A new week began, and the shop's renovations were nearing completion.
The walls had been freshly painted and gave off a faint smell of paint. Above the entrance, a brand-new sign hung high, the words "Fulaiduo Supermarket" standing out in the sunlight.
There was no need to ask whose idea the name had been. It had the Fat Boss's touch, carrying a simple, straightforward yearning for wealth.
The Fat Boss seemed to be in a very good mood today. He slapped a stack of documents onto the small table they had temporarily moved in and gestured at Wang Xiaoliang with his chin.
"Xiao Wang, these are the documents we need for the permits. Take them and make some copies."
Wang Xiaoliang picked up the stack. It contained a property purchase contract, a freshly drawn-up lease, and a photocopy of Li Laifu's ID card.
He opened the property purchase contract. The buyer's name was "Li Cuihua." He checked the lease: the landlord had the same name. The tenant, however, was Li Laifu.
Then he checked the rent. The contract stated it in black and white: monthly rent, ten thousand.
The figure made Wang Xiaoliang inwardly click his tongue, but he knew that, for this location and this much space, the price was fair.
"Boss, which permits do we need?" Wang Xiaoliang straightened the documents.
"A business license, a food distribution permit, and a tobacco retail license." Li Laifu counted them off on his thick fingers. "Those three are the lifeblood of a supermarket. We can't do without a single one."
Wang Xiaoliang nodded, committing the three tasks to memory.
The words from the Book of Fate surfaced in his mind again.
[In all that must be done, commit yourself wholeheartedly and exert your utmost ability.]
Since he had decided