On Saturday at seven-thirty in the evening, Li Ye suddenly received a call from Wu Yan.
Li Ye was a little excited, because Wu Yan, that technical guy, rarely called him—especially not at this hour.
Generally speaking, when this happened, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance that a research project at the First Branch Factory had made a crucial breakthrough, and Wu Yan was urging Li Ye to prepare rewards for the technical guys under him.
Moreover, as the First Branch Factory continued breaking through technical bottlenecks, Wu Yan's standards had risen higher and higher. Unless it was a technical breakthrough truly worth praising, he would not even mention it to Li Ye.
So for him to call now, it naturally had to be great news!
But when Wu Yan spoke, he brought up something unexpected. "Li Ye, that Fenghua Plaza they mentioned in the newspaper... is it a commercial department-store center like Xiushui Market?"
Li Ye found it strange. "More or less! But it should be larger in scale, with more categories. Why are you asking?"
Wu Yan fell silent for several seconds before asking, "I want to rent a stall, one like those at Xiushui Market. If the price is right, I could buy one outright."
Xiushui Commercial Street had been a commercial project developed seven or eight years ago by Wen Guohua, Li Ye's wife's older brother. It had now become a famous "treasure basin." Anyone with a stall there could make more selling tea eggs than building rockets.
So now that Fenghua Apparel was developing Fenghua Plaza, interested people naturally had their eyes on it. Everyone at the First Branch Factory knew that Li Ye had connections with Fenghua Apparel, so Wu Yan had come to exactly the right person.
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