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Demolition is like the other one that was waiting to land after throwing one shoe in the middle of the night. Now both shoes have hit the ground, which is finalized.

Regardless of whether the demolition documents can be understood clearly, the impact is not great. It is nothing more than the transition period, location, new market... These things will slowly come to your mind one by one before July, and you don’t need to understand them.

"How is the old uncle feeling?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's okay," Duan Feifan said, "This incident didn't happen suddenly, I'm already mentally prepared."

"It's March, and it's only three or four months from July," said Jiang Kuo. "You can officially start preparing after your birthday."

"Are you still thinking about my birthday?" Duan Feifan smiled and turned to look at him.

"That's sure," said Jiang Kuo. "I also set up a reminder for my phone. How do I want to live?"

"It's the same as your birthday back then. I'll have fun by asking a group of people to eat, drink, and then I'll have fun." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, recalling the process of his birthday last time.

Duan Feifan glanced at him and added: "If you want to live by yourself..."

"No," Jiang Kuo said quickly, "I don't mean that."

Duan Feifan said that when the two of them lived by themselves, he suddenly wanted to agree.

But Duan Feifan is not him, Duan Feifan has a lot of friends, not to mention anything else, just those role models, it would be unreasonable to leave them behind on their birthdays.

"I'm thinking about where to eat and drink," said Jiang Kuo.

"Listen to you." Duan Feifan said.

"I think about it." Jiang Kuo tapped his finger on the steering wheel, "Who are you going to call?"

"Classmates and friends, uncles and others." Duan Feifan said.

"Does uncle and aunt have time?" Jiang Kuo was a little surprised. After all, he had never had holidays or weekends, and he only had a few days off during the Chinese New Year.

"Duan Ling and I will ask people to help us see the shop on my birthday and go out for a meal with us," Duan Feifan said. "They think birthday is a very important day for children."

"Well, then I'll be my uncle and aunt... and my classmates... and my friends, how many people are there?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"A dozen or twenty," Duan Feifan smiled, "I'll do it, just wait for food and drink."

"Then I'm the same as others?" Jiang Kuo tskated.

"Let's go together." Duan Feifan said.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Will you... not get used to it?" Duan Feifan asked.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "What are you not used to?"

"Just, at least half of the people are people you are unfamiliar with and do not know," Duan Feifan said, "It's noisy."

"I'm definitely not used to it," said Jiang Kuo. "But it was almost the same when I went to parties before. I don't know most of the people, and I can't call them if I've seen them."

Duan Feifan laughed.

"Every time I sit aside and play with my phone," said Jiang Kuo. "I play with something if I have something to play with, and if I don't play with it, I sit there."

"I understand." Duan Feifan reached out and gently hooked his face.

The small sweet wine workshop at the entrance of Nandahu Hutong is still there, but it has not been... gone bankrupt and has not even changed places for so many years.

However, the store has become much more advanced. Duan Feifan has no impression of this small workshop, but he has a unified impression of this store, which is all very old small shops that combine business and residential.

Now the sweet hotel has been renovated. It is a clean and tidy small shop, which looks like a milk tea shop. It not only sells sweet wine, but also sells desserts. The business is pretty good.

Duan Feifan and Jiang Kuo ordered two small dumplings and sat in the store to eat, waiting for the boss to pack sweet wine for them.

Five pounds of sweet wine per pound, packed with five matte bottles. The bottle has a cork on the mouth and the bottle is covered with exquisite store logos.

"It's so formal." Duan Feifan looked at the bottle while eating dumplings.

"It's very beautiful." Jiang Kuo said.

"We need to do young people's business," Duan Feifan said. "In the past, there wasn't so much attention. Just put plastic bottles in one go, but now they look like drinks."

"Packaging is still very important," Jiang Kuo whispered, "but I think this is a bit wrong with his house. It looks good, but it is not appetite-friendly. It looks too much like alcoholic beverages. It is sweet wine, it is a very urban-style thing like dumplings, eggs and sweet wine."

"Well, there is no highlighting feature," Duan Feifan looked at him, "it should be more...nostalgic."

"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "but I don't know how to do it if I am nostalgic."

Duan Feifan laughed: "You are the one who gives directions."

