Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

There were more and more unemployed young men and women in the society. On his way to school, Yang Dongxu suddenly saw something strange. A man and a woman not far away were wearing big bell-bottom pants.

This is the mainstream of fashionable clothing in the 1980s. If you carry a tape recorder on your shoulder, plug in the tape, play songs, dance forward, twist backwards, etc., then you are the most shameful fashion pioneer, and you will be surrounded by all kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

His gaze was even better than that of later generations driving a BMW.

Of course, this still lacks an artifact. Does Mike Harris know what it is? NBA basketball player? NO, NO, NO, if you say that in this day and age, you would be too cowardly.

Do you know about Mike Harris’s toad glasses? You’ll look so handsome when you wear them, it’s an absolute tool for picking up girls. If you don’t wear a pair of toad glasses on the street, you’d be embarrassed to strike up a conversation with a girl.

Before his rebirth, Yang Dongxu had never participated in this kind of popularity. There was no way that the rural areas were too poor, and when something became popular in the rural areas, it was basically not too far away from being eliminated.

Now Yang Dongxu has the opportunity to get involved, but he doesn't want to get involved at all. Think about those pants, the stiffer and stiffer the better, the bigger the horns the better, the more spikes the better, of course the pointier the men's leather shoes the better, and

Yang Dongxu, who still had to have the 'three-section head', shuddered.

If someone took a photo of this and kept it as a souvenir, and exposed it later, he would definitely be tempted to jump off a building. So he didn't intend to get involved in these fashions. But he could do some other things.

For example, a second-rate dealer in clothing, or a batch of toad mirrors to sell, will definitely make money. As for radios and tapes, you can also make money. However, the cost of this thing is too high, and the channels are not easy to find. You can wait until a few years later to get involved.

It's easier.

However, clothing channels and Toad Mirror channels are also difficult to find, which makes Yang Dongxu feel a little headache. After all, he doesn't know any Hong Kong businessmen.

Yes, the fashion of the 1980s came from Hong Kong. As for where the fashion in Hong Kong came from, Yang Dongxu didn’t know. So if you want to sell these things, Hong Kong businessmen must find them. Of course, if you can find a clothing factory or an eyewear factory,

It would be good to imitate something, as this thing has no technical content.

While walking, thinking about these messy things, Yang Dongxu arrived home soon. When he came home, he saw that Zhou Ya was no longer there, leaving a note to go to the temple. Yang Dongxu scratched his head and didn't know what happened, but turned around and walked towards the temple.

"What's wrong?" When they got to the small courtyard, they saw Zhou Ya and old man Xuan sitting in the courtyard in a daze and Yang Dongxu felt strange.

Without saying a word, Zhou Ya took out a large iron box next to him with an unknown content. When he opened it, there were banknotes of various denominations. Of course, the maximum denomination was 10 yuan, because there are no one hundred and fifty yuan yet.

Of.

Losing money? It doesn’t look like it. Although I haven’t counted it carefully, but at a quick glance, the ten-dollar ones are probably two or three hundred. This is more than a week, ten days to be precise, the cost of buying meat and flour.

It seems to be less than two hundred, and there is still a lot of flour left in the kitchen.

So Yang Dongxu looked at Zhou Ya in confusion. In the past ten days, Zhou Ya was no longer as timid as when he first arrived. With sufficient nutrition supply, his body bones began to grow again, and his eyebrows and eyes finally opened up a little, with a beautiful look.

An unnecessary trend.

"There are more than 500 yuan in it." Zhou Ya whispered. Although there were no other outsiders in the yard, she was still afraid of being heard by others.

"I'm going to make so much money." Yang Dongxu got excited and said a popular mantra in later generations. He threw his schoolbag aside and happily counted the banknotes.

"Is this going to be okay?" Old Man Xuan felt a little uneasy.

He knew that he could make money by selling steamed buns, and he could know the approximate profit by calculating the required cost and selling price. But he didn't expect to make so much, and he was shocked when Zhou Ya moved the big iron box out.

"What could happen? We make money based on our ability without stealing or robbing. Even if the King of Heaven comes, I can't say anything." Yang Dongxu curled his lips.

"But..." Old Man Xuan is still worried. The money they earn in ten days is almost as much as what a technician earns in one year. If this takes one month, three months, or even one year, Old Man Xuan will

Swallowing his saliva: "How about we lower the price of steamed buns?"

"The price is too high, can't be sold out every day?" Yang Dongxu was stunned for a moment.

"They're all sold out, there's not a single one left, and there are still many people who can't buy it." Zhou Ya said excitedly. Watching the buns she worked so hard to make every day being rushed to buy gave her a huge boost.

Satisfied, even counting money is not as satisfying and exciting.

"Then why did you lower the price? Are you sick of your brain? If you two hadn't been too busy making 10 steamer buns a day, I would have wanted to expand production." Yang Dongxu's eyes were bright as he counted the money in his hand.

"You still want to do more selling, aren't you afraid of something happening?" Old Man Xuan was surprised.

"What could happen? The people in the woolen mill won't let you set up a stall in front of their door?" Yang Dongxu finally moved his eyes away from the money.

"That's not true." Old Man Xuan shook his head.

"Yes, a few days after the sale, the director of the factory came and refused to let us set up a stall. Later, Grandpa Xuan said something to him and gave him 10 big meat buns every day, so he stopped coming.

But he never paid." Zhou Ya pouted and was very unhappy. Someone took the buns and refused to pay. If Grandpa Xuan hadn't stopped her, she would have scratched his face.

However, the seniority of several people is quite confusing. Zhou Yiren is Yang Dongxu's godfather, and Zhou Ya is his godfather's daughter. However, Yang Dongxu only calls Zhou Ya sister and never mentions her aunt.

Old Man Xuan and Zhou Yiren could be said to be friends because of their relationship with Yang Dongxu, but when Zhou Ya called Zhou Yiren daddy, she just called Old Man Xuan grandpa.

This gave Zhou Yiren a headache, and in the end it was Old Man Xuan who made the decision. Although Zhou Yiren was not willing to be one level younger than Old Man Xuan, but Old Man Xuan's age did not matter, he had no choice but to acquiesce.

"Silly girl, if you don't give people any benefits, why do you set up a stall in front of someone else's factory? Where can you make so much money if you don't set up a stall?" Old man Xuan rubbed Zhou Ya's head, and Zhou Ya avoided it in displeasure.

Seeing this scene, Yang Dongxu felt that his heart was stabbed again. Both Zhou Yiren and old man Xuan seemed to love Zhou Ya from the bottom