Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

The next day, as soon as the sky broke, Zhang Qianxiu woke up Huang Enquan: "Get up."

Huang Enquan replied in a daze: "What time is it?"

Zhang Qianxiu got up and looked at the small alarm clock beside the bed: "Five thirty!"

Huang Enquan responded, and then got up.

The two of them washed up, and when they arrived at the place they had agreed to meet, Zhang Jiankang was already waiting, and this time he brought steamed buns for the two of them.

The steamed buns still have a bit rotten taste, and the taste is even stronger. It should be the same pot as yesterday.

Zhang Qianxiu and Huang Enquan didn't care, and ate the steamed buns on the way.

By the time the market arrived, it was still early. It was only nine o'clock in the morning. The stalls of the hawkers were already open, and occasionally there were a few late ones in the shop.

Liu Zhijian already took his small bench and sat there waiting. He never asked others. The rice sellers knew that he only wanted good rice, 35 cents per catty, and he didn’t sell it at a good price or was in a hurry. Yes, as long as you come to him, he will definitely ask for this price.

Zhang Qianxiu said to Huang Enquan: "Go and collect rice!"

Huang Enquan was taken aback: "Huh? I'm going?"

Zhang Qianxiu nodded: "Of course you go and learn first."

"I still don't know how to look at rice!" Huang Enquan was afraid that he would miss it, and when they were collecting rice, they often encountered the situation where the rice was good on the top and the rice on the bottom.

Zhang Qianxiu said nonchalantly: "Just charge it at the price I gave you, and it will happen slowly."

"Then... okay! I'll go and see." Huang Enquan turned around to bargain with those who were selling rice.

Zhang Qianxiu sat down beside Liu Zhijian.

Liu Zhijian handed Zhang Qianxiu a cigarette, and said, "You can let him go so relieved?"

"Always have to learn." Zhang Qianxiu said: "You can't always look down on it. You will have a long memory after two losses."

"Your boss is very generous." Liu Zhijian asked, "How is your store?"

"It's already rented. Today I want to trouble Brother Liu to help collect some rice." Zhang Qianxiu said.

Zhang Qianxiu actually wanted Liu Zhijian to give him the rice he collected, but now his business has not started. If Liu Zhijian sells all the rice to himself, it would be tantamount to breaking the cooperation with the wholesaler.

Didn't it hurt him if he didn't do it himself?

Liu Zhijian nodded: "No problem, how much do you want?"

"Seven to eight hundred catties, good rice is needed, as well as mixed rice." Zhang Qianxiu said: "At the latest tomorrow, the county shop will open."

Liu Zhijian did not expect Zhang Qianxiu to move so fast, and said with a smile: "Then you are sure of a day, and I will take some time to congratulate him."

Opening a store is not a trivial matter. After all, a lot of investment is involved. Many people will invite a few friends for a meal, and friends will also give a red envelope or something to congratulate.

But Zhang Qianxiu didn't plan to do this: "Brother Liu, congratulations, forget it, I will be the host when I have time, and have a drink together."

Liu Zhijian didn't insist, "That's OK, I will charge you the rice you want, and you will give me a price."

Zhang Qianxiu said, "I will collect the good rice by myself. The second one is three cents, and the mixed one is three cents. In addition, I will give Big Brother Liu a point for the hard work."

Liu Zhijian understood that Zhang Qianxiu didn't want to keep his rice away because he didn't want to conflict with his business.

As for the hard work, it was a bit less, but he didn't care.

Liu Zhijian nodded: "Okay, no problem, when will you come?"

"Noon or afternoon!" Zhang Qianxiu said.

"Yes!" Liu Zhijian agreed.

The two chatted for about ten minutes. Huang Enquan received the first bag of rice, which was 23 kilograms in total, eight yuan and two cents. He brought it over and showed Zhang Qianxiu: "Brother Xiu, take a look, can this rice work?"

Zhang Qianxiu glanced at it and said, "Reluctantly."

In fact, the rice that can be sold is not bad, and the poor rice is kept by the farmer to eat.

No one wants the poor rice for 25 cents and a catty, while the good rice is three cents.

Farmers feel that they have the same full stomach if they eat poorly, and the price of a pound of good rice is also expensive, so it is more cost-effective to sell it.

This has also resulted in that the worst kind of rice is not available on the market, and the rice that can be sold is the best rice in the farmer’s family.

Therefore, there is no obvious standard for the rice in the market. Some rice may not work well for this person, and another person will reluctantly collect it for you according to the good rice.

Huang Enquan was relieved when he heard that it was reluctant, at least he didn't buy it.

"Continue to collect, as long as three or four hundred catties are collected." Zhang Qianxiu said and gave Huang Enquan a hundred yuan in change.

Huang Enquan took the money and continued to collect the rice. Zhang Qiankang followed to help pour the rice into the bag they had prepared.

