiping suddenly remembered and smiled.
