After a while, when Han Songlin was about to go up and ask the woman if the store sold it, he saw the woman's shoulders shake slightly, and she covered her face with her hands, obviously crying. It is often said that men don't cry easily, but for women, it is no different.
Only when one is deeply in love will one naturally cry to vent one's emotions; men and women are the same in this regard.
Sighing, it seemed that what the previous man had said was true.
He took the wadded up tissue from his trouser pocket and slowly flattened and folded it. Don't ask why Han Songlin had tissue in his pocket, it was just in case he needed to poop.
He reached out and gently touched the woman's shoulder, and handed her the tissue.
The woman looked up with tear-stained face, staring at Han Songlin blankly, before taking the paper he handed her after a while.
Han Songlin didn't say anything either, pulling up the bench next to her and sitting down facing her, quietly watching her cry without saying a word.
Comfort?
The adult world doesn't need comfort!
Besides, Han Songlin didn't have any experience in this area, so it was better to just sit and watch.
His gaze surveyed the situation in the shop. The entire shop was just as large as Han Songlin had imagined.
There was a dedicated kitchen, and outside there were more than ten tables.
There were some drink advertisements on the wall.
The tables showed signs of heavy use, which meant that the restaurant must have been doing well.
After all, it would be impossible to maintain such a large restaurant without doing well.
Can a restaurant still lose money?
It can.
If business is bad, then the prepared dishes will definitely not sell.
Not considering rent and other expenses, just the cost of the food alone is quite a lot of money every day.
There are also labour costs, utility bills, and coal!
Natural gas is not very popular these days, and restaurants basically use briquettes.
These briquettes cannot be extinguished.
'Are you here to collect a debt too?' After crying for a while, the woman wiped away her tears, gathered herself together, and knew that she had to face the matter.
Han Songlin had not really paid attention to the woman's appearance before, except that he thought she had a good figure.
When walking on the street, Han Songlin doesn't really pay attention to the appearance of people passing by.
This is a habit left over from his previous life.
Han Songlin, who has become accustomed to beauty, faces the person in front of him, who can be called a beauty, but his heart is unmoved.
Has he become a saint? Not really, just rational.
Han Songlin's face is smiling, but his tone is flat: 'No, I came to ask if you want to sell the shop?'
Sell the shop?
The woman could feel the tears welling up in her eyes again.
She slumped her shoulders and said nothing.
The shop was the result of several years of hard work and frugality, and she had borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends to buy it.
But now, she had lost all her wealth in an instant.
'Can you tell me what happened?'
The woman looked up at Han Songlin, not sure whether it was because of his good looks or his harmless smile.
'My name is Yang Shufen!'
Han Songlin suppressed a smile and introduced himself seriously: 'My name is Han Songlin!'
Shufen!
Han Songlin couldn't help but think of a video on the internet in the future.
'My husband and I bought this shop in 1988! Relying on this shop, we bought a house in the city and paid off the debts owed to our relatives. Life has become better.'
It sounds like a very happy story.
'Two years ago, my husband became obsessed with playing cards. At first, he only played for small stakes,' Yang Shufen's lips curled up in a self-deprecating smile, 'At the time, I didn't take it seriously either!'
Han Songlin glanced at Yang Shufen and already knew how things would develop next; in Shuchuan, sitting in a teahouse playing cards was not at all unusual.
Whether they have something to do or not, they have to get together and play cards.
Even many senior executives in Sichuan companies use playing cards together as a way to build relationships.
Han Songlin knows that the boss of the company he used to work for often got together with other people to play cards, not just people from his own company, but also the bosses of other companies.
Did they discuss any deals?
Han Songlin doesn't know, and he doesn't want to speculate.
'Who would have thought that the more he played, the bigger it got, and the money the store made in a day wasn't enough for him to lose! He lost his savings of over a hundred thousand yuan in no time, and he even owed gambling debts!'
After saying this, Yang Shufen burst into tears again. This time, it wasn't suppressed, but a loud cry.
It was heart-wrenching, and it was hard for people to listen to.
There were many people passing by on the street, and Yang Shufen's cry attracted everyone's attention.
The nature of people watching a spectacle made many people gather around.
They kept pointing at Han Songlin, as if he had done something to Yang Shufen.
This was a bit embarrassing!
Han Songlin said he was innocent. What had I done? I just had a heart-to-heart talk with her.
Oh dear!
Really, I don't know what to say.
'Sister, please don't cry, there are so many people watching, they'll think I've done something terrible!' Han Songlin was at his wits' end. He wanted to leave, but he was reluctant to give up the shop.
Since he knew the shop was bound to be sold, why not take it over himself?
Yang Shufen didn't know if she had listened to Han Songlin or if she was tired of crying; gradually, her sobs subsided, leaving only a small sob.
Han Songlin sighed, not quite sure what to say.
It looked like there was no chance of a deal.
After a moment's thought, Han Songlin took out a business card made of cardboard from his pocket and said, 'This is my phone number. If you decide to sell, give me a call and I'll give you a reasonable price!'
Seeing that Yang Shufen wasn't going to take it, Han Songlin had no choice but to place the card directly on the table.
Before leaving, Han Songlin deliberately said loudly, 'If you want to sell, give me a call!'
When the crowd saw Han Songlin coming, they automatically made way for him.
The truth is, Han Songlin looks like someone who is not to be messed with.
If Han Songlin knew that he gave that impression, he would not know what to say.
He got on the motorcycle parked on the street and was ready to leave Yanghe.
He had handed out quite a few business cards today, so now he just had to wait for them to get in touch.
When he returned to the music square, it was close to evening.
It was just in time for dinner.
The next day, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan went together to send Han Ting to the county kindergarten.
At that time, the county kindergarten was not like the future, because most of the county's young population was concentrated in the county seat; therefore, in order to go to the county kindergarten, one had to have an urban household registration and be from a certain area.
Nowadays, only some families with relatively good conditions in the city would send their children to kindergarten.
Han Songlin watched as Liu Yuyan crouched down to comfort Han Ting. Children are like that on their first day at kindergarten – they look as if they're about to burst into tears.
'Ting'er, be a good girl. Mummy and Daddy will come and pick you up in the afternoon. Listen to the teacher, okay? You're a good boy, don't cry!'
Liu Yuyan kept looking back until she was led into the room by the kindergarten teacher.
Han Songlin helplessly tugged on Liu Yuyan, indicating that they should go.