At the beginning, he was transformed into an infant, and his parents were yellow-haired gangsters?

Chapter 139 Industrial Chain

Zhang Chaoqiang had to admit a fact.

His father, Zhang Huolong, was indeed rummaging through the garbage.

At this moment, the collision of two contradictory behaviors is particularly dramatic.

Zhang Huolong, who takes good care of his clothes, tiptoed as he was afraid that the edge of the trash can would scratch his shirt.

He put on a black plastic bag and started rummaging through the trash can.

He found some boxes, smiled with surprise, and then searched again.

Back and forth.

Along the way, he searched through almost all the trash cans of convenience stores, big and small, that he passed by.

The convenience store owner kept looking at him strangely.

There are also some smoking areas on the streets, which he frequents.

After observing for a while, Zhang Chaoqiang discovered that his target was those cigarette boxes.

What is the function of a cigarette box?
Zhang Huolong doesn't smoke, and Zhang Chaoqiang knows his situation best.

With his outstanding sensitivity, comparable to the [Monster Sense of Smell] of a monster, nothing can escape his senses, even sometimes when his mother Shen Qiangwei comes to visit relatives...

When Zhang Huolong came out of the toilet, he had a special scent of heather on his body, which Zhang Chaoqiang could also smell clearly.

The only thing I didn't smell was cigarette smoke from Zhang Huolong's mouth and nose. Usually, customers who come to get tattoos smoke, but the nicotine tar smell just sticks to their bodies.

Zhang Huolong carefully took down the flip-top cigarette box.

Then discard the boxes without lids, fold the lids of the cigarette boxes, and finally form a small rectangular shape.

In just a few minutes, Zhang Huolong folded almost twenty pieces of cigarette box lids.

"This thing..." Zhang Chaoqiang seemed to have some impression, but not much...

After secretly following Zhang Huolong to some community public facilities and the vicinity of a nearby primary school, Zhang Chaoqiang finally figured out what Zhang Huolong was doing.

His eyes were fixed on a group of ordinary elementary school students who were taking turns lying on the ground around the wall of a small store near the elementary school.

"Hey, little fat boy, do you want a cigarette card?" Zhang Huolong went straight to a little fat boy who was lying inside with his hands covered in dust.

"I want it, I want it, thank you, big brother!"

"Thanks for nothing, I'm not giving it to you, I'm selling it to you!"

"What do you have? Let me see..."

Zhang Chaoqiang followed straight ahead and hid in the crowd without Zhang Huolong noticing at all.

At this point, he finally understood that the toys of ordinary primary school students today actually evolved from the paper dolls of their era...

These are small cards with cartoon characters printed on them, which you put on the ground and play with.

And now, these cards have turned into various pieces of cigarette boxes, just like Zhang Huolong did just now, by removing the lids of cigarette boxes and folding them into cards.

This kind of thing is now all the rage in primary schools.

Where there is demand, there is a market.

Where there is a market, there is a sales channel.

Zhang Huolong recently had a phone conversation with a former factory worker, who mentioned that he had recently discovered that his son had opened all of his cigarettes, taking only the lids and throwing away all the cigarettes…

He was even allowed to smoke more than ten packs of cigarettes a day, just to fold the unwanted cigarette boxes into cigarette cards and use them to gamble with his friends.

This means that whoever flips the card can win the opponent's card.

Regardless of whether he is childish or not, Zhang Chaoqiang just thinks that his father has a great business sense.

Being able to smell the scent of business from this small thing and put it into practical action.

"Hecheng Tianxia, ​​a pack of 10 yuan, sell for 5 yuan a piece, Lotus China, yuan a piece!"

"It's too expensive, can you give me a discount, big brother?" The elementary school student was a little timid, and his eyes jumped as he glanced at the tattoos on Zhang Huolong's body.

"Little Skinny Monkey, I like the way you call me. If you buy it, I'll give you a discount. A 5-yuan cigarette card, 9 cards... Let me calculate, 50 yuan!"

“I’ll buy one…”

"Let me see if there is anything..."

Today's primary school students are really rich and have big wallets. The key is that this thing is still a hard currency among them.

The ones that have value are basically the cigarettes that are already expensive.

These things circulated and became a new type of currency in schools.

In just a short while, except for some cheap ones, Zhang Huolong had sold more than ten tickets and made a net profit of more than 70 yuan.

