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

Father Jin sneered: "It's none of my business whether he can be patient or not. I don't point him to make money for his retirement, so why should I respect him?"

In his impression, his son had never done anything good, and vice versa. Any normal person would not disdain the company of a scoundrel like his son.

"Dad, you really said what you said. Your son just wants to get rich with Xige, so he wants to do business with you for 500 yuan."

The inscriptions on the snake-killing stick are inscribed in gold, directly stating the purpose of the visit.

"How many?"

Father Jin thought he heard wrongly.

Jin Wen spread his five fingers and shook them: "Just take five hundred."

Jin's father immediately became angry and yelled: "You want 500 yuan? I am your father, not the God of Wealth. Gungun, don't delay my business."

"Dad, your son is really going to do something big this time, so just lend me 500 yuan and I will pay you back double within a year!"

Jin Wen continued to ask shamelessly.

"Jin Wen, let me count you. If you don't get out, don't blame me for beating you in front of so many people."

Father Jin said and began to untie his belt.

"three."

"two."

Li Cunxi knew from his posture that he would not be able to get the money, so he stepped forward and grabbed Jin Wen who was still wanting to speak: "Forget it if you can't get it, let's find other ways to raise the money."

"Brother Xie, don't worry, I will definitely be able to get the money. Please stay aside to prevent the old man from taking action and affecting you."

Jin Wen pulled Li Cunxi to the back and returned to Jin's father.

Puff.

He actually knelt down.

"Dad, your son really wants to do something this time. Just take pity on me and give me 500 yuan. I will kowtow to you."

talking.

His head hit the ground hard.

boom!

boom.

One ring after another.

Father Jin frowned.

In my impression, my son has never begged me so much. Even if he asked his family for money, he would shout and drink, and if he didn't get it, he would throw things and smash bowls.

Now that I have changed my temper and learned to be soft, do I really want to do something?

But 500 yuan was really not a small amount, and he couldn't trust Li Cunxi, a stranger, so he still didn't dare agree.

Soon.

There was already blood stasis on Jin Wen's head, so he only knocked a few more times when he saw blood.

"Okay, stop knocking and making people laugh. I promise to give it to you."

After all, Jin's father felt sorry for his son and had no choice but to compromise.

"Then follow up and go home with me to get the money."

Jin Wen urged.

Father Jin waved his hand: "I can't give you the money."

"Are you kidding me? Believe it or not, I bumped into my head and died here, leaving you to die without a son."

Seeing that his father had gone back on his word, Jin Wen pointed at the white wall of the embassy opposite and threatened again.

Father Jin glanced at Li Cunxi again and said softly: "Didn't you say that this boy can make money? Well, from now on, this fruit stall belongs to both of you. I will help you get the fruit. I sell the fruit every day." Set aside the capital and stall fees, and all the profits will be yours. When I earn [-], I will take back the stall."

"Dad, I'm not like you. How much profit can be made from this broken fruit? By the time I save 500 yuan, the day lily will be cold."

Jin Wen's face fell immediately after hearing his father's request.

Jin's father took out a small stack of foreign exchange coupons from his pocket and waved it in front of Jin Wen: "Did you see it? I made a profit today. Three yuan of RMB plus four yuan of foreign exchange coupons. If I go to the capital, I will make a net profit of six yuan." RMB, if you manage it well, you can make 100 yuan in one month, and you can make 500 yuan in five months."

"But......"

Jin Wen wanted to say something else, but Li Cunxi held his shoulders and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Jin, for making us rich."

He knew what Jin Wen's father was thinking, and he didn't treat him as a dish at all.

I just want to keep my son in the stall and take good care of him, so that I can support myself through this business in the future. I have to say that parents are always worried about their children.

In fact, he is the same. He works hard to make money because he wants to give his wife and daughter the best. At the very least, he will not worry about material worries.

"Since Brother Xi has said so, let's sell apples first."

