Chapter 102
Lucy looked at me with great surprise. "You didn't tell me the truth last time."
"How did I not tell the truth?"
"Last time, you clearly indicated that you wanted to set up a small studio."
"Last time is last time; this time is different, isn't it?"
To be frank, when I uttered those words previously, it was merely a litmus test, with my pride taking center stage, all in an attempt to rescue Lucy.
In the end, I couldn't avoid the flaws of men, advising the prostitute to reform, even though Lucy wasn't...
I didn't think about it so much last time, but Lucy's words today inspired me greatly.
If I could really make it work, then I would have a very stable income every year, not to mention millions, at least tens of thousands.
I decided that if I were to do something, I would at least want to achieve some results.
How much could you earn by keeping four million in the bank for interest? Money could only grow through investment.
On the third floor, there are also two small dance training institutions and two yoga studios.
It could be said that that was a woman's world.
As soon as I went upstairs, I encountered many tall and sexy beauties.
'If I open a shop here, wouldn't it be great? I can see beautiful women every day.'
Now, I understood why this restaurant couldn't survive. It originally intended to attract female customers, but those who came to dance were either shaping up or losing weight. Who would come to eat?
Even the couples wouldn't patron such a place frequently.
By then, the boys would be busy looking at beautiful women, and the girls would ask their boyfriends to join a yoga class after dinner. It was not worth it.
I thought with a bit of wickedness.
The shop was quite empty inside, yet it boasted an excellent location, taking up a prime spot. As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, you could see the entrance. With a one-way mirror on the north side, practicing dance here would certainly be a delight.
"If planned, how many people can this place accommodate approximately?" I asked.
"Probably sixty to seventy," Lucy said.
That was not very large.
"I see there's another empty one next door..." I said.
"That's a small single room of 1200 square feet!"
Lucy sighed, "I think that's good too."
Seeing her expression, I knew exactly what she was thinking. "Can the wall in the middle be knocked down?" I asked.
"What did you say?" she looked surprised. "Are you planning to rent that side too?"
"Yes!" I nodded. Although 4000 square feet is not small, it's not large either. Have you ever thought that if a rich lady comes here to dance or practice yoga and mixes with our regular members, what would they think?"
"They will definitely think we're low-class and feel that we lack taste and respect for them," Lucy replied.
I pointed to the small private room over there. "We can set up private rooms for those wealthy ladies for one-on-one training, and we can also invite therapists. After they finish dancing, they can also do some therapy. This is much more profitable than just dancing."
"Do you want to go for the high-end route?" Lucy asked, her interest piqued.
"Half high-end. Without popularity, we will close sooner or later. Relying on those rich ladies alone, we can't sustain the entire business." I smiled. "But we can have a mix of both. It's like you're a millionaire, but no one knows when you're walking down the street. But if you're wearing Prada, carrying LV, driving a Maserati in the crowd, everyone will envy you. Similarly, if high-end members come to our store and don't feel superior, who will come?"
Lucy looked at me admiringly. "I didn't realize it, but you're quite insightful! I've been to those so-called high-end places before, and apart from the impeccable service, there's really nothing special. On the contrary, I get a sense of superiority when I visit those more modest clubs."
"You see, you agree with me, right?" I smiled. "Let's go; it's time to talk to the property management!"
Lucy nodded, then called the property management. After a long discussion, we settled on an annual rent of four hundred twenty thousand dollars, including property fees, of course.
However, the condition was to pay every six months or annually.
I directly paid a year's rent, signed the contract, and stamped it with my and Lucy's handprints.
I patted the contract and said, "Now, these two venues are ours."
Lucy also smiled. "5200 square feet, a very auspicious and festive number."
Only then did I realize. "Hehe, indeed!"
We had lunch directly on this side of the square at noon that day. At the dining table, she listed some items, plus the decoration, that would cost a total of eight hundred grand!
My heart was bleeding, but I had already paid the rent; I couldn't just give up halfway!
As for the renovation, I thought about it and called Edward to see if he knew any reliable renovation companies.
After a brief greeting, I got straight to the point. "By the way, I've rented a shop of over 5,000 square feet and plan to open a dance training center; do you have a reliable decoration company to recommend?"
"Ah, my sister-in-law is in the decoration business. That's easy. I'll ask her to give you a call," Edward said.
After hanging up, Lucy asked, "Are you contacting acquaintances?"
"Yes, a friend's sister is in the decoration business, so she must be reliable."
"Is it really reliable for a woman to handle renovations?" Lucy expressed some doubts.
"It was recommended by my friend, so it should be fine."
I completely trusted Edward.
However, it was indeed rare for women to be in the decoration business, at least none of the people I knew.
It was impossible to handle construction projects without drinking. For a woman... even with Edward backing her, it was not easy.
Soon, my phone rang. I made a gesture to be quiet and answered the call. Before I could speak, a clear voice came through the phone, "Mr. Cena, hello, I'm Lauren!"
"Hello, Ms. Carter, I'm John Cena."
This woman's voice was quite pleasant, but I had no idea what she looked like.
"Edward should have told you the situation, right?"
"Yes, he briefed me a bit."
Lauren said, "Are you at HT Plaza now?"
"Yes, I'm here," I replied.
"Good, I'll come over now; please wait for me for twenty minutes."
After that, she hung up.
This woman was quite efficient.
Since she was coming over, I couldn't make her wait. So I quickly finished our food with Lucy and left.
Just as we arrived downstairs, I received a call. After reporting my location, I saw a woman in a shirt and work pants walking towards me.
"Hello, Mr. Cena, I'm Lauren!"
She reached out her hand generously.
This woman was dressed casually, with white dust on her clothes, clearly coming from a construction site.
She seemed to be without makeup, completely natural, but her smile was bright and cheerful, making people feel good at first sight.
Especially those pristine teeth, unforgettable.
She exuded a very friendly feeling. Coupled with her appearance of over 80 points, I felt she should be in a mansion or luxury car, not on a construction site.
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