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

The sky has just cleared up.

Li Cunxi lit the briquette stove, boiled two pots of hot water, cleaned up the juicer and the enamel jar, then took the enamel basin at home and went to the nearby grain and oil store, using the candy coupons he bought yesterday, he exchanged five Kilograms of sugar.

We took a long detour and bought ten fried dough sticks for fifty cents.

After returning home.

The Bai family has already gotten up.

"Wife, parents, I bought fried dough sticks. Let's eat them while they're hot."

"Well, why didn't you buy bean juice?"

Bai Jianguo sat down and scanned the table and asked.

"I forgot my bowl, so I didn't buy it. I boiled hot water. You can just dip it in the water and eat it."

Li Cunxi took out the thermos and poured a bowl of water for his father-in-law.

In this era, the chemical industry had just started, and plastic bags were not yet common. If you wanted to cook, you had to use a basin. He bought breakfast on the spur of the moment, so he didn't prepare extra utensils.

Bai Jianguo didn't say anything, picked up a fried dough stick, dipped it in water and ate it.

Zhang Lan also came to the dining table and muttered: "You think this kid, Lao Er, is getting crazy day by day. He was homeless last night."

"He is an adult. We can't control him wherever he likes to sleep. He should go to the factory to eat quickly."

Bai Jianguo picked up another fried dough stick and handed it to Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan nodded: "You are about to be evaluated as a model worker. Why do you have to go to work early to avoid being late and being reported by some villains?"

Li Cunxi was quite surprised.

He knew that his father-in-law was doing a good job in the factory, but he didn't expect that he could be judged as a model worker.

Although becoming a model worker in this era has no real benefits, it is an affirmation of a lifetime of hard work for the workers themselves.

"Dad, I'll replace the wine with water and wish you success in becoming a model worker."

He held up the white bowl.

"Haha, let me lend you some good words."

Bai Jianguo also picked up the bowl and touched it.

Zhang Lan glanced at his son-in-law, maybe because of the 1000 yuan, he didn't make fun of him.

After dinner.

In the Bai family, those who work go to work and those who go to school go to school.

Li Cunxi simply tidied up the room and then rode to Xiushui Street.

After half an hour.

He came to the street corner.

Jin Wen and Jin's father had already set up their stall.

"Uncle Jin."

Li Cunxi called someone, untied the rope that was fixed on the back seat of the car, and lifted out the juicer and a bag of enamel jars.

Father Jin glanced at the juicer and asked, "Why did you get a meat grinder? Do you want to sell steamed buns?"

"This thing looks like a meat grinder, but it's actually used to squeeze juice."

Li Cunxi took the juicer to the cart. There were screws on the juicer that could be fixed on the platform. After screwing on the screws, it became integrated with the cart.

"Juicer? Do you want to squeeze juice and sell it?"

Father Jin came over and gently shook the armrest of the juicer.

He was an old fitter before he was laid off. After a closer look, he understood the operating principle. The difference between this thing and a hand-cranked meat grinder is the filter on the head.

"Yes, squeeze juice and sell it."

After Li Cunxi finished speaking, he directed Jin Wen to stack the enamel jars on the cart.

Father Jin sneered: "Baby, do you know how much a bottle of soda costs?"

"Two cents."

Li Cunxi took out the sugar in the cloth bag, opened a thermos, made sure it was cold water, and poured it in little by little.

Father Jin asked again: "How much does it cost to squeeze apples into juice?"

"Although Guoguang is sour and sweet, it doesn't have a lot of juice. If you mix it with some sugar water, it would still cost 3 cents a cup."

Li Cunxi answered all questions.

"That's alright. The cost of your juice is more expensive than the retail price of other sodas. So why are you selling it? You can't even cover the cost. You're not suitable for business."

Father Jin's eyes were full of disappointment.

Fortunately, he still had expectations for Li Cunxi, thinking that he could lead his son on the right path.

Now it seems that they are all the same, equally unreliable and unrealistic.

