Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Zhang Qianxiu and He Daoxun chatted for a while, and seeing that it was not early, they said hello and said to go home.

It’s too late today and it’s inconvenient to transport the wood. We still have to wait for tomorrow.

Back home, everyone was still packing the lottery ticket, Zhang Aibing and Hu Jine were also helping, and Su Yuwei was in the room to settle today's accounts.

Zhang Qianxiu greeted everyone and walked into the room: "Girl, how is the situation today?"

Su Yuwei ignored Zhang Qianxiu and continued to count the money. She waited until she finished counting the money in her hand. Then she said, "I sold about 140,000. Today, I sent three lottery tickets in the past, 50,000 tickets at a time, and only about 10,000 were returned. ."

"So many!" Zhang Qianxiu couldn't help but sigh.

Su Yuwei pointed to the stool next to her: "Hurry up and help with the count. You will take it to the bank tomorrow morning. There are too many changes and it is too troublesome to count."

Zhang Qianxiu also knows that when he counts the accounts every day, he can really count the money and get cramps. After all, many of them are piece by piece, and some even have a few cents or a few cents.

A full hundreds of thousands of dollars, there are at least five to sixty thousand in change here.

Zhang Qianxiu sat down and counted them together.

After being busy until nearly ten o'clock in the evening, the two finally finished counting today's accounts.

Liu Biao and Huang Yanan have already gone back, and now they are not staying in the hotel, they are all living in the new house. There are enough rooms, but there is no furniture, and they are all on the floor.

After taking a shower, Zhang Qianxiu and Su Yuwei sat down next to the set of tables and chairs on the balcony, each holding a pen and paper book, ready to read or write later.

Su Yuwei handed Zhang Qianxiu a piece of paper and said: "There is a problem with today's accounts, please check it out for yourself!"

"There is a problem?" Zhang Qianxiu took the piece of paper strangely. This is the result of today's statistics.

There are currently twelve sales locations. Everyone sells a number of lottery tickets, and the money they sell is also counted separately.

But today from the seventh to the twelfth, the accounts are all problematic. The number of lottery tickets sold by each person is not the same as the money collected. The difference is more than 50 yuan, and the difference is more. More than two hundred.

The total difference is 912 yuan.

This number is not small, and these people are from Tao Lijun.

Zhang Qianxiu looked at this piece of paper, and he was wondering who did it.

Although all the problems lie with the people under Tao Lijun, it does not mean that these things were done by them.

Sun Daxi is in charge of many things now, and it is very convenient if he wants to do things.

But why did Sun Daxi do things?

If it were Tao Lijun, this would not be possible. He could pay dividends. Now he takes the money with his hands and feet. Zhang Qianxiu knows that he will definitely not give up. Either recover the money or check it out. Later, the dividend will be deducted, or even It is possible to kick Tao Lijun out in a fit of anger.

Doing such a thing is very unwise for Tao Lijun, and it can even be said that there are all harms and no benefits.

If Tao Lijun’s subordinates did it on their own terms, six people would invest money together?

They do have the opportunity to do things, but they take such a big risk for such a few dozen dollars? Not like it! If Tao Lijun knew about this, they would definitely not be able to eat.

The people Tao Lijun and Sun Daxi arranged to sell lottery tickets were carefully selected, and their character can be guaranteed to a certain extent.

It is impossible for these people to do such a thing for an average of more than one hundred dollars.

If you lose tens of thousands, Zhang Qianxiu still believes that they are doing it for money, and if they collude, let them go.

Zhang Qianxiu was not sure what was going on.

Su Yuwei reminded: "They and you are not of the same mind. It's only now that there is a problem. I think there are some accidents."

Zhang Qianxiu gave a wry smile and said, "Are you gloating?"

"I don’t have one. I’m telling the truth. The relationship between you and them is normal. They leave the production and verification to you. Basically, they leave the most important things to you, and they have no choice. Counting daily sales, if you want to do things, it’s not a matter of minutes?” Su Yuwei finally came to a conclusion: “If you say, who is best to do things, I think it’s you.”

Zhang Qianxiu nodded: "Then, do you think it is possible that someone wants to provoke a contradiction and point the finger at me?"

Su Yuwei thought for a while and said, "It's also possible, but what can be the benefit of pointing the contradiction to you? For the few of you who are now cooperating in lotteries, stability is actually the best result."

Zhang Qianxiu is also quite helpless: "Yes, no matter why such problems arise, I will tell them Ixia about these problems first and see how they react."

"Well! What did you do this afternoon?" Su Yuwei said and opened a notebook casually.

This notebook was used by Su Yuwei to "draft" the book, write it out the first time, and then refine it.

Zhang Qianxiu casually said, "I've gone to collect the timber."

"Didn't you already collect the wood in the morning?" Su Yuwei asked strangely: "Where is the wood you collected in the afternoon?"

Zhang Qianxiu recounted what he had encountered today.

After hearing this, Su Yuwei couldn't help but glanced downstairs: "Red sandalwood? It's very famous. The price you said is not very expensive!"

Zhang Qianxiu actually doesn't think it is expensive: "It depends on how it compares. If there are the same amount of materials, pine and fir are much more than this, but if it is really red sandalwood, even if the price rises ten times, I think it's a good deal."

Zhang Qianxiu received five yuan, even if it increased ten times, it would only be fifty.

