Rebirth 83: Hundreds of billions of net worth, starting from setting up a stall

The next day.

Li Cunxi brought his painting tools to the Old Summer Palace.

Being idle at home is idle, so why not make money while painting, earn some foreign exchange coupons, and strive to make a living as soon as possible and win the approval of the mother-in-law.

As soon as he stepped into the park, he was hit by a [-]-inch bumper. Unfortunately, he was not going very fast. He stretched out his hand to hold the handlebar and forced the car to stop.

"Do you have eyes on your butt? You can't even walk... eh? Jin Wen."

Li Cunxi raised his head and was about to curse, but found that the rider was Jin Wen.

Jin Wen said with a bitter look on his face: "Brother Xie, I'm sorry. I was so upset just now that I didn't notice the person in front of me."

"No matter how troubled you are, you have to watch the road. If you have any troubles, tell me and see if I can help you."

Li Cunxi asked with concern.

He had a good impression of Jin Wen and was willing to have a closer relationship with him.

Jin Wen sighed quietly, lit up a cigarette and took two puffs, then said: "There was a big sweep by the urban management inside. Not only did my cigarettes and printed paintings be taken away, but I was also fined 20 yuan. Damn it, I was originally setting up a stall." I was laughed at, and now I have lost all my money, ugh, I am so unlucky."

Li Cunxi patted Jin Wen's shoulder to express comfort.

Jin Wenqiang smiled: "I'm just complaining. In fact, it doesn't matter if this stall is not open. Brother Xi, you haven't been here these days. I don't know how annoying those students from the Academy of Fine Arts are. They learn from you to paint on the spot. When foreigners go out and get [-] cents in foreign exchange coupons, they give us paintings, so we don’t make much profit from selling printed paintings.”

"Fifty cents in foreign exchange coupons? Doesn't that mean working as free labor for foreigners?"

Li Cunxi frowned.

He thought that selling paintings would become popular in scenic spots such as the Old Summer Palace, and they would involuntarily drive down prices.

But I didn't expect the pressure to be so severe. It cost only [-] cents, the pen holder was smoking, and I couldn't make more than a few dollars a day.

It seems that the road to painting has been cut off.

"Who says it's not the case? The Eight-Power Allied Forces didn't do enough harm to us back then. Instead of killing foreigners with us, these students started a price war and harmed their own people. They are simply minions of imperialism. Bah."

The more Jin Wen talked, the angrier he became.

"Haha, don't put such a big blame on others. I guess those students just have living allowances and have enough money. They sell paintings at low prices, so they can hone their painting skills."

"Hey, maybe you're right, but I'm still very angry. Brother Xi, you finally showed everyone a way to make money, but it was all ruined by those students."

"Don't be angry. I'll give you a soda to calm down."

Li Cunxi walked to the roadside soda stall.

"Boss, two bottles of orange soda."

He threw down thirty cents.

The two of them had a bottle each and squatted on the roadside and drank slowly.

Li Cunxi asked: "What are your plans?"

Jin Wen took a sip of soda and replied listlessly: "My parents recently opened a new fruit stall on Xiushui Street. It has a certificate. I'm going to take over and work on it."

"Xiushui Street? Yes, why did you forget this place?"

Li Cunxi slapped his forehead with excitement on his face.

Xiushui Street is actually a firefighting corridor near the embassy area, about 200 meters long.

Because it is close to the embassy, ​​there are many foreigners. It has flourished in a few years and has gradually become a world-famous commercial street. Both foreign tourists and foreign dignitaries come here to shop.

Although Xiushui Street does not yet have a formal market, it is backed by the embassy district and has a large flow of foreigners. As long as it accurately captures the needs of foreigners, there is no problem in making the first pot of gold.

Jin Wen asked with a confused look on his face: "Brother Xi, you have such a big reaction, is there something wrong with Xiushui Street?"

Li Cunxi picked up the soda and drank it in one gulp, then looked at Jin Wen: "Haha, Jin Wen, do you want to make a lot of money with me?"

The other party has a stall, he has the skills, and he can definitely cooperate.

Jin Wen's eyes lit up: "Of course I do, Brother Xi, let me be honest with you. I have a girlfriend, but my family doesn't like me because they all set up stalls. If they insist on splitting us up, I I can’t swallow this breath, I have to prove to them that you can make money and get ahead by setting up a stall.”

"Hey."

Li Cunxi sighed.

