Meg respected the children's choice very much, so he held the golden trophy and left the manor with his family. He was about to hail a carriage by the roadside to go home.
After waiting for a while, Meg finally saw a passing carriage. He stopped it and carried Amy into the carriage before letting Anne and Irina into the carriage.
"Hello, Mr. Hades. Can I have a moment of your time?" Meg was about to get into the carriage when he was stopped.
Meg retracted his leg and turned to look at the person who came.
He knew the person who came. It was Mr. Boris, who had combed his hair into an adult's style.
"May I know what's the matter?" Mag asked him.
"I am Boris. Congratulations on your Maotai wine winning the gold medal at the Wine Tasting Conference." Boris smiled and extended his hand to Meg.
"Thank you." Mag gave him a handshake before retracting his hand. "Congratulations to you for winning the silver award for your explosive wine."
Boris's mouth twitched. If he hadn't met Meg and Effie, his explosive wine would have won the gold medal.
However, he showed great self-restraint and quickly smiled. "Mr. Hades is a genius winemaker like Master Marcus. Our wine naturally can't be compared to yours."
"You flatter me. Is there anything else, Mr. Boris? If not, we will go home first. " Meg couldn't be bothered to stand in the cold wind and flatter him. His wife and children were waiting in the carriage. Wouldn't it be nice to go home and sit warm?
Boris looked at Mag with a sincere expression, and said, "Mr. Hades, you're a very straightforward person. I actually want to invite you to become my business partner. I have 10 large taverns in Rodu, and Mr. Mag is an exceptional brewer. If we can work together, I'm sure we'll be able to create a legend in the wine industry."
"Sorry, I am not very interested in creating a legend. If there is, then I am a legend." Meg smiled and stepped onto the carriage to signal the coachman to drive off.
"Mr. Hades, you can think about it. If you have any ideas, you can find me at Reese's Tavern at any time," Boris said as he stood to the side and looked at the carriage.
Meg didn't answer and let the coachman go to Romo Street.
He could see that Mr. Boris was an excellent businessman, but he didn't need such a friend.
Perhaps he had said the same thing to Efie before, but he didn't know if Efie had agreed to his proposal.
"That guy just now looked like a scheming person. He didn't seem like a good person," Irina said as she looked at Meg.
"Businessmen pursue profit. There's no good or bad to speak of. I don't have any intention of becoming friends with him," Meg said with a smile.
"What about you?"
"I'm not a businessman. I'm a chef. Occasionally, I invest in some industries that are seriously undervalued," Meg said frankly.
"Will the house prices on Romo Street really rise? They all said that you suffered a loss. "Irina said in disbelief.
"If they could understand it, they would've been rich a long time ago." Meg smiled and said with confidence: "There's no need to wait until next year. There will be more people coming to ask about the shops tomorrow."
The value of the commercial street was supported by popularity. The gradually declining Romo Street was a low-value area. With Titan Tavern and Saipan Tavern winning the double gold award, they would become the twin stars of Romo Street and bring a wave of popularity to Romo Street.
With the increase in popularity, the commercial value of Romo Street naturally began to rise.
And if other businesses wanted to take advantage of this popularity, they would launch business activities on Romo Street and drive the popularity to rise again.
This was a story of mutual achievement.
As long as the commercial system of Romo Street could be rebuilt and attract more powerful and unique businesses to move in, a brand new commercial system could be created.
And the construction of this commercial system would be supervised by Meg.
As the first landlord of Romo Street, he had more than a hundred buildings in his hands. He already had this right.
A commercial street was like a system. If it wanted to be healthy for a long time, it had to be planned.
Homogenization and inferiority would destroy a business district, and it would be doomed to never go far.
Meg naturally left such professional matters to the system.
If something could be perfectly solved with ten copper coins, there was no need to exhaust his brain cells and force out an unprofessional business plan.
Back at the restaurant, Meg first made a sumptuous lunch.
After lunch, he went out to find the young real estate agent who had sold the house to him.
"Supervisor, there's a man outside who calls himself 'Hades' looking for you." A staff member quickly walked into the office and said to Fitch, who was organizing information.
"Hades?" Fitch raised his head and thought for a while. Suddenly, his eyes widened and showed some surprise.
"Supervisor, is it someone unsuitable to meet?" The staff member saw that Fitch's expression wasn't too good and probed: "Should I let him go?"
"Okay … … Just say I'm not here." Fitch nodded.
"Okay." The staff member turned and walked out.
"Wait!" Fitch called out to the staff member who had walked to the door of the office and took a deep breath, saying: "Forget it, I'll go myself."
"Okay." The staff member was a bit confused, but still nodded.
Fitch put on his jacket and let out a long sigh before walking out.
At the beginning of this month, Fitch, who had been a real estate agent for three years, finally welcomed a turning point in his work and became a supervisor.
And what made him successful was that he had left a legend in the real estate world. He had sold more than a hundred buildings on Romo Street in one go, dealing with the low quality properties of more than ten real estate agents in one go, becoming a legend.
He had also been promoted and given a raise, becoming a supervisor, and even had his first date with the boss's daughter.
And now, Mr. Hades, who had made him successful, had actually come knocking on his door. Could it be that he had come to his senses and realized that he had been scammed?
Fitch was a bit flustered. Although he had handled the transfer of ownership of more than a hundred buildings very cleanly, as Romo Street continued to decline, the value of the old buildings facing the street would only continue to decrease.
"Mr. Hades, please come in and have a seat." Fitch walked out and saw Hades standing at the door. He hurriedly put on a smile and greeted him.
"There's no need to go in and have a seat. I'm here today to ask if you accept intermediary services for renting out shops?" Meg looked at Fitch and got straight to the point.
This young man's work attitude wasn't bad, and his efficiency and business ability were passable. This was also why Meg had chosen him again.
Fitch had thought that Mag was going to give him a good scolding, and he faltered slightly upon hearing this. He only came to his senses after a while, and turned to Mag with a surprised expression as he asked, "Mr. Hades, are you planning to rent out all of the shops that you purchased earlier?"
"Yes, but I don't want to talk to those people myself, so I'd like to find a professional organization to do this work for me." Meg nodded.
"I see …" Fitch looked at Meg and couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Mr. Hades had been a respectable person back then, but he had bought so many trashy shops in one go. If Fitch had advised him back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
Now that he wanted to rent out these shops to recoup some of his losses, it was understandable. However, it was rare to even see a shadow of a person on Romo Street now. Which idiot would spend the money to rent and open a shop?
"Mr. Hades, I'm afraid that your shops —"
"Don't you have this service?" Meg interrupted his nonsense.
"We have a rental intermediary service. If it's Mr. Hades, I can even give you a discount. I'll only take 5% of the annual rental fee as an intermediary fee." Fitch nodded.
He really couldn't bear to see Meg's stubborn look. He could even feel the helplessness and regret.
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