Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 46 How to make money without being annoying

Qiao Yongming is from Qiaojiadawan, Shitouji Commune.

Now it is also called the Qiao Family Brigade.

The old man Yongming is just 50 this year, and his three daughters are all married. The only one left in the family is the youngest, who is also his lifeblood.

The little brat had a winter vacation yesterday, which made him a little upset.

The old man Yongming also just came back the night before yesterday. He had a skill as a bricklayer, and he followed a talented man from Liucha's brigade, running around doing things in the county and in the city.

Build private houses for others.

He is a master master and has two apprentices. To be honest, he has made a lot of money this year.

I went home with my pocket full the day before yesterday, thinking about having a happy New Year.

Unexpectedly, I got my report card back yesterday, with 42 in Chinese and 28 in Mathematics... Old man Yongming has such a bad temper that he hit the rolling pin on the spot.

But the blow hit Zai'er, but it hurt in his heart.

There is suffering can not tell.

Old man Yongming is a man who has seen the world and understands the benefits of studying. You are like the employer who built their house. Who are you?

Ninety-nine percent of them are cadres, all intellectuals!
In the past, he wouldn't have been so angry. Now that the environment has improved, haven't you seen that their team has put up two new slogans?

“No matter how poor you are, you can’t afford education, and no matter how miserable you are, you can’t make your children miserable!”

"It takes ten years to cultivate people, and it takes a hundred years to cultivate trees!"

The authorities are making great efforts to educate, so that young people have the opportunity to enter college.

He had no other thoughts in his life. He just hoped that his son could study more and have the opportunity to eat commercial food in the future. If he could be admitted to college...

The king of hell is coming!
Let him return to his homeland now!

The old man Yongming was walking around the Chenjiaping market, preparing to buy some New Year goods. Suddenly he saw a group of people gathered in front of him. He thought they had some good items and took a closer look.

I was stunned for a while.

What is this for?
I saw a long table in the center of the crowd, with a pair of red couplets on each side.

Tsk tsk!This character is written...I don't recognize it.

But that doesn’t stop Old Man Yongming from seeing that it’s beautifully written.

The strokes and strokes are like iron paintings and silver hooks, so energetic!

Old man Yongming looked for a man next to him and asked, "Brother, are you selling couplets?"

They didn't have it here, but he had seen it in the city.

When writing couplets in rural areas, they usually find people who have studied in the brigade and make do with each other in order to celebrate the occasion.

"vulgar!"

"..."

"Let me tell you, if you saw that tall guy, he is Li Jiankun!"

Huh?
This name sounds familiar, as if I heard someone mention it in the brigade.

The old man Yongming asked again and suddenly realized.

The top pick from their side!
He heard about this as soon as he came back. To be honest, the reason why he was so angry with his son had something to do with this.

The fact that the commune can produce the number one scholar shows that there is talent in their area!

Why are other people's grades so good, but you can't?

The old man Yongming has bright eyes, and his handwriting of "Zhuangyuanlang" is very high and low, showing his talent.

Maybe the brat will get the idea.

Thinking of this, the old man Yongming touched his bulging wallet, raised his head, and squeezed inside.

"Young man, why are these couplets for sale? I'll buy them!"

That's called a rich man.

Before the real owner could reply, everyone around him looked over with unkind expressions.

The old man Yongming smiled awkwardly and scratched his head. Did he say something wrong?
"Uncle, if you think this couplet is okay, I'll give it to you. We won't negotiate the price."

The stall owner showed a harmless smile.

Next to him, Wang Shanhe rolled his eyes wildly. This was a loss-making business... It's not like he didn't persuade him, but this man didn't listen and insisted on doing this.

The old man Yongming was very happy. No wonder everyone looked at him like this. They suddenly felt that this No. [-] scholar was unusual.

"Then I'll give you one point."

"It also means something."

"This kid is really interesting. Yes, I want to write some good words."

"No problem, uncle, go buy the paper yourself."

"..."

The people around looked at the old man Yongming with a confused look on his face, and they all laughed unnaturally.

Otherwise, it's your turn to be first?
"Let's go and buy some paper!"

