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The 80-square-meter space has come to an end. The 2-meter-long bed was removed by Zhao Song and turned into a large desk. Three high chairs were placed on both sides. The two chests of drawers were merged into a bar. Located on one side of the door, next to two large windows are three sets of sofas and three sets of coffee tables. Four sets of bookcases are placed on both sides of the room. The remaining open space is dotted with old-fashioned rocking chairs.
There was no IKEA in Kyoto at the moment, so Zhao Song could only buy four old-fashioned ones at the second-hand market. They were very comfortable and he spray-painted them a dark walnut color.
All 22 American chandeliers had their lampshades removed and replaced with large tungsten bulbs. Tungsten bulbs were also hung above all the seats. Public wires were used in the large bays. Aunt Wen told him that they were used casually before the demolition of the urban village.
A “No Smoking” sign was nailed to the pillar in the middle of the room. Zhao Song looked at it and saw that it was full of industrial retro style. He nodded with satisfaction and lit a cigarette.
The remaining bed boards of the solid wood bed were used as a signboard in Zhao Song’s plan. Zhao Song frowned and thought for a while, then banged them hard.
The 80 square meters of the large bay is purely usable area. Opening an Internet cafe is not a problem.
Zhao Song never thought of this possibility. Putting aside the public security, law enforcement and fire protection, Aunt Wen would have less trouble on the street. But where can you find a reliable network administrator? Working in a village in the city will still give you not a single hair. The boy? Zhao Song himself was not worried.
As for the legendary younger brother? No. His current social resources are Captain Hong, Aunt Wen, and Sister Dada. They are used as friends and elders. With them, Zhao Song will feel that there is a place for him in this city.
Zhao Song can’t leave this city, and Zhao’s parents and Zhao’s mother can’t leave their oil compound. When they get really old, Zhao Song will take them with him.
“Damn!” Thinking of his parents, Zhao Song ran towards the snack shop.
Opposite the Kyoto Institute of Mechanical Engineering, 50 meters to the west is the School of Information; 50 meters to the east of the opposite side is the intersection of Urban Village. Walking another 50 meters along the intersection is a small square.
The old neighborhood committee of Chengzhong Village is located here. The wall of the largest bay was painted with white bricks by Zhao Song, making it particularly clean and tidy. A slightly tilted signboard hung above the bay, with four crooked advertising fonts on it. Festive.
“Leisure Club”, if you can climb up and look carefully, you will find three English letters in a very inconspicuous pit, “SPA”
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“Hey, Mom, you’re home, right? Well, okay! Have a good rest for a few days. I plan to go to Dali in autumn this year. Okay, we’ll talk about it then.”
“Mom, sto