The clean Qingshiban road is dominated by the central trunk road of Hongmen village and supplemented by other hutongs. It has been expanded into an extended posture of lotus in full bloom.

On each path, after cleaning the garbage, stones and soil after decoration, they are as clean as the petals of early spring after March, as if they still have a taste of spring, which makes people relaxed and happy.

On both sides of this commercial street, whether it is an integrated two-story small building with a large area or a small door and face with a single family extending longitudinally, it has a unified retro decorative style.

The rain proof cornices are all paved with green tiles with four corners facing upward, coupled with the blue gray wall to whitewash, and the bottom edge of the red wall constitutes a restoration of the old city thousands of years ago decorated with brand-new modern materials.

Such a structure is quite like a well preserved historical site. After being renovated, it is displayed in front of people.

With a strong heritage of Hutong Culture, it makes people feel very friendly to see their neighbors.

Even if this street is not rented as a commercial street, this smell alone can make foreigners who see this style on the Internet sharpen their heads and drill here.

Everyone is satisfied with the current situation of Hongmen village.

As soon as Gu Zheng entered the construction site, a cigarette gun on one side hugged him on the shoulder and told him that he was the largest landlord in Hongmen village.

"Wait, brother yangun, can we talk about our plan another day? Little brother, I have something to do today."

"What can be more important than our house?"

"I saved a little money and wanted to buy a car for transportation. The school is too far away, one in the South and one in the north."

"Oh, it's easy to do. If you trust your brother, you'll solve the industrial planning with me first. As for the car, I'll arrange it for you."

Having said that, Gu Zheng must give face. He nodded and returned, "let's go and have a look first."

"Come with me."

When it comes to the design of his cigarette gun, the man gets excited.

And the neighbors who had been busy all day around also made fun of it.

When everyone came to the center of Lianhua street, they found that the place like the lotus heart of petals had been made into a large booth for folk industry according to Gu Zheng's design.

This booth is like a small maze with rings. First, there are commodity exhibitions such as cricket fighting, Starling breeding, and affiliated industries such as cricket jar and cricket basin, and then evolved into cockfighting, dog fighting, and products derived from these industries.

On the left and right of these platforms, there are detailed explanations of relevant historical materials. With these small shops, it has become a comprehensive souvenir business circle of folk culture integrating on-site demonstration, graphic interpretation and.

People who let Gu Zheng get used to doing small business like this marvel at the application of what he has learned.

"OK, brother smoker, you're good at it."

"It can not only let the guests shopping here understand the unknown side left by our Hutong Culture, but also attract the active participation of many old people who already have the cultural feelings of the capital."

"Also, you are really going to make a stage for those old people?"

"Every weekend is a free time for external performances?"

"You are so generous."

The cigarette gun praised by Gu Zheng was not moved at all. He just lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and sprayed the faint smoke in his lungs out of his nostrils. "Brother, I also want to contribute some strength and popularity to the business of the neighborhood," he said in an understatement

"There's nothing else. Your smoking gun brother me. I'm poor only in house and land."

Gu Zheng's mouth was crooked when he said this.

Invisible force is too deadly!

However, this is the confidence of the big landlords. When Gu Zheng turned his white eyes into black, they finally saw the industrial shops around the smoking gun.

As the chief designer of the street, Gu Zheng was naturally invited to participate in the ribbon cutting ceremony when the street was completed, which was more to let the old street people in this area know that even if the street is completely new, their neighborhood feelings can not be forgotten.

With the enthusiasm of many people, Gu Zheng finally stepped into the golden cup express of brother yangun. This van, which pulls people and goods, together with Huang Haitao, went to the Huaxiang motor vehicle trading market in the South Fourth Ring Road.

This is in the car trading market near the Fourth Ring Road, not far from them. But on this day, Gu Zheng looked up and saw that the sales companies in the trading market should lock their doors and get off work, right?

As if he saw Gu Zheng's question, the cigarette gun driving in front of him with a cigarette in his mouth returned: "don't worry, there are so many kinds of old men in Beijing who buy cars."