Jin Wen's situation is not the same as his current situation. In today's era, everyone calls capitalism a beating, and those who set up stalls are almost equated with labor reform prisoners. Take his family as an example, the mother-in-law would rather say that she introduced her third son to a hutong skewer. , and she doesn’t want to say that she has a son-in-law who has earned thousands of dollars from running a stall.

"Brother, tell me what business we are doing. I will definitely hang out with you. If you say two things, I will never dare to say one thing."

Jin Wen once again expressed his loyalty.

Li Cunxi stood up and put the glass bottles back on the cart.

In the 90s, there was a hot marketing word called export to domestic sales, which is similar to the foreign trade tail goods of the 21st century.

In fact, the shift from export to domestic sales was no longer a secret in the early 80s.

For example, garment factories in Beijing receive many unwanted orders from abroad every year. These goods are either squeezed into warehouses or bought at low prices and sold in places such as the magical city of Yangcheng.

In fact, there is no need to carry freight so far, a large part can be digested in Xiushui Street.

If he remembered correctly, his uncle was a small leader in a garment factory, and he might be able to get a batch of squeezed export goods from him.

"Jin Wen, do you have 500 yuan?"

he asked.

"Five hundred? Brother Xie, I can't even scrape together even [-] cents."

Jin Wen began to cry about poverty.

"Then our plan to make a fortune must be postponed for a while. How about this? You leave me your address and when I raise the money, we can make a fortune together."

Li Cunxi asked casually, not expecting Jin Wen to come up with 500 yuan.

Jin Wen hurriedly pushed the cart and chased after him: "Brother Xie, tell me everything. If I take out 500 yuan, how much more can you make me in a year?"

"The last time I became a householder worth ten thousand yuan."

Li Cunxi replied.

"Wan Yuan Hu, the relationship is great."

Jin Wen's eyes lit up when he heard this.

If he becomes a householder worth ten thousand yuan, the mother-in-law who looks down upon him will not be able to send his daughter to his door.

Think about it.

He hurriedly said: "Brother Xie, although I don't have money to give you money, my old man does. He was saving people in the factory and his leg was broken by a machine. He lost more than 300 yuan. I asked him If you want it, he will definitely give it.”

"Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"

Li Cunxi asked with a smile.

"Hey, brother Xi, you are right. You make money for me. I don't believe you. Who do you believe? Get in the car quickly and I will take you to the old man to ask for money."

Jin Wen patted the back seat of the car.

Li Cunxi stepped forward: "Let's go."

"Got it."

Jin Wen got on the bike and rode towards Dongcheng District.

two hours later.

The two came to Xiushui Street.

Jin Wen was lying on the car, as tired as his grandson.

"Hey~Hey~~Brother Xie, have you seen the first stall? That's my parents' stall."

Li Cunxi took a general look and saw that there were only a few scattered stalls on the small street, mostly concentrated at the intersection.

There is a fruit stall, a vegetable stall at Nanjiekou, one selling popsicles, one selling melon seeds, and one selling candied haws, all of which are food.

At Beijiekou, there are two stalls selling clothes, with single styles and mainly plain colors. They also sell socks, flowers and birds, and small general merchandise.

At this moment, two foreigners were patronizing the shop selling small groceries. The boss obviously didn’t speak foreign languages. He made random gestures at the foreigners, took the things he was selling and demonstrated how to use them. Finally, the foreigners took out a one-dollar foreign exchange coupon. , take away a tickle.

Jin Wen rested for a while and took Li Cunxi to the fruit stall.

The fruit stall was not big, just a cart, and the items sold were very simple, only apples. There was a sign outside the cart that said Sanmao.

As for whether it costs [-] cents a pound, or [-] yuan a pound, or [-] cents a pound, or [-] dollars a pound, it all depends on the foreigner himself.

"Dad, this is my buddy Li Cunxi. He is very cool. A painting can be sold to foreigners for 50 yuan in foreign exchange coupons."

"Hello Uncle Jin."

Li Cunxi called someone with a smile.

"Haha, don't introduce your cunning friends to me, I'm not interested."

Father Jin glanced sideways at Li Cunxi, showing no favor to his son.

Jin Wen suddenly felt that he had lost face, and stepped forward to start a fight with his father: "Dad, if it were my former friends, you would have scolded them, because they are indeed bastards, but Brother Xi is different. He is a capable person and knows how to do it." Serious foreign languages, and also, Xige’s wife is a student at our Capital University, and both of them are educated people, so you have to show some respect.”