"Not that," said Jiang Kuo, "I don't understand these things, just like Niu Sandao. I actually don't know what direction it should be, so I always want to go."

"Go," Duan Feifan said, "Niu Sandao's third floor belongs to you."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

I bought sweet wine and returned to the market. As soon as the car drove into the door, I saw the relocation notice posted on the notice board next to the door.

After parked the car, they went over and took a look. It was probably in May that they would start moving to the temporary transition point. Now landlords and merchants can register for stalls first. All relocation work will be completed before July, and the market will be demolished.

The notification document on my uncle's hand was written in more detail, and he also brought all the phone calls and other things.

"This is too far away," sighed the old aunt. "There are no residents on Sanxinqiao. In such a big market, who can I sell the things to?"

"The land is quite large, and it's all shacks!" Uncle was a little angry, "The temporary transition cannot be so temporary, Lao Liu went to see it, it was just a building."

"It's not built yet, so it should be built when it's time to move," Duan Feifan frowned, "What does the building rack mean? Do all the shops need to be moved into the building?" "There is a big building," said the old aunt, "There are some of them who are like us now."

"I'll go find Brother Wen." Duan Feifan took the coat and walked out while wearing it.

Jiang Kuo also quickly took his coat and put it on and followed him.

"It's not time to register," said the old uncle, "what are you looking for him now?"

"Ask him if he knows the floor arrangements of the stalls, so he wants to leave the stalls on the first and second floors or outside," Duan Feifan said. "Wouldn't the stalls upstairs be waiting to die? Who would go up?"

The old aunt sighed.

"Is the stalls upstairs not easy to sell?" Jiang Kuo walked quickly with Duan Feifan.

"Well," Duan Feifan said, "especially in the market where there are not enough people. Not to mention the third and fourth floors, there may not be anyone who wants to go up on the second floor. Many markets with more locations cannot be rented out on the second floor stalls."

"Can you stay?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I have to give it a try," Duan Feifan said, "Brother Wen is okay. I am quite familiar with him. If you register and choose a seat normally, it will be easy. I am afraid that there will be more people robbing you and say it will be a lottery draw."

"What if you can't get a good seat?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Then you have to go to another place to find a shop." Duan Feifan said.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

When I passed by the Market Management Office, Duan Feifan did not stop and continued to move forward.

"Isn't it here?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Brother Wen is a veteran in this market. At this moment, a lot of people will definitely look for him," Duan Feifan said, "He won't be in the office."

"Where to find him?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"His family." Duan Feifan said.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo was a little surprised, "Do you still know where his home is?"

Duan Feifan turned his head and grinned at him: "I grew up here. I know which piece of sewer lid was replaced in which year. If you want to know where to go, I can tell you."

"...I really don't want to know about this." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan laughed and hugged his shoulders: "If you go to the place later, wait for me outside. There is a cafe there, and you can sit in it for a while."

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded. It was okay to go to the office. It was indeed inconvenient to take someone with him when you went to Duan Feifan. "If you just told me, I won't come with you."

"I'm afraid of you..." Duan Feifan smiled, "You can accompany me."

The cafe is very small, with only two small tables, and one table still has the boss's computer.

Jiang Kuo asked for a cup of hand rushing. The boss is a very sporty young man. He looks pretty good when doing hand rushing.

"I'll finish the conversation soon," Duan Feifan said.

"No hurry," said Jiang Kuo, "You have a good chat."

"Yes." Duan Feifan pulled his head twice, turned around and walked out of the cafe quickly.

Jiang Kuo looked through the window and turned around, disappeared behind several residential buildings across the road, lowered his head and drank a sip of coffee, which tasted OK.

It can be seen that Duan Feifan, who usually has ease in everything, is a little nervous at this moment. He probably is not particularly sure about finding Brother Wen. It shouldn't be the one who can do it.

Jiang Kuo held his chin and sighed softly.

Jiang Kuo cannot understand this kind of troubles, anxiety, and anxiety. He has never had such experiences. Similarly, his mother's cafe, opening a shop, doing business, and especially Niu Sandao's business, is indeed far away from him.

"Does it taste good?" The boss sat at the small table opposite and turned on the computer.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

The boss looked up at him and said, "You can give me any comments or suggestions, and we will improve it."
To be continued...