"I don't have to buy that bitch's chirping brand. If BAIC group hadn't been forced to stop production for no reason, brother, I would recommend you to buy that brand of car."

"Let's just run one more shop and see what's suitable for you."

"Say one more thing, can't we buy Japanese and Korean?"

Gu Zheng, who was deprived of his autonomy behind the car, didn't care. He was just a substitute. He didn't know what he said.

If we say that the flower Town is really not far from Hongmen village, we can get there after a few people chat.

The area occupied by the motor vehicle trading market is really large. In addition, due to the richer place in Nancheng, the second-hand car trading market in the capital city has also been incorporated into Huaxiang.

It's already evening. All kinds of car trading companies here are catching up with the time to get off work.

At the same time, such a car ran to the innermost part of the trading center.

A new salesman pulled the master beside him and nuzui at the van with a cigarette gun: "master Zhou, this can't be a car buyer?"

And the master Zhou, who was hanging the floor lock on the door of the exhibition hall, returned without raising his head: "it's impossible. This point is a little. Everyone knows that it's off work here."

"People who want to buy a car are not carefully selected. They only start with one after comparing the prices for many times."

"Look at the direction of those people. It's not a high-end imported car. There's a limited edition that can't be grabbed. I want to run after buying it."

"Look at this group of people, driving the golden cup. I guess they came to send parts to which 4S store."

"Oh!"

The small salesman skillfully lit a cigarette for master Zhou. He saw several men coming down from the van. He knew they were not easy to provoke, but he didn't see them remove any parts. Instead, after getting off the bus, he ran straight to the gate of Zhongjin Automobile Co., Ltd.

Even his new salesman has heard of this company.

It is said that this shop is a car sales company invested by several brothers, and the way is very wild.

To what extent?

It is said that he has some contact with people in any profession.

On weekdays, the car sales inside are also different from others. Squatting on the ground to eat a box lunch one by one is a bit like a big brother collecting protection fees.

But because they sell a wide range of models, like a supermarket for purchasing medium and low-grade cars, their business is no worse than their 4S store on weekdays.

But it's strange that these people get off work on time on weekdays. Why did they get in today?

Isn't it a revenge seeker?

After making up his mind, the small salesperson opened his eyes and looked at the door of Zhongjin company.

It's amazing. Those people are really looking at the car.

In order to prove that his guess was correct, he almost clenched the sleeves of master's white shirt.

"Master, look, it's a car buyer!"

When master Zhou, who had just locked the iron door, turned to look at the floor glass opposite, he returned with disdain: "it's estimated that he also came to have a look at the model and left."

"It's all this point. Do you think the big men in Zhongjin will serve these people?"

As a result, as soon as the master finished his words this week, he saw the scarred Sales Manager at the corner of Zhongjin's mouth, pulled the door of a white SUV open, and said a few words with the most tender looking young man in the group.

The young man nodded repeatedly. In a moment, the two people's hands were held together.

"Master," the small salesman exclaimed when he saw the scene, "is this going to buy a car?"

At this time, master Zhou had no confidence in what he said: "how could it be so fast? Now there are no guests who don't pick."

As soon as he finished saying this, he saw the young man with a tender face, took out a bank card and brushed it on the post machine of the car store.

During this series of procedures, the sales manager had put a large pile of car purchase information on their reception table.

By this time, there is no suspense.

The customer finally broke the customer record of the shortest car purchase time in the whole auto trading center with less than five minutes.

Even in the modern era of data and transparency, the car, as a big piece in a family, is also a product of repeated consideration.

Is this another rich second generation who doesn't need money?

But when they saw Gu Zheng's car, they denied this assumption again.

Because Gu Zheng's model is Jeep free light and heroic, but the price is really moderate.

So the two men looked at Gu Zheng driving slowly past them with the most curious eyes. The young salesperson couldn't help asking, "guest, why don't you pick more? There are many new models in our Audi 4S store."

Gu Zheng, who is adapting slowly, turned his head and showed his teeth with a smile: "my brother said that this car is most like a big cut."

"Alley men want to buy big cuts!"

……

Well, you won. You're rich and willful. The performance index parameters of those cars don't matter, do you?