Jin Wen answered listlessly.

"Okay, then I'll go to the front door and look at the stall with your mother, and I'll leave this fruit stall to you two."

Father Jin stood up holding on to the car board and limped out.

Li Cunxi said softly: "Jin Wen, you have a good father. If you make money in the future, respect him well."

"That is required."

Jin Wen smiled, but when he saw the fruit stall, his face dropped again, and he asked Li Cunxi: "Brother Xi, are we really selling fruit here?"

"Of course, we don't have the capital to do anything else. Besides, your dad also said that this stall can make several yuan a day, which is no better than working part-time."

Li Cunxi picked an apple from the stall and took a bite. It was sour and sweet and filled his mouth with saliva.

It is indeed the taste of the old Guoguang apple in my impression.

It has a more complex taste than the pure sweetness of the later popular Red Fuji.

Jin Wen rolled his eyes when he heard that. He also picked up an apple, wiped it with his sleeve, took a big bite, and said while chewing: "Don't listen to my dad's nonsense. His three yuan foreign exchange coupon must be something he encountered." A silly foreigner bought an apple directly for three yuan a pound. This kind of thing may not happen once a month. Usually, the profit is one to two yuan at most. Putting aside the thunder and rain, it may not be possible to collect it in a year. 500 yuan."

"Actually, your dad's apples are quite competitive, with extremely high sweetness and sourness. They are also considered high-quality among Guoguang apples."

"Hey, brother Xi, you are right. My dad's apples are all good ones picked out by relatives in Chengde. They are guaranteed to be sweet and sour."

"That's okay. Since Guoguang is a fine product, there's nothing wrong with selling it more expensively."

Li Cunxi took off the sign from the fruit stall, took out his own brush and ink from the painting tools, and added a 3 and a dot in front of the 1, making it 1.3.

"Brother Xie, are you planning to sell it for 1.3 per pound? Many foreigners here have been in Long Country for many years and know the approximate prices. If the price is too outrageous, they won't buy it."

Jin Wen persuaded softly.

Li Cunxi smiled, then took a pen and marked 1.3 with a cross. Below it was written in English, "Exquisite Big Apple, original price 1.3 foreign exchange coupons, now discounted 0.7 foreign exchange coupons per catty, buy three catties and get one catty free."

Subsequently.

He also wrote a paragraph under the playing card, introducing how powerful apples are. Choose one out of ten thousand. According to scientific research, the high-quality apples he sells are sweet and sour, in line with the best taste of human beings, and contain vitamins and other nutrients, which are higher than ordinary apples. 20.00% and has anti-aging effects.

In this era, there are no advertising laws, so this apple can't kill anyone, so he can't help but brag about it.

Besides, his introduction was still based on the basic nutritional value of apples, slightly exaggerated. Compared with the medicinal wine, Ant God, and those health products that charge IQ taxes in the future, it is many times more conscience-free.

Jin Wen stretched his head and looked at this string of English words, but he didn't recognize a single word.

"Brother Xie, you just write in foreign languages ​​and don't write Chinese translations?"

"Let me ask you, would you buy apples that cost [-] cents a pound?"

"Hey, if I don't buy Guoguang's [-] cents per catty, I'll buy the [-] cents if my brain is kicked by a donkey."

"That's okay, Apple is sold to foreigners, and the introduction is also to foreigners."

"But foreigners are not fools. If you sell it for [-] cents, they might buy it. If you sell it for [-] cents, it's a bit expensive."

"Just think that our apples were grown in the Queen Mother's peach garden, so they should be sold more expensively."

Li Kang put the sign up again.

With a little marketing and his sharp tongue, these apples were easy to sell.

"Apples from the Peach Garden? Do foreigners believe it?"

Jin Wen was still a little worried.

He and his father spent a few days here. These foreigners looked generous, but in fact they were very picky. The only advantage was that they could use foreign exchange coupons to earn an extra ten cents per pound.