Huang Enquan’s harvesting speed was a little slow. Zhang Qianxiu could handle it in an hour. He harvested it for almost three hours, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

Zhang Qianxiu saw that the rice harvest was almost the same, and went to Liu Weiqiang's place to get today's purchase order.

Not long after Zhang Qianxiu came back with the receipt, Huang Enquan collected more than 510 catties, three bags of good rice, four hundred and five catties.

In addition, there are fifty or sixty catties of rice in a bag, temporarily placed at Liu Zhijian's place. Huang Enquan's misunderstanding of these is either the second rice is mixed in it, or the bottom is mixed with the second rice.

Zhang Qianxiu and Liu Zhijian said hello, and they were going to the minibus to the county seat.

Liu Zhijian stood up and took out a red envelope, which was bought by Zhang Qianxiu when he went to get the purchase order: "Brother Zhang, you are open, I'm not going to be okay, this dim sum is for you to keep."

Zhang Qianxiu hurriedly said: "Brother Liu, you're being polite, I'm just a little troublemaker, and I didn't buy a meal, but I'm sorry to accept you."

Liu Zhijian squeezed into Zhang Qianxiu's hands forcibly: "We can be regarded as seeing each other at first sight. This is just a little heart."

Zhang Qianxiu did not refuse any more, holding the red envelope: "Thank you, Brother Liu, we will definitely have a drink another day."

Speaking of it, Liu Zhijian should be regarded as Zhang Qianxiu's first noble person. Although this business should be able to be done without him, Zhang Qianxiu would definitely have to take a lot of detours and suffer a lot less losses.

These days, Liu Zhijian took great care of Zhang Qianxiu, and Zhang Qianxiu remembered it in his heart.

Liu Zhijian smiled and nodded: "Yes, no problem."

………………

Zhang Qianxiu arrived at the station and ordered two dishes and one soup at the nearby restaurant.

After the three people had dinner, Zhang Qianxiu did not go directly to find the rental tricycle, but continued to walk forward. He remembered that there was a printing shop in front of him.

Now opening a print shop is a technical job and a high-threshold industry. Computers and printers are very expensive. Typing is also a serious technology. Those who can type are to apply for a job as a technical talent.

When Zhang Qianxiu walked into the printing shop, there were two computers and a printer. The boss was sitting on the side and smoking, with a big gold chain around his neck. Now the rich and wealthy people can wear gold and silver.

Two typists are typing, and it looks like business is pretty good.

Seeing a customer entering the shop, the boss greeted him with a smile, "Little brother, do you want to print it?"

Zhang Qianxiu nodded: "Yes, boss, can you make advertisements here?"

The boss immediately smiled and nodded: "I can do it! I can do it! You can see what you want, how many sheets you want, the price is easy to say."

"Okay, take a look!" Zhang Qianxiu replied.

The boss walked to a typist and said, "Xiao Zheng, call out the advertisement and show it to the boss."

Xiao Zheng responded and immediately opened the two templates.

Today's computer is not even the kind of desktop operation familiar to later generations, but like the page after opening a folder.

The computer operation page familiar to later generations did not come out until 1995.

Xiao Zheng adjusted several advertising templates, all of which are very simple and old-fashioned.

These templates have been prepared, just add words to it, and now there are very few people who can design.

The owner of the print shop smiled and said, "Boss, all of our advertisements are designed by the master. If you want more, it will be cheaper for you."

Zhang Qianxiu asked: "How many copies are there for a discount?"

"Boss, how old do you want?" the print shop owner asked Zhang Qianxiu.

Zhang Qianxiu said: "A4 paper size will do."

"One hundred, I'll count 30 cents for you." The print shop owner said.

When Zhang Qianxiu heard this, he was stunned. This is a profitable business!

Computers and printers are hard to break, ink is cheap, and labor is not expensive. How much can a piece of paper cost?

30 cents, his cost is a few cents.

But this is not something anyone can do. Now that there are tens of thousands of computers, most people do not need to think about it when doing this business.

"I want five hundred, one dime!" Zhang Qianxiu said.

The boss immediately shook his head: "Boss, your price is too high, the minimum is two cents."

This is the printing shop in the county town. If you don't print here, you can only go to the city. It is almost impossible to bluff the boss to promise elsewhere.

Zhang Qianxiu shook his head: "It's too expensive, it's a dime, otherwise, I'll run to the city for only ten yuan in fare, which will delay a day."

Zhang Qianxiu actually didn't want to delay this day. My sister was 28 and married, and today is 23.

The boss calculated it, he didn't calculate the profit, but the cost of Zhang Qianxiu's going to the city.

A dime in the city will definitely make it, and five hundred is fifty yuan. The difference of twenty-five yuan is enough for Zhang Qianxiu to go back and forth and save a few yuan.

Within a few seconds, the boss made the calculations clear and immediately made a decision: "Just make friends, but boss, don't go out and say in the future. The lowest price I give to others is two cents."

Zhang Qianxiu didn't know if what the print shop owner said was true or false, but he still said that he wouldn't talk about it everywhere.