Li Cunxi smiled without saying anything. He took out a pen and paper and wrote a new advertising slogan for the juice: "A cup of freshly squeezed apple juice leads to a healthy, energetic and good life."

Why do foreigners drink freshly squeezed juice? Because it is healthy and tastes good.

To put it bluntly, after foreigners are satisfied with their material life, they will consider things like health care and weight loss.

But for the people of Longguo who have just solved the problem of food and clothing, they are not qualified to talk about a healthy life.

The differences in concepts caused by this different living environment are hard to explain.

After writing the advertisement, he wrote another 3, also made a cross, and then wrote the upper limit early adopter price, 1.5 yuan.

In the 80s, Coca-Cola was priced at about two dollars abroad. A cup of freshly squeezed juice was not expensive for foreigners.

"Jin Wen, try washing two apples."

Li Cunxi ordered softly.

One advantage of this old-fashioned juicer is that it has a large diameter and does not need to be cut into small pieces before juicing like a small electric juicer.

"Brother Xie, it's done."

Jin Wen handed over the apple.

Li Cunxi took them and threw them all into the juicer. He placed an enamel vat at the water outlet and began to shake the armrest. After a while, the light yellow juice slowly flowed out.

He picked up the thermos bottle under the table and mixed some sugar water.

"Have a taste."

"okay."

Jin Wen picked up the enamel cup and took a sip, pouting as if he was reminiscing.

"good."

Jin Wen brought it to his father again: "Dad, you can try it too."

Father Jin took it and took a sip, objectively commenting: "It's not bad, but it's not as good as soda."

Li Cunxi nodded: "Uncle is right, it is indeed not as delicious as soda."

"Since you know there is no soda that tastes good, you still sell it for 1.5 yuan a cup. Are you thinking that a foreigner has your brain kicked by a donkey?"

Father Jin just finished speaking.

A foreigner who was not proficient in Chinese came up and said, "Oh my god, there is freshly squeezed juice here. Please give me a glass."

"okay."

Jin Wen hurriedly washed the apples, threw them into the juicer, took the initiative to take over the juicing work, and shook the handle seriously.

Li Cunxi picked up the thermos bottle and explained with a smile: "Sir, the concentrated juice tastes average. We need to add a little honey water to increase its flavor."

Again, it’s not illegal to brag. If you can talk about honey water, then don’t talk about cheap things like sugar water.

"Of course, please."

The foreigner shrugged.

Pour in the sugar water, Jin Wen eagerly handed over the juice, and said in his unskilled English: "With special, peripheral hookup."

The foreigner raised his glass, took a sip, and gave thumbs up repeatedly.

After drinking.

He asked: "Will you be here every day? I would like to have a glass of juice for breakfast every day to replenish vc."

"Of course, we will also launch watermelon juice and some healthy compound juices in the future. Please be sure to help us introduce more customers."

Li Cunxi answered with a smile.

"That would be great, I'll see you tomorrow."

The foreigner waved his hand and walked out of the street.

Father Jin was silent for a while and asked, "Has this foreigner never had any good drinks?"

Just as Li Cunxi was about to answer, the three girls who visited yesterday appeared again.

"Handsome guy, give us three glasses of juice."

"Ok."

Li Cunxi made a three sign, and Jin Wen immediately understood and washed the apples smoothly.

after that.

Foreigners have never stopped, and they queued up again for juice.

Father Jin's mouth never closed again.

His brain was running very fast, but even if he wanted to smoke, he couldn't figure out why the foreigner had to spend more money to buy apple juice instead of buying cheap and delicious soda?

Jin's father was not the only one surprised.

Li Cunxi actually didn't expect that foreigners would praise juice so much that there would be a long queue without him doing any marketing.

Why is this happening?

It’s definitely not that the juice tastes so good, the rest can only be that foreigners think it’s a good deal.

It seems that freshly squeezed juice is more expensive abroad than he thought.