There were people running together in the direction of the town street.

The old man Yongming came to his senses and followed suit.

New Year's goods are easy to buy, and the title of Number One Scholar is rare but not sought after.

"Jiankun, I said you did this. We need to prepare the paper ourselves. Wouldn't it be better to sell it at a higher price?" Wang Shanhe complained in a low voice.

“Isn’t that considered buying and selling?”

"!!!"

It seems really...eh~ that's not right.

"What about the ink?"

"A few bottles of ink doesn't matter much, but the paper is different. Think about it, how much paper does it take to write a hundred pairs of couplets?"

Not a thick pillar?
A certain old dog had already planned this matter in his mind.

He plans to work on this business until New Year's Eve. With his current popularity, how many couplets can you guess?
If you really want to prepare the paper yourself, the town supply and marketing cooperative can just let him purchase the goods alone.

That would cause a big problem!

Their policies here are very flexible, and the processed cooked food is actually quite comfortable.

The processing of incoming materials is even more reliable!
"Okay, let's not talk about it. You can set a price at least, and they will give it to you. I tell you, don't bet on these people's faces. There are really people who will give you a point, and I guarantee you won't give it!"

"One point is a profit."

Li Jiankun looked at Xiao Wang with a smile, brother, you don't know something. Later, there was a place called Yiwu not far away, and he took over the world with just one point of profit.

As for not giving it, it is unlikely.

During the New Year and the holidays, everyone asked him to write couplets for the purpose of auspiciousness and talent.

Just like at a temple fair, if you go to ask for a peace charm, can you not give me money for incense?

If you want to shamelessly ask the monk for it, [-]% of the time he will give it to you.

But if you get that kind of talisman, can you feel safe?

Just a mentality.

This guy is really good at handling things.

Well, there is no business without treachery.

"Then if you do this, your handwriting will be paralyzed and you won't be able to make much money." Xiao Wang curled his lips and said.

That's right, look down on it.

"Who said I would make money from this?"

"???"

Damn it, it’s such a cold weather. I’m so full that I’m going to play house with you!
Li Jiankun thought about it, it would be difficult for him to earn this money.

As soon as you get a bad reputation, you sell it at a clearly marked price. You are so philistine that you will be poked in the back by the villagers.

You need to know how to use resources, but two words must be added in front of them - reasonable.

How to make money without being annoying is a profound knowledge that cannot be explained in detail as it varies from case to case.

"Writing couplets is mainly to attract traffic, just to cover our efforts. As for making money, I have other ways."

"What is drainage?"

"Bring people here."

"How do you understand this? I always feel that you have changed. How can you write so well with calligraphy? I remember you were like a chicken crawling in junior high school."

"I want to say that when I was dreaming, an old man with a white beard touched my head. Do you believe it?"

"Is there such a thing?!"

Hey, when it comes to superstition these days, you have to be sure of it.

Fortunately, my brother's outlook on life is okay.
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"Here comes the paper, here comes the paper!"

Good guy!
Like a bandit.

This group of people is much more than the people who just walked this way.

The news has probably spread throughout the town.

Each person holds a red paper roll.

"Come on, everyone, line up, first come, first served. Those who don't line up won't be allowed to write!"

While maintaining order, Xiao Wang picked up the kitchen knife brought from the factory cafeteria and was responsible for cutting paper.

"I told you, you'd better cut the paper and bring it over. If you go this fast, the table isn't wide enough and I can't cut it well. You'll suffer a loss!"

Li Jiankun was sullen and waving his pen.

I had prepared the lyrics a long time ago. I thought of twenty pairs, copied them in a notebook, and wrote them in turn.

Finished writing the first couplet:
The spring breeze fills the courtyard with crisp songs of orioles, and the joyful atmosphere fills the door with the sweet chatter of magpies.

"What a calligraphy! I dare say there is no one in this town who can write such good calligraphy!"

The customer was very satisfied.

He took out a five-cent "textile factory" and put it into the rag-headed school bag hanging on the corner of the table.

Li Jiankun and Wang Shanhe looked at each other.

Good luck to you, uncle!

Nouveau riche, this is it.

(End of this chapter)