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

Bai Xiaoyan walked out of the courtyard, and Li Cunxi followed silently behind her.

In his memory, his wife rarely lost her temper with him, but when she really got angry, he was quite frightened.

The two walked out of the alley and came to a secluded corner.

Bai Xiaoyan turned around suddenly.

Li Cunxi was dazed for a moment, and when he stopped walking, he and his wife were almost cheek to cheek.

Bai Xiaoyan didn't mean to give in. She looked directly at her husband with her big eyes. Tears gradually filled her eyes and her voice choked up: "Li Cunxi, do you dislike us two and want to go back to the countryside to find another one?"

Li Cunxi smiled and said: "Silly girl, you are so jealous. You and Duoduo are both in the city, how can I bear to go back alone?"

Bai Xiaoyan gave him a hammer and asked with red eyes: "Why do you say such big words, you are going to rob a bank for 1000 yuan in three days?"

Li Cunxi chuckled: "That's a good idea. Wife, please lend me a pair of stockings. I'll put them on my head tomorrow and then go to the bank..."

"How long have you been poor?"

Bai Xiaoyan punched him with her fist, glared at him, and said: "My parents are just talking, and they don't insist that you get so much money. If you can find a stable job, they won't say anything more." , I’ll go out tomorrow and ask which factory is recruiting people.”

“I only have a rural registered permanent residence, and no factory would want me!”

Li Cunxi shook his head. Young people in later generations are not willing to enter the factory. It is difficult to recruit people even if the factory offers high prices. But in the 80s, it was easy to get into the factory. It was his turn. "Don't worry about this, I already have it." Got an idea.”

"What's the idea?"

"Liantan."

"You want to set up a stall?"

Bai Xiaoyan was stunned.

In her opinion, there are not many serious people who practice stalls. They are all hooligans who do not do their job properly. They make things for fun and make little money.

"Correct."

Li Cunxi nodded.

"You...well, forget it, I'll try my best to raise some money these days, as much as I can. I'll make my parents happy first, and maybe I'll forget what happened today. As for the remaining money, we'll do it again Make up for it slowly, my car is here, I have to leave first."

The dilapidated bus was approaching. Bai Xiaoyan waved her hand and trotted after it.

Li Cunxi watched the bus go away, and then walked back slowly.

The setting sun made his shadow very long.

His thinking also diverged.

In 83, at the beginning of reform and opening up, most people were still immersed in the planned economy and the hotbed of equal distribution. There were also a very small number of people who took the lead in responding to the policy of making some people rich first and became the first batch of pioneers to do business overseas.

It was 84 when China really ushered in the first trend of going overseas. Before that, Li Cunxi had to save a start-up capital.

In the capital at that time, although self-employed businesses and traders were springing up like mushrooms after a spring rain, as the saying goes, it was still an egalitarian society and everyone had limited spending power. If you expected to make big money by doing business with the locals, you would have to wait another year. We will wait until the above policies become more relaxed and the whole society embraces the market economy.

So, in the capital city under the planned economy, apart from selling things to ordinary people, who else can we sell to?

Of course they are foreigners visiting Beijing.

This year, in order to supplement the shortage of foreign exchange, the country has opened up foreign tourism.

When these foreigners came to Longguo for consumption, they would exchange foreign currency into foreign exchange coupons, which were much more expensive than the RMB at that time.

With it, you can go in and out of Friendship Stores, Overseas Chinese Stores and other places, buy unlimited grain and oil, buy the most fashionable cosmetics and clothes, and even buy some imported home appliances that can only be bought with tickets.

Even if you don't use it, if you sell it to scalpers, it will be at least 1:1.3. If you have the channels, you can sell it for 1.5.

Once the customer base is determined, what to sell next is critical.

No matter what country you are from or what color your skin is, the mentality when traveling is the same. When you go to a place, you must buy things with local characteristics.

For example, my country's unique silk fabrics, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, etc. are all good choices.

