"Brother, are there any tobacco and alcohol? It costs high prices!"

At the entrance of Jishentang, Zhuang Ziqiang held the diner coming out of the door with his mask and asked.

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

Zhuang Ziqiang's eyes lit up, big customers!

Liangyou brand cigarettes were high-end cigarettes in the 1980s, and they could export and earn foreign exchange, and retailed for 5 yuan per pack.

“4 yuan 2.”

“Not selling.”

"Hey, brother, don't leave..." Zhuang Ziqiang quickly grabbed the man, "You're worth it."

“4 yuan8.”

“How many do you have?”

"Two."

"Brother, I'll keep both of them 4.6 yuan, how about it?"

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

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

There is no such thing as fake cigarettes yet. Zhuang Ziqiang took a quick look and ordered the money and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Brother, next time there is a good product thinking about me, see you again!"

Seeing that it was getting dark, Zhuang Ziqiang entered Jishen Hall and took out the tobacco and alcohol stored at the counter. This was his harvest this week.

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

There were too many things, so Zhou Bingkun helped him spend it on the back seat.

"I'll stop doing this trip." Zhuang Ziqiang said.

"What's wrong? Brother, isn't you doing a good job?"

"Everything transaction requires price-performance ratio. Reselling cigarettes and alcohol makes money quickly, but it's just hard money."

Zhou Bingkun could not keep up with Zhuang Ziqiang's thinking. He was timid and dared not resell cigarettes and alcohol, but he was still a little envious when Zhuang Ziqiang made money by this. These days, cigarettes and alcohol are limited to supply, and they have to rely on tickets. Many times, they can't buy them if they have money. The things collected for one dollar can be sold for one yuan three yuan and one yuan five yuan, which is simply a huge profit.

The two of them took the flowers, and Zhou Bingkun pulled them hard with his hands to ensure that the flowers were tight.

"Okay, let's go, Kun'er!" Zhuang Ziqiang rode his bicycle and said goodbye with ease.

"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 the alley.

"Receive the goods!"

This week, I spent a total of 764 yuan to buy tobacco and alcohol. I sold it for 1,152 yuan. The profit of more than 50% can be regarded as a huge profit.

Zhuang Ziqiang came a few times, but he never talked to his boss too much. After ordering things, he paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. After getting the money, he rode his bicycle and left.

Selling tobacco and alcohol these days is a risky industry, so be cautious and there is no big mistake.

When riding a bicycle, he would look back from time to time and confirm that no one followed him. Only then did Zhuang Ziqiang return to the compound with confidence.

At this time, the dinner at home was ready, and my parents were in the restaurant, just waiting for him to come back.

"What have you been doing recently? You stay home every day when it gets dark?"

While having dinner, my mother Jin Yueji asked Zhuang Ziqiang.

His father Hao Shaomin turned his attention to Zhuang Ziqiang. He was busy with national affairs at work and had no time to care about his son.

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

Jin Yueji always felt that the child was not telling the truth to her, but she was so old that she couldn't interfere too much.

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

After dinner, Aunt Xia cleaned up her dishes and the family watched TV and chatted in the living room. The TV series "The Unsung Hero" was played on the TV series "The Unsung Hero", a North Korea|Korean|French TV series.

The blunt translation dubbing made Zhuang Ziqiang feel uncomfortable. At around 8 o'clock, he greeted his parents and went back to his house.

Zhuang Ziqiang reselled tobacco and alcohol in less than two months today. He spent all his income over the past period and calculated it.

The capital was 279.8 yuan, which he brought with him when he came to Jichun from his hometown. Now the money has become 3356.2 yuan.

In just under two months, ten times the profit is enough to make people jealous.

In the play, Zhou Bingkun worked in Jishen Hall for several years and was very prosperous. He spent 1,700 yuan to buy a property, which was enough for the family to live in a spacious and comfortable place.

Not to mention houses, just about wages, workers’ wages are less than fifty yuan a month, and many young people’s salary is even less than twenty yuan after entering a factory. More than three thousand yuan is an astronomical figure for ordinary people to think of.

The 1980s were an era when they starved to death and were timid. Many people knew about the business of reselling tobacco and alcohol, but few people really dared to do it.

The reason is that most people are good comrades who abide by the law and do not have the business thinking of later generations. Second, most people in the city are people with units. Once they are caught doing such things, they will not only have to go to jail, but also have to be fired, and they will be destroyed in the second half of their lives.

This is why many people who went into business later were educated youth who returned to the city in the 1980s. At that time, more than 10 million educated youths returned to the city. Most of them were difficult to arrange jobs, and even where they lived, so these people had to take risks.

Zhuang Ziqiang is taking risks when doing this, but he is confident. In the more than a month when he was not working, he has already figured out the market conditions of Jichun City. Most of the people these days are much simpler than later generations. It is not difficult to find out information. He chose Jishentang, the place that values ​​the safety of this place and takes care of it with acquaintances.

However, this place also has its drawbacks. It belongs to the tertiary industry of the publishing house. Many people who come to eat have something to do with the publishing house. It is a bit embarrassing to see people who really recognize it.

Fortunately, Zhuang Ziqiang himself has not been to the publishing house for much time, rarely interacts with people, and not many people know him. In addition, he is cautious and keeps himself tight, so he can be safe during this period.

Zhuang Ziqiang carefully kept all the money. He made money in the past three months with great concern, just to accumulate the first pot of gold.

More than 3,000 yuan was a huge sum of money in this era, and it was enough to use it as the first pot of gold.

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

There are thousands of businesses in the world. If you achieve your goal, you must stop decisively, otherwise you may be able to break it at any time.

He has the status of a governor, so it is impossible to be imprisoned. The problem is that it is embarrassing. At that time, the character of "good child" he established in front of his parents will collapse.

After several days, at around 7 o'clock in the evening, Zhuang Ziqiang appeared in Jishen Hall again.

"Kun'er!"

"Brother Ziqiang, come and have a meal?"

"No, I'll ask you for some help."

Zhuang Ziqiang has now recognized Zhou Bingkun as honest, and he must be able to keep picking up the wool.

"What's the matter?"

"After get off work, I borrow it from your kitchen and chefs for use."

"Okay, no problem."

Zhou Bingkun didn't plan to do anything Zhuang Ziqiang was. After several months of contact, he also learned that his elder brother-in-law, his elder brother, was a smart and thoughtful person, and he was reliable in doing things.

Jishen Hall closed at 8:30 in the evening. After get off work, Zhuang Ziqiang and Zhou Bingkun kept the chef of the restaurant.

"Master He, my brother wants to ask for help." Zhou Bingkun said.

"Mr. Kun, look at what you said. If you don't help, you can say anything if you have any questions."
Chapter completed!