Generally speaking, only some extremely rare cards will be bought by anyone.

Suddenly, Zhang Chaoqiang felt that in this world, everything remained the same.

Crystal cores and monsters are also divided into different levels. Toys are also divided into different levels.

The level directly spanned every corner of daily life. Zhang Chaoqiang watched it with great interest. He ran up a tree and observed everything silently without anyone noticing.

Primary school students are obsessed with playing with this kind of things, otherwise Zhang Huolong would not have gone through the trash can.

He is still preparing to set up the stall.

Some primary school students took the cigarette cards they had just bought, turned around and played with others, and lost the cards.

Came here to buy it again.

Some people who were short of money asked Zhang Huolong if they could play a game of card-padding with him.

Play rock-paper-scissors to decide who taps first. If you tap the card from the front over, you win the other person's card.

Zhang Huolong sneered at this behavior: "You are just gambling. I never gamble."

"Society brother, are you afraid of losing?"

"What a joke! Am I afraid of losing?"

The primary school student thought Zhang Huolong was provoked by his provocation, but Zhang Huolong remained unmoved: "Buy it or not? If not, get out of the way..."

In fact, he is really afraid of losing.

"Brother, I know you. Don't you have a store on Pingshui Street? Why are you selling cards here?"

This place is some distance away from Pingshui Street.

Facing the elementary school student's question, Zhang Huolong glanced at the cards he had picked up and saw that they were almost all sold, so he sighed...

"To make money, because I don't want to hold my son and wife back. They are so good at making money, I can't lose to them..."

Thinking back to when the tattoo shop opened its doors after leaving the factory, it had basically been maintained by Shen Qiangwei's skills.

As for me, there are very few opportunities to make money. I originally wanted to find a job, but if I leave, my wife will be short of help and won't be able to take care of the house.

The most important thing is to spend more time with my family.

But he is a man after all, and he found that he seemed to have the worst income-earning ability in this family, especially that day when Zhang Chaoqiang casually sold two million crystal cores.

It shocked him directly...

Being proud of his son is one thing, but he just feels that he is not that important anymore. So he tries every way to make money to fill the gap in his heart, which is pure spiritual consumption.

"I'm telling you, my son is a warrior. Guess how much money he makes when he goes on a mission!"

"How much?" The primary school student was attracted by him.

"Two million!"

"Hahaha, you are bragging! How old can your son be? He can earn two million. Then why do you still need to sell cigarette cards to us?"

"Hahaha…"

"Don't laugh." Zhang Huolong patted the children's shoulders earnestly and earnestly: "Study hard, study hard, and strive to be as successful as my Chaoqiang...

Combine work and rest, don't let playthings ruin your ambition, alas."

The children were stunned by what they said.

When you bought the cards for us just now, why didn't you say that playing with things will ruin your life? Why are you saying it again now?
It's very simple, because Zhang Huolong has almost sold out all the cards...

The last one, a Hongtashan cigarette card that cost 6 yuan a pack, was almost not wanted by anyone, so Zhang Huolong threw it directly into the trash can, then pointed at his will-o'-the-wisp and said to the group of children:
"See, these glowing stones on my car, do you know how much each one costs?

It cost about a thousand dollars, and the whole car was inlaid with stones worth about 100,000 yuan. These were all bought for me by my son!"

"Tsk, you're lying again, bragging! With your crappy tattoo and your will-o'-the-wisp, you look like a plastic lamp!"

Zhang Huolong whizzed past them and went home in style.

With a ding sound, Zhang Chaoqiang was still in the process of feeling when the sound rang in his mind.

Achieve [Revealer], [Behind the Hard Work of My Father].

Just as the whistleblower said, Zhang Huolong wanted to demonstrate his own value too much. Although his son and wife loved him as always, he was inevitably mentally exhausted.

He also knew that for an ordinary family, earning two million dollars all of a sudden might make them feel not happy but overwhelmed at that moment.

Then there is the gap.

Just watch it all quietly.

Those kids were still pointing and talking after Zhang Huolong left.

"Where did this fool come from? His son can earn two million by completing a task. Is it game currency?"

"Haha, I only get 5,000 gold coins for completing a mission in the game. That gangster is really good at bragging."

"You look like you're not much older than us, but your words are even more exaggerated than those 'old men'..."

A few people were whispering to each other, when suddenly one of the skinny kids was caught by his parents, who simply grabbed the skinny kid's ear with a hook hand.

