"Yeah."
Seeing his son's expression, Sun Yadong nodded and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"Qin Yun is my classmate!" Sun Jianqiang said.
"Your classmate?" Sun Yadong was surprised. He really didn't know his son had this connection with Qin Yun.
"Yes, my classmate."
At this moment, Sun Jianqiang seemed to think of something, and his face visibly showed excitement.
"Dad, how's the business at the Celestial Fortune Clothing store?" he quickly asked.
Sun Yadong thought for a moment and said, "The business is very good. It used to be a women's clothing store, which wasn't doing well, then Qin Yun subleased it and started selling both men's and women's clothing. It suddenly became very popular, with an estimated considerable monthly profit."
"Considerable profit?" Sun Jianqiang was clearly stunned and asked, "Dad, how much exactly did Qin Yun earn?"
"Not sure, but the business is definitely good," Sun Yadong said, "I originally planned to increase the rent a bit next month, but since he's your classmate, I'll raise it a little less."
When shop business is good, landlords often raise the rent—this is very common in their industry.
After Sun Yadong finished speaking, Sun Jianqiang quickly said, "Dad, my relationship with Qin Yun isn't good; we even fought in school, so don't help him."
"You fought at school?"
Hearing Sun Jianqiang's words, Sun Yadong's face immediately turned cold, "You can't even handle classmate relationships, and you still aspire to achieve something in the future?"
He had always had high expectations for Sun Jianqiang, but his son never let him rest easy.
"Dad, it was just a minor skirmish," seeing that Sun Yadong was angry, Sun Jianqiang forced a couple of dry laughs and said, "I haven't caused any trouble at school lately, and I get along well with classmates."
Seeing his father's expression soften, Sun Jianqiang continued, "But my relationship with Qin Yun isn't good, dad, you shouldn't think about helping Qin Yun. Increase the rent, and increase it significantly."
He was quite displeased with Qin Yun, wishing for nothing more than his clothing store to go bankrupt.
Sun Yadong nodded and said, "Now I understand because of what you said."
Since he had beaten his son, he naturally intended to get back at him in other ways.
They left, and after returning home, Sun Jianqiang found someone and gave some instructions.
…
The following evening, Sun Jianqiang looked at the man in front of him and said in shock, "Are you saying that today Celestial Fortune Clothing sold around sixty pieces of clothing, and someone even got a membership card?"
Having been observing the Celestial Fortune Clothing store since Qin Yun opened it, he wanted to know exactly how good its business was, so he had someone keep an eye on it.
But the results completely caught him off guard.
For a small shop of only forty square meters, such sales were simply amazing.
Even a large brand-name clothing store might find it hard to sell that much in one day.
"How can the business be this good?" His expression kept changing, his gaze shifting as it was clear he was thinking about a lot.
After a while, he went straight to find Sun Yadong.
"Dad, I had someone observe the Celestial Fortune Clothing store today," Sun Jianqiang said directly upon arriving.
Looking at his son, Sun Yadong asked in surprise, "Why were you having someone observe the Celestial Fortune Clothing store?"
He usually managed the family supermarket and didn't concern himself with these things.
"To calculate their sales," Sun Jianqiang explained, "Today I had someone watch all day, and Celestial Fortune Clothing sold about sixty items of clothing."
"Sixty pieces?" Hearing this, Sun Yadong was shocked.
He knew Celestial Fortune Clothing had good business, was aware it was almost always busy, but didn't know just how well it was doing.
"Sixty pieces of clothing, with an average profit of at least 100 yuan per piece, that's more than 6,000 a day. Even after deducting utilities and staff wages, monthly income should easily reach over a hundred thousand!"
Sun Jianqiang said, "Moreover, today someone got a membership card at his store. With such a short time since opening, there are already members. I estimate the card income adds up to tens of thousands monthly, so the Celestial Fortune Clothing store profits are at least over a hundred and fifty thousand a month!"
What does earning a hundred fifty thousand a month mean?
Sun Yadong was speechless for a while, obviously shocked.
Nowadays, even earning a hundred and fifty thousand a year is considered excellent.
Pausing slightly, Sun Jianqiang continued, "Dad, not only should we increase the rent this time, but also significantly. Charge him twenty thousand a month!"
"Twenty thousand? Are you mad?" Hearing his son's suggestion, Sun Yadong reacted quickly, couldn't help but raise his voice.
"Raising rent recklessly would greatly affect my reputation. If word got out, who would dare rent from me in the future?"
"Additionally, if the rent is too high, what if Qin Yun decides not to renew? Then we'll have to wait for the next tenant, won't we?"
Sun Yadong felt his son was talking nonsense.
"Dad, the Celestial Fortune Clothing store is profiting a hundred fifty thousand a month! Without our store space, could Qin Yun make this money? Twenty thousand is less than one-seventh, it's nothing,"
Sun Jianqiang said, "And dad, you haven't grasped the crucial point. If Qin Yun pays the twenty thousand rent we're all happy. If not, then Celestial Fortune Clothing won't operate, in which case we run it ourselves!"
"We run it?" Sun Yadong was taken aback.
"Yes!" Sun Jianqiang nodded, a trace of excitement clearly showing on his face.
"Dad, I overheard you mention that the shop lease wasn't due until this month? Perfect, we can open our store. The clothes at Celestial Fortune Clothing aren't complicated, just mixed with men's and women's clothing. It's not a restaurant where changing cooks alters the taste, affecting business. Clothing customers only care about the clothes, not the person."
"We'll wholesale the same styles, arrange everything as Celestial Fortune did. From another perspective, our new store is just another Celestial Fortune—won't it earn money?"
Seeing that Sun Yadong seemed to be pondering something, Sun Jianqiang pressed on, "Dad, that's fifteen thousand in profits a month! Which is one hundred eighty thousand a year! What a great opportunity this is now."
Initially, he was targeting Qin Yun, but knowing the money potential of the Celestial Fortune Clothing store made him hot with excitement, seeing only dollars before him.
Qin Yun, like him, was just a senior student, appearing ordinary in the class. Because of the past part-time jobs Qin Yun did, he somewhat looked down on him.
In his view, the success of Celestial Fortune Clothing was sheer coincidence.
If Qin Yun could succeed, with an identical store and clothing styles, why couldn't he?
Thinking about the potential of making so much money in the future made his heart throb with excitement.
"One hundred and eighty thousand..." Hearing his son's words, Sun Yadong's heart also skipped a beat.
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