After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

His goal was clear—"Phoenix Golden Street" near the university town.

This is the most upscale commercial street in Jiangcheng University Town, connecting the university campus with several high-end office buildings. There are also several wealthy residential areas nearby, resulting in a huge flow of people and extremely strong purchasing power.

Although the rent here is expensive, often starting at millions, it's not a problem for Lin Fan who now has the system.

Gripping the steering wheel, Lin Fan looked at the scenery rushing past the window, his mind clear and calm.

Although he possesses top-notch culinary skills bestowed upon him by the system, even if he opens his shop in a remote mountain forest or some secluded corner of the city, he will eventually be surrounded by customers.

The saying "good wine needs no bush" holds true when it comes to absolutely delicious food.

However, Lin Fan did not intend to do that.

That kind of "living in seclusion in a deep alley, waiting for customers to come to your door" scenario is the lofty idealism of literati, not the logic of business people.

We live in a fast-paced era where time is money.

Hiding in a remote corner and slowly building a reputation? That's too slow!

Su Qing could fight for custody at any time; that woman has the backing of a listed company and a top-notch legal team.

Lin Fan must accumulate wealth and prestige using the most swift and decisive means.

Only by standing at the forefront of the biggest trends and possessing an unparalleled flavor can a nuclear-explosive chemical reaction be created.

Moreover, he couldn't bear to let Tuantuan suffer with him in that dark, damp, and deserted alley.

If you have the ability, why should you wrong yourself and your daughter?

The car drove around Jin Street.

Although the rent is expensive, it's not a problem for Lin Fan now.

Lin Fan's gaze settled on a two-story building in a prime location on a street corner.

This building has a classic and elegant interior design and is located in the golden triangle area of ​​the crossroads. Whether you come out of the school or the office building, you can see it at first glance.

At this moment, the building's main entrance was tightly closed, and a red notice was posted on it:

Prime shop for sale. Owner is reluctantly parting with it due to emigration. Contact number: 138xxxxx

"This is it."

Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

This location is absolutely perfect. Not only is it spacious enough, with an estimated 300 square meters across the two floors, but there's also a sizable open space in front, perfect for setting up outdoor tables and chairs, and even convenient for parking.

The original signboard is still there, it's called "Royal Cuisine Pavilion", it looks like it used to be a high-end restaurant, which saves a lot of trouble in renovating the exhaust ducts and kitchen.

"Tuantuan, do you think this house is pretty?" Lin Fan asked, pointing to the small building.

"Beautiful! It looks like an ancient pavilion!" Tuantuan clapped her hands and said.

"Then let's buy it and make it our new store, okay?"

"Yay!"

Lin Fan dialed the number on the notice.

Ten minutes later.

A black Audi A6 was parked on the side of the road.

A middle-aged man with a beer belly, a receding hairline, and an oily face got out of the car. He looked very shrewd.

"Are you Mr. Lin, who said on the phone he wanted to look at the shop?"

The middle-aged man sized Lin Fan up and down, then glanced at the Wuling Hongguang parked beside him, and the enthusiasm in his eyes instantly cooled by half.

"I'm the landlord here, my surname is Wang."

Landlord Wang pointed to the shop behind him, his tone somewhat perfunctory, "Mr. Lin, this shop of mine is the king of shops on Golden Street. The previous owner was a high-end private restaurant, and the renovation alone cost three million."

If you want to rent it, the rent won't be cheap, and you'll also have to pay the previous owner a hefty transfer fee.

Clearly, seeing Lin Fan driving a Wuling van and having a child with him, he didn't think Lin Fan was someone with real power.

Money is not a problem.

Lin Fan didn't care about the other party's attitude and said calmly, "Name your price."

"readily!"

Landlord Wang gestured with a forced smile, "Annual rent is 1.2 million, transfer fee is 800,000. No installments accepted, one month's rent as deposit and one month's rent in advance."

Two million!

This price is absolutely astronomical on this street.

Lin Fan merely frowned slightly, pondering the matter in his mind.

Two million is a lot, but as long as he takes over the store, he can recoup his investment in a month, given his money-making ability!

Just as Lin Fan was about to start bargaining.

“Ding Di—”

Another honking sound.

A white Range Rover came speeding towards Lin Fan's Wuling Hongguang, almost scraping the front of his car.

The car door opened, and a fat man wearing a floral shirt, a gold chain, and a handbag tucked under his arm got out.

As soon as the fat man got out of the car, he didn't even glance at Lin Fan, and immediately shouted at Landlord Wang:

"Old Wang! What's going on? Didn't I tell you I wanted this shop? Why did you bring other people to see it?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the landlord's expression instantly became obsequious, a change of face as swift as that of a Sichuan opera master.

"Oh my! Isn't this General Manager Zhang?"

Landlord Wang jogged up to greet him, took out a cigarette, and handed it to him.

"Mr. Zhang, please calm down! You only said you'd think about it, and you didn't pay a deposit. I was just worried you'd be too busy and forget about it."

"Think about it my ass!"

The fat man called Boss Zhang exhaled a smoke ring, glanced at Lin Fan sideways, and looked at him with disdain.

"Do you think I'm short of money? I've got my eye on this shop; I'm planning to open a branch of 'Dawei Hot Pot.' Let's sign the contract today!"

As he spoke, he patted his bulging handbag. "I brought all the money. What's up, this kid wants to rent it too?"

Landlord Wang looked at Lin Fan with a troubled expression, then at General Manager Zhang.

Although Lin Fan arrived first, this Mr. Zhang is the owner of a chain hot pot restaurant. He is wealthy and powerful, and he is a local with a strong network of connections.

In comparison, Lin Fan, who drives a Wuling van, is clearly an easy target.

"Um... Mr. Lin."

Landlord Wang turned his head, rubbed his hands together in front of Lin Fan, and showed a hint of apology on his face, but more of a snobbish look.

"I'm really sorry. Mr. Zhang is an old acquaintance of mine, and it's a chain brand with a good reputation. As for this shop... I still prefer to rent it to Mr. Zhang."

"How about you look around somewhere else? There's a mala tang (spicy hot pot) stall for sale on the street ahead. The rent is cheap, it would be perfect for you."

This is blatant discrimination based on personal connections.

Mr. Zhang scoffed and walked over, sizing Lin Fan up and down with the arrogant look typical of a nouveau riche:

"Kid, did you hear that? This isn't a place for you. Driving a beat-up Wuling van, you dare to come to Jin Street to look after your shop? You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror."

"Go home and have your baby, stop making a fool of yourself here."