The counterattack begins with Fan Shengmei in Ode to Joy

Chapter 291

"Brother, do you have alcohol and tobacco? The price is high!"

At the entrance of Jishantang, Zhuang Ziqiang asked the diners who came out of the door with a mask on.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhuang Ziqiang, "How much is a good friend?"

Zhuang Ziqiang's eyes lit up, big customer!

Liangyou brand cigarettes belonged to high-end cigarettes in the 80s, the kind that could be exported to earn foreign exchange, retailing for 5 yuan a pack.

"4 bucks 2."

"Not for sale."

"Hey, brother, don't go away..." Zhuang Ziqiang quickly grabbed the man, "You pay the price."

"4 bucks 8."

"how much do you have?"

"Two."

"Brother, 4 yuan 6, I keep both, how about it?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, "OK."

After waiting for more than half an hour, the middle-aged man came back with two cigarettes under his arm.

Now that there is no mention of fake cigarettes, Zhuang Ziqiang simply looked at them and ordered some money to give to the middle-aged man.

"Brother, next time I have goods, I will think about my brother, see you later!"

Seeing that it was getting dark, Zhuang Ziqiang went into the Jishan hall and took out the tobacco and alcohol stored at the counter. This was his harvest for this week.

It cost more than 700 yuan just to receive the goods, 6 bottles of liquor, 2 bottles of foreign wine, and 18 cigarettes.

There were too many things, Zhou Bingkun helped him spend them on the back seat of the car.

"I won't do it after this trip." Zhuang Ziqiang said.

"What's the matter? Brother, didn't you do a good job?"

"You have to pay attention to the cost performance in any business. Reselling cigarettes and alcohol is quick money, but it is hard money."

Zhou Bingkun couldn't keep up with Zhuang Ziqiang's thinking. He was timid and dared not resell tobacco and alcohol, but he was a little envious of seeing Zhuang Ziqiang earning money through this. These days, the supply of tobacco and alcohol is limited, and you have to rely on tickets. Many times, you can't buy it if you have money. I realized that things collected for one yuan can be sold for one yuan three or one yuan five, which is simply a huge profit.

The two spent the things well, and Zhou Bingkun tugged hard with his hands to ensure that the flowers were secure.

"Okay, let's go, Kun'er!" Zhuang Ziqiang got on his bicycle and said goodbye gracefully.

"Goodbye, Brother Ziqiang!"

After riding the bicycle on the streets of Jichun City for more than 20 minutes, Zhuang Ziqiang turned into a residential house in an alley.

"Receive!"

这周收烟酒总共花了764块8毛4，转手一卖就是1152块9，超过50%的利润称得上是一本万利。

Zhuang Ziqiang came a few times, but he never had a lot of trouble with the boss. After ordering, he paid the money and delivered the goods. After taking the money, he got on his bicycle and left.

Selling tobacco and alcohol is a risky industry these days, and there is nothing wrong with being cautious.

When riding a bicycle, he had to look back from time to time to make sure that no one was following him, so Zhuang Ziqiang returned to the compound with peace of mind.

At this time, the dinner at home has been prepared, and the parents are in the dining room, waiting for him to come back.

"Why have you been there lately? You only go home every day when it's dark?"

During the meal, mother Jin Yueji asked Zhuang Ziqiang.

Father Hao Shaomin set his sights on Zhuang Ziqiang. He is usually busy with state affairs at work and has no time to care about his son.

"It's nothing. Isn't this the new unit? Sometimes I go out with my colleagues to have fun and have some food."

Jin Yueji always felt that the child was not telling her the truth, but since the child was so old, she could not interfere too much.

She had also inquired about it from the side before, and heard that her son was very low-key in the publishing house, and his work was quite down-to-earth.

After dinner, Aunt Xia cleaned up the dishes, and the family chatted in the living room watching TV. The TV series "Unsung Heroes", a North Korean TV series, was broadcast on the TV.

The blunt dubbing made Zhuang Ziqiang very uncomfortable. After eight o'clock, he greeted his parents and went back to his room.

It has been less than two months since Zhuang Ziqiang started the business of reselling cigarettes and alcohol. He took out all his income during this period and made some calculations.

The capital of 279 yuan was brought with him when he came to Jichun from his hometown, and now the money has become 8 yuan.

In less than two months, ten times the profit is enough to make people jealous.

In the play, Zhou Bingkun worked in Jishantang for a few years, and he bought a real estate for 700 yuan, which was spacious and comfortable enough for a family to live in.

Don’t talk about the house, just talk about the salary. The current wages of workers are less than 50 yuan a month, and many young people’s wages are even less than 20 yuan when they first enter the factory. More than 3000 yuan is an astronomical sum that ordinary people dare not think about. number.

The 80s was an era of starvation, boldness and cowardice. Many people knew about the business of reselling tobacco and alcohol, but few people really dared to do it.

It comes down to the first reason that most people are good comrades who abide by the law and do not have the kind of business thinking of later generations. The second is that most people in the city are people with work units. Once caught doing this kind of thing, they will not only go to jail , the unit also has to be fired, and the rest of his life will be ruined.

This is why many of the people who went to sea to do business later were educated youths who returned to the city in the 80s. Back then, more than 1000 million educated youths returned to the city. Most of them had difficulty finding a place to live, not to mention arranging a job, so these people had to take risks. .

Zhuang Ziqiang is also desperate to do this now, but he has confidence in his heart.During the more than a month when he was out of work, he had a clear understanding of the market situation in Jichun City. Most of the people these days are much simpler than those of later generations, and it is not troublesome to inquire about information. The place is to value the safety of this place and the care of acquaintances.

However, this place also has disadvantages. It belongs to the tertiary industry of the publishing house. Many people who come to eat are related to the publishing house. It is a bit embarrassing to be recognized by people from the publishing house.

Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqiang didn't go to the publishing house for a long time, he rarely socialized with people, and not many people knew him, and he was careful and covered himself tightly, so he could be safe during this time.

Zhuang Ziqiang carefully collected all the money, and made money with fear in the past three months, just to accumulate the first pot of gold.

More than 3000 yuan is a huge sum of money in this era, and it is enough to use as the first pot of gold.

Reselling tobacco and alcohol is too risky and not a long-term business. Now that the first pot of gold has been earned, he plans to wash his hands.

There are tens of thousands of businesses in the world, and if the goal is achieved, it must be decisively closed, otherwise it may be folded in at any time.

He has the status of the chief minister, so it is impossible to go to prison. The problem is that he is ashamed. At that time, the "good boy" persona he established in front of his parents will collapse.

Several days later, at around seven o'clock in the evening, Zhuang Ziqiang reappeared in Jishantang.

"Kun'er!"

"Brother Ziqiang, come to eat?"

"No, I need your help."

Now that Zhuang Ziqiang has recognized Zhou Bingkun's honesty, he must be able to squeeze the wool all the time.

"What's the matter?"

"I will borrow your back kitchen and chef after get off work."

"Okay, no problem."

Zhou Bingkun didn't know what Zhuang Ziqiang planned to do. After several months of contact, he also knew that his elder brother, this uncle, was a person with brains and ideas, and he was reliable in doing things.

The Jishantang closed at 08:30 in the evening, and Zhuang Ziqiang and Zhou Bingkun kept the chefs of the restaurant after get off work.

"Master He, my brother has something to ask for your help." Zhou Bingkun said.

"Boss Kun, look at what you said, if you want to help or not, just say it if you have anything to do."

Jishantang's business is booming now, and Zhou Bingkun, the manager, is very prestigious in the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)