Fifty yuan and a piece of wood, in Zhang Qianxiu's view, it is also absolutely cost-effective, regardless of whether it is left at home, it can even benefit from the cost, and by the way, it can also make money back from inflation.

Su Yuwei didn't know this, she glanced at Zhang Qianxiu: "You are so rare in red sandalwood?"

"It's not that red sandalwood is rare, but I think red sandalwood has investment value in the future. Whether it is made into furniture or collected from logs, the price will definitely rise in the future." Zhang Qianxiu said.

Su Yuwei was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You are in the eyes of losing money. Everything can be related to making money."

"I have investment vision." Zhang Qianxiu didn't think there was any problem with this.

"I won't tell you, I want to write a manuscript." Su Yuwei said, picking up the pen, and really started to write the manuscript.

Zhang Qianxiu did not continue to say, picked up a copy of "The Doctrine of the Mean" and began to read it carefully.

The next day, Zhang Qianxiu was going to the timber market first. There were trucks for pulling timber and workers for porters in the timber market.

When Zhang Qianxiu came, many people immediately recognized Zhang Qianxiu.

These people think that Zhang Qianxiu is a silly and rich local tyrant, and one after another, some people sell common woods such as pine and fir, and some say they have mahogany and ebony.

Speaking of ebony, Zhang Qianxiu still has some interest.

Ebony is also called gloomy wood, he has also heard of it, but he has never seen it, and there is no way to identify it.

In the last life, there was news that the value of ebony is very high. In fact, it is not a certain kind of tree, but because of certain natural conditions, the tree is buried in the silt. Under the condition of lack of oxygen and high pressure, it has gone through thousands of times. After tens of thousands of years of carbonization, ebony was finally formed.

Moreover, not all wood can be buried into ebony, only willow, yew, sandalwood, nanmu, etc. can form ebony.

Zhang Qianxiu followed and took a look. He almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood. This is the wood vendor who didn’t know what tree he used. He painted a layer of gray and wintery color on it, and he could smell the smell when he leaned in. , You can still feel the dye, gently buckle a piece of bark, you can see the normal wood color inside.

The wood vendor smiled and said, "Boss, I just chopped this ebony."

Zhang Qianxiu glanced at the wood dealer strangely: "How do you know ebony?"

The wood dealer looked a little evasive, and said solemnly: "This ebony is from our back mountain. No one has ever known it. When you bought red sandalwood yesterday, I went back and looked through the book. I accidentally saw the record about ebony. I think You like these precious woods. I deliberately got up early to cut this tree back."

Zhang Qianxiu believes that the wood dealer really checked the information, and he didn't know what information he checked. It didn't say that ebony is not a kind of tree, but a kind of high-density wood dug out of silt and carbonized?

Zhang Qianxiu sighed inwardly, even if a real person has a lot of money, he wouldn't buy fakes like you!

"Thank you, I am not interested in ebony." Zhang Qianxiu said.

When the wood vendor heard this, he was immediately anxious, but he did it out after tossing all night! The paint has been painted all night: "Boss, this wood is good! You can't find it anywhere else. My tree is seven inches long and eight meters long. This tree has at least five tops like yesterday. Rosewood, thirty yuan, you have to take it."

Zhang Qianxiu chuckled, "I have something to do, let's go first."

"Boss, thirty is really not expensive!" The wood vendor was still shouting.

Zhang Qianxiu has already left. For this kind of wood vender, he can understand their desire to make money, but he still doesn't like such a method, and he doesn't take care of the wood vender.

Seeing Zhang Qianxiu, the wood dealer didn't mean to stop at all: "Twenty-five...Boss, ebony!"

"fifteen……"

"If you want it, take five yuan, such a large piece of wood, even if it is a pine tree, it costs five yuan!"

Zhang Qianxiu left, found three porters outside, called a cart, and went straight to Xialing Village.

Seeing Zhang Qianxiu walking away, the wood dealer suddenly sat down next to the "Ebony", annoyed at how he should sell the tree.

Someone joked and said, "Are you using some dye?"

The wood dealer suddenly resembled a cat with its tail stomped on, retorting loudly, "This is ebony, don't pretend to understand."

"Good, ebony, sell it to me for four yuan and six."

The wood dealer thought for a moment: "Okay, take it away!"

"You said you, this good wood, you want to make it like this."

...

Zhang Qianxiu took people to He Daoxun’s house. He Daoxun and his wife were pulling weeds in the vegetable garden in front of the door. Seeing Zhang Qianxiu coming, He Daoxun quickly put down his work and walked out of the vegetable garden: "Boss Zhang, here comes. what!"

Zhang Qianxiu smiled softly: "Yes, how old do you think there is anything else you want to tell you? If not, I will send someone to the car."

"No, I have cleaned it up, and everything in the house can be taken away." He Daoxun said.

"That's OK!"

He Daoxun led everyone into the yard, opened the door, and pointed to the left: "This side is full of red sandalwood, the other side is golden nanmu, and the tree with a yellow cloth strip in the middle shall prevail."

Zhang Qianxiu told the porter that the two types of wood should be moved separately, and the red sandalwood should be moved first.

In fact, the porters don't care. In their opinion, this is just wood. Golden nanmu and red sandalwood are no different from pine and fir.

But even pine and fir must be separated, after all, the wood is different.

The porter worked, and Zhang Qianxiu chatted with He Daoxun.