He dug into his pocket and looked at the only eighty cents left.

Just remembered.

I bought a train ticket to Yangcheng with my own money.

Thinking about it now, in my previous life, I was considered a very bold artist. With only [-] cents in my pocket and no food stamps from across the country, I dared to go out and work hard. It was a miracle that I didn't starve to death.

"Well, with such a small amount of funds, we can't hope to purchase goods. Let's just rely on our craftsmanship to make a living!"

Li Cunxi put the eighty cents back into his pocket.

He plans to sell paintings.

In his last life, in order not to forget the faces of his wife and daughter, he began to learn painting and left the images of his wife and daughter in his memory on the drawing paper.

Therefore, he is very good at Chinese painting and oil painting, and he is even said to be extremely accomplished.

If he was selling paintings, he naturally couldn't sell oil paintings. Firstly, oil paints were expensive and he couldn't afford them. Secondly, foreigners were most in need of oil paintings and would definitely not buy them.

Traditional Chinese painting is different. It is a representative of our country's culture and is very suitable for young and educated foreigners who come to China to travel in this era.

However, the tools and materials required for Chinese painting are not cheap.

The cheapest pig-bristle pen costs at least 8 cents to 1 yuan, not to mention rice paper, ink, and paint. To put together this set, you have to spend at least four or five yuan.

For him now, this is a huge sum of money.

So he targeted his neighbors in the yard.

Li Cunxi returned to the courtyard. The evening was the busiest time in the courtyard.

The children were running around the yard, chasing each other.

Some adults sat on rocking chairs to enjoy the cool air, while others put together two square tables and played table tennis with their waists bent.

Others set up a long table and played under the lamp.

It was him that Li Cunxi was looking for.

The uncle who writes calligraphy is named Liu Cong. Although he is a worker, he likes to be arty and write ink.

For this reason, we also spent money to build a 6-square-meter study room.

I was writing calligraphy in the yard on this Mahakala day just to take advantage of the crowd and show off my calligraphy skills.

Sensing someone approaching, Liu Cong glanced sideways and sneered: "Can you, an illiterate person from the countryside, understand calligraphy?"

"Understood."

Li Cunxi scanned the writing on the table. Zhao Ziang's two-praise and two-picture poem was a masterpiece in running script.

Judging from the words, Liu Cong has put in a lot of effort, but from the perspective of an expert like Li Cunxi, it is still a little short of the mark.

"Haha, if you know calligraphy, I know how to build aircraft carriers, and if you are illiterate, you are illiterate. Why are you pretending to be an educated person like me?"

Liu Cong was sarcastic while writing.

"How about I write two for you?"

Li Cunxi said with a smile.

Liu Cong looked Li Cunxi up and down, his eyes full of disgust: "You're such an old hat, you're going to slander me with just one look, you're going to stay where it's cool!"

Li Cunxi was not annoyed when he was scolded. Instead, he smiled and said: "Hey, if you don't write well, let's not let anyone tell you how you can improve your skills. No wonder you are crushed by that nemesis in the factory."

"Who are you talking about being crushed to death? Tell me clearly!"

Liu Cong put down his paintbrush and looked angry.

In addition to him, there is also Lao Li who is good at calligraphy in Liu Cong's factory. His skill is obviously about the same as him, but it is Lao Li's calligraphy that is favored by the leaders.

Not only that, this Lao Li also won a prize in an amateur competition.

Liu Cong was very jealous of this and scolded Lao Li all day long, making the scene known to everyone in the yard.

So no matter who it is, as long as this person is mentioned in front of him, he will definitely turn his face.

"Do you know where you lost?"

"Give me the pen!"

"Pen?"

Li Cunxi stretched out his hand and looked at Liu Cong.

Liu Cong hesitated for a moment, then handed over the pen with a groan: "You better tell me one, two, three, otherwise I won't be able to stay in the courtyard any longer!"

"You look good!"

Li Cunxi rolled up his sleeves and waved his pen and ink with a smile.