"You're not doing your homework, but you're playing here and pointing fingers at others behind their backs. Do you know who that person was? His son is Zhang Chaoqiang! Have you ever heard of Zhang Chaoqiang?"

"That once-in-a-century genius? A first-class warrior who was admitted to a high school martial arts school as an exception after graduating from elementary school?"

A voice nearby exclaimed...

The parent glanced at the group of little brats and said to his own child again in a serious tone: "You are still laughing at others. If you are one percent as obedient and excellent as Zhang Chaoqiang, I will ignore you no matter how you play every day!"

The parents dragged the skinny kid away, and his cigarette card was not collected in time, so it was divided among other children. He was still muttering, "Zhang Chaoqiang's dad is really weird. Does that mean everything he said just now is true?"

"The stones inlaid on his car are worth a total of 100,000 yuan?"

"Otherwise, we can secretly..."

"You are looking for death. If you are discovered by their warrior son, you will be in for a hard time!"

"That piece of stone can be exchanged for a lot of cards..." someone else was thinking about it.

At some point, Zhang Chaoqiang jumped down from the tree and picked up the Hongtashan cigarette card that Zhang Huolong had discarded when he left from the trash can.

Well, it is impossible to expose my father, so I can only use some special methods to make him regain some satisfaction and sense of accomplishment.

"Can I play with you guys?"

Zhang Chaoqiang walked into the crowd. The child saw that he was holding a ticket of one of the cheapest Hongtashan cigarettes in his hand and ignored him.

The value is not equal.

"You can take the card if you win me once, but it will only count if I win three times, okay?"

Finally, an elementary school student fell into Zhang Chaoqiang's trap.

The rules are simple, you decide the order by rock-paper-scissors, and then flip the cards over to take the corresponding cards away.

Zhang Chaoqiang didn't need to use any moves at all. With his control over his body, he could easily accomplish such a simple action as flapping the wind to blow the card over.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Chaoqiang's small phone watch rang.

"I asked Chaoqiang to find a husband, but Chaoqiang disappeared..."

Zhang Chaoqiang had no time to care because he was holding a box in his hands, which was full of cigarette cards, about two or three hundred in total.

All the primary school students around were defeated by him.

In the next few days, Zhang Huolong thought he was lucky.

You can always find piles of cigarette cards from various places.

Then I sold it to the elementary school students around me…

It was just sold out, and then Zhang Chaoqiang appeared in front of them.

Use twenty minutes to win back all the cards in their hands.

As a result, a seamless industrial chain was formed. Zhang Huolong, who controlled the supply of cigarette cards around the entire Pingshui Street, felt sorry for these kids wasting money.

Actively lower the price of cigarette cards. Since the number of cigarette cards owned is large enough, changes in the selling price will directly affect the value of cigarette cards in the entire market.

Even the price of circulation between students will be determined according to Zhang Huolong's selling price.

In other words, Zhang Huolong is already equivalent to an entrepreneur on this street.

Sometimes, Zhang Huolong’s peak sales volume in a day can reach 500 yuan!
He became the leader of the neighborhood kids and at the same time completely opened up the market of elementary school students.

In the first few days, Zhang Chaoqiang helped Zhang Huolong, but later, he stopped helping him because Zhang Huolong found that selling alone was not going to work for long.

So Zhang Huolong started a series of transformations. Zhang Chaoqiang thought he really had a business mind. He changed from a pure salesman to an intermediary, checking the quality of the cards and assisting in transactions, earning a few yuan in commissions and controlling prices...

Then we gradually started to cooperate with shops around the school and purchased large quantities of empty cigarette boxes.

As the business grew bigger and bigger, Zhang Huolong gradually began to stabilize, and earning 500 yuan a day was no problem.

As long as you stand in the right place, even a sow can fly to the sky!
……

In school, these days, Zhang Chaoqiang has once again been given a strange name by the whole school.

Knowing that the effective blows caused by the warriors intentionally or unintentionally can bring you the number of times of [Bodhisattva in the Flesh].

Zhang Chaoqiang started to behave like an unhuman being.

Since the whole school is unwilling to be his opponent, he can only find another shortcut. He has to complete 1000 times to complete the goal...

There is no choice but to rely on my liver.

However, Zhang Chaoqiang's hard work in achieving his growth goal cannot be described by common sense...

(End of this chapter)