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"It's not more than a hundred kilometers from here to our village. Now the price of 92-octane gasoline is less than three yuan. Let's calculate it as three yuan. Your trip will cost you twenty-four yuan."

"Ten dollars for wear and tear, thirty-four."

"The price of a big job in the labor market for a day is 30 yuan, and half a day is 15 yuan."

"Thirty-four plus fifteen, which is forty-nine, let's calculate the whole number to fifty."

"Considering that you have to come back, I'll give you another twenty yuan for gas, seventy."

"So, I can only give you seventy for this trip."

Looking at the stunned old man, Qian Gui felt happy. He was taught the same lesson back then.

Looking at Xu Liang with a calm expression, he was secretly surprised.

"You look about eighteen or nineteen years old, why are you so mouthy?!"

Xu Liangdao didn't think it was anything. He came from twenty-four years later, an era where big data was rampant.

All transactions must be quantified into specific numbers.

He is also used to this way of discussing business.

Yang Jianguo took a deep puff of his cigarette and gave Xu Liang a thumbs up.

"Little brother, if I, Lao Yang, surrender, I will be eighty."

"Thanks, Master Yang. Shall we load the car now?"

"Loading the car."

After rebirth, Xu Liang has amazing strength and stronger recovery power.

Half of the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters he bought were carried into the car by himself.

Looking at himself who was sweating profusely, and then at Xu Liang who was just slightly out of breath.

Qian Gui couldn't help but sigh: "It's great to be young."

This time there was a special truck, which made the trip back much faster. We arrived home at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Xu Liang moved the couplets to his room.

After seeing Master Yang off, he looked at the 'results' filling the room with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Brother, you bought so many Spring Festival couplets, can you sell them all?"

Xu Meng looked at the Spring Festival couplets stacked half a meter high, five meters long and three meters wide, with surprise on his face.

"Sold out? You should worry about whether it's enough."

"By the way, did you ask what I asked you to ask?"

"Asked. Spring couplets like this cost two yuan per door in Yangheji; Coated paper ones like this cost five yuan per door..." Xu Meng counted the treasures from his family.

Xu Liang nodded. The town where his sister's school was located happened to be a market today, so Xu Liang asked her to ask about the market price of the Spring Festival couplets at noon.

"That's pretty much what I guessed."

"Brother, how much is your purchase price?" Xu Meng asked curiously.

"you guess."

"piece?"

Xu Liang shook his head.

"One dollar and two?"

Shake his head again.

"Oh, tell me quickly, others won't be able to guess it."

After touching his sister's dark hair lovingly, Xu Liang smiled and said: "Spring couplets made on straw pulp paper cost 1 cent per door; those on coated paper cost 2 cents per door."

"One cent? So cheap?!" Xu Meng's face showed shock.

She is very good at math and can understand the profit as soon as she thinks about it without having to do calculations.

"Brother, you are making huge profits."

"If I don't make money, why should I do this? But remember, the purchase price of Spring Festival couplets is top secret. Except for you and me, not even your parents should tell it."

Xu Meng nodded, "Dad is a big talker. If he knew how to make money, he would definitely show off his precious son everywhere."

He tapped her little head lightly.

"It's good to know. If your parents ask, just tell them the purchase price is one yuan per door."

"Know it."

"If you have nothing to do, help me take apart these Spring Festival couplets at home and count two hundred copies of each category for me."

Xu Meng nodded and looked at the brother walking out.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Huo Gang's house."

Opened the door and walked out.

Go west from the alley where your home is located, cross two streets and knock on the courtyard door.

"Who?"

A hoarse but young voice came from inside.

Xu Liang pushed the door open and walked around the screen wall.

In the yard, a tall man wearing a thin coat, nearly 1.9 meters tall and with a strong physique was practicing his fists and kicks vigorously. The knotted muscles on his body were like pieces of steel, full of strength.

"Brother Liang? Why are you here?"

The big man came forward with a happy face.

Looking at his best friend since childhood, Xu Liang stepped forward and hammered the other person on the chest a few times, and then gave him a bear hug.

"It's been a month since I last saw you, and you've gotten stronger again."

Huo Gang opened his mouth and smiled.

"Where's grandpa?"

"Listen to Peking Opera inside."

Xu Liang nodded and walked towards the main room.

Huo Gang quickly followed.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, there was a little old man wearing a black cotton-padded jacket sitting on the couch next to him, listening to the Peking Opera Shajiabang leisurely.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and looked over.

"Xiao Liangzi is here?"

"Grandpa Huo, how are you doing?"

"If you can eat and sleep, it won't be a problem to live another twenty or thirty years." The old man said with a smile.

He stood up while speaking. Although he was very old, his back was straight and he looked energetic.

Xu Liang put the cigarettes, wine and some tomatoes from his home on the table.

"These are the ones my parents asked me to bring to you."

The old man nodded and waved for him to sit down.

"Is your kid on winter vacation?"

Xu Liang nodded, "Grandpa Huo, I plan to make some money by selling Spring Festival couplets during the winter vacation."

"You want Gangzi to come with you?"

"You guessed it right." Xu Liang gave a thumbs up, "I'll give Gangzi twenty yuan a day."

"The price is not low. There happens to be no work in the fields, so let him work with you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Huo, but I also want to use your tricycle. Don't worry, I will be responsible for the gas cost and wear and tear."

The old man glanced at him and smiled: "You are very considerate. Okay, I agree."

"Thank you, Grandpa Huo."

Xu Liang turned his head.

"Gangzi, come to me on your motorcycle at six o'clock tomorrow morning after breakfast."

"Don't worry, Brother Liang, I promise to arrive on time." Huo Gang patted his chest.

"Grandpa Huo, I'll leave first."

"Gangzi, send Xiaoliangzi off."

The two got up and went out. When they walked to the door of the yard, Xu Liang turned around.

"Have you been at home all this time?"

"Two days ago, Xu Dayan next door said he would find me a job in Dawang Factory, but it will definitely have to wait until after the Chinese New Year."

Dawang Town is adjacent to their Zhuliang Town, where there are many chemical plants and tire factories. Most of the young people in the village who cannot pass the high school entrance examination go to work there except as soldiers.

It's close to home and the salary is okay.

"Don't go to the king's place yet. I will take you to the capital after the New Year."

"Jingcheng? Brother Liang, you don't go to school anymore?"

"Of course I have to go to school, otherwise my parents won't beat me to death. Don't worry, I have my own concerns about this matter, so don't tell me about it yet, just wait for the news from me."

Huo Gang nodded, "Brother Liang, I listen to you."

Growing up, he was used to listening to Xu Liang's words.

"Okay, let's go back. Don't forget to come early tomorrow."

"Um."

When I got back to my home, my parents hadn't come back yet.

Xu Liang picked up the phone and started calling.

From the beginning, he had no intention of selling Spring Festival couplets alone.