The next step is to start money-making projects.
Although Song Zhou has countless business plans in his mind, which can be said to cover all aspects, he now has no funds and no identity. All his ideas are just a mirror, so he should make money first to tide over the current predicament.
And the way to make money has already been figured out.
Set up a stall selling fried skewers!
Don’t underestimate such a simple hawker model. As long as it’s economical, large in quantity, and tastes good, it shouldn’t be a problem to make twenty or thirty a day.
Fang Tingxu came to the supply and marketing cooperative. Although he had money in his pocket, he still lacked one thing.
ticket.
In 1985, you still had to show various kinds of coupons to buy things. The same pound of grain would cost twice as much money without coupons.
But this is not a problem for Song Zhou. After all, he was a well-known gangster before and knew many people from all walks of life, including a few ticket sellers.
We arrived at the alley opposite the supply and marketing cooperative. Several young people were huddled together playing cards. When they heard the footsteps and looked up, a flattering smile suddenly appeared on their faces.
"Brother, why are you free to come here today?"
Song Zhou smoked a few cigarettes and said bluntly: "Get me some votes."
"No problem bro, what do you want?"
"Tahini, sugar, salt, chili, vinegar, sugar, and then ten pounds of meat coupons and twenty pounds of noodles."
Several young people were stunned, ignored him, and then quickly smiled to please him.
"Brother, we just play around, there really aren't that many."
Song Zhou saw through the little thoughts of several people at a glance and was a little embarrassed.
No wonder they said no. In the past, I often took things from them and said they were borrowed, but in fact, I had no intention of returning them. In addition, they couldn't beat me, so they could only suffer the loss.
Song Zhou took out the money and waved it in front of several people, and said.
"Don't talk nonsense. I'll give you cash today, and I've guaranteed the tickets in your pockets. Take them out quickly."
As long as the money is in place, everything will be complete.
After a while, Song Zhou got what he wanted and paid them all. At the same time, he also wrote off the previous debt, leaving 45 yuan of the 55 yuan in his pocket.
"Brother, whatever business you do, you can take us with you. We are almost going crazy with poverty."
"Just wait, I'll definitely ask you to help me when the deal is done, but you have to be mentally prepared for the wind and rain, because all you earn is hard-earned money."
Several people nodded repeatedly and patted their chests in assurance.
"By the way, whoever has an unused tricycle, no matter whether it's new or old, as long as you can ride it."
"I happen to have one at home. It can be ridden with two tires."
After some haggling, the deal was finally settled for 10 yuan.
"I'm going to buy something. You quickly pack up the tricycle and ride to the door. Don't fool me."
"How dare I, brother."
Fang Tingxu turned around and came to the supply and marketing cooperative, where the salesperson greeted him with a smile.
"Comrade, what do you want to buy?"
Song Zhou took out all the tickets in his pocket with his left hand, and took out the money with his right hand. The salesperson's eyes instantly lit up.
Let me go, rich man!
"I want all the things on these tickets. You can figure out how much it costs. The rest of the money will be spent on these things. You have people bring the things to the door, and I will take them away in a moment."
"Okay comrade, please wait a moment."
Buying something with a ticket will cost you less, but without a ticket it will naturally cost you more.
But Song Zhou didn't care about these.
Pork, rice, white flour, calico, salt, sugar...
Song Zhou looked at the counter and suddenly waved.
"With the remaining money, give me two of Wan Zi Qian Hong and two bottles of wine."
"Comrade, you are really discerning. This is this year's latest cosmetics, and the effect is particularly good."
After checking out and going out, looking at the crowded tricycles, Song Zhou found that he still underestimated the purchasing power of this era.
This is too much!
Song Zhou smiled and rode home without stopping.
My heart felt so happy, and I felt like I was returning to my hometown in glorious clothes.
Walking on the dirt road in the countryside, the green crops on both sides continued to recede, and the hot air hit his face. Fang Tingxu felt extremely comfortable and contented.
Thinking about his past life, although he created a business empire worth tens of billions, in the spiritual world, he was a penniless pauper. He could only rely on being busy with work every day. Once he was free, he would struggle with guilt and regret.
But it's different now. Although he doesn't have much money, he feels extremely fulfilled and happy.
Unconsciously, they returned to the village. Four or five housewives were gathering together and chatting about the parents of the East and the West. Naturally, they couldn't let go of the gossip about the Song family and the Jiang family in the village. They didn't realize that Song Zhou was already in their presence. In the distance, all kinds of vicious words still kept coming from his mouth.
