"How to keep up."

“Open a store.”

"Opening a store, what does Dongzi mean? We have to open a store even when we set up a carport basket?"

The few people frowned a little. What does this bamboo weaving have to do with opening a shop? It’s not a snack or something. Besides, whether the state allows it or not.

"Uncle Guofu, the good things we make must be visible. Whether it is foreign businessmen or people in the city, we always have to see what we look like when we buy things." Li Dong said. "Let's open ten or twenty stores, then put the things we make into the store and hang a sign. Tell me, it's not much better than selling things in the intersection commune and pulling cars. Foreign businessmen came to compare whether they bought us or theirs."

"Can this work? It costs a lot of money to open a store?"

“Not much money.”

Li Dong has already made plans here. He has to settle the second manuscript fee. This time, the settlement is quite large, hundreds of thousands of dollars. Li Dong can't get this money. You can't buy Siheyuan anymore.

Now the individual economy is meaningful to thaw, and Li Dong plans to make plans in advance. Not to mention anything else, he will first build a few stores in some big cities, including Wangfujing, Nanjing Xinjiekou, and Nanjing Road in Shanghai.

The reason is to open a bamboo weaving art exhibition hall. So, for the sake of the villagers, buy a shop by themselves. This reason is more or less arguable. If you rent it to a bamboo weaving factory at a cheap price, how can the bamboo weaving factory say that it has a collective name?

The three rich Koreans discussed this and they didn't understand it, but they were worried that opening a store is not a trivial matter. "Okay, we'll open a store when your new product foreign order is released."

"It will be down in a few days."

Li Dong has always wanted to make disposable bamboo chopsticks. Southern Anhui bamboo resources are abundant, and bamboo weaving is not used for a small fight.
Chapter completed!