Xie Hui stood in the courtyard, his mind filled with what Wang Xiaoliang had just said-Dining Plaza, fast food, night market, Influencer Check-in Spot, Grandpa Liu's Beef Offal Shop Branch.
Had this man already planned out the whole building, inside and out?
"Mr. Wang, are you serious?" Xie Hui hurried after him. "Are you really confident you can get Grandpa Liu's Beef Offal Shop on board?"
"No."
"Then you..."
"That's why I need to make a call."
Standing at the garage entrance, Wang Xiaoliang took out his phone and called Yang Qingyu on WeChat.
They had exchanged WeChat details long ago, but this was their first contact.
The call went through, and she answered.
"Xiaoliang, how's your recovery going?"
Yang Qingyu's voice was warm and pleasant, her pace unhurried.
There was sincerity in it.
Wang Xiaoliang found it especially soothing.
"Qingyu, I'm better. How about you? Can you get out of bed yet?"
"I'm much better too, thanks to Third Uncle. The person he found really is a miracle doctor. I'm walking around right now, but they still won't let me move too much."
Wang Xiaoliang knew Liu Xinyu had told Yang Qingyu the story about their family seniority as a joke.
"Qingyu, I want to turn Chengyou's office building into commercial space and rent it out, and make the back courtyard into a food night market. You're the expert, so I wanted your advice. Would that work?"
The other end fell silent.
Wang Xiaoliang didn't hurry her. He walked into the gateway and surveyed the entire courtyard.
"I know the place. I've been there a few times. If you want it to take off, you'll have to stick with it for a while. Having food businesses clustered together is good, but a good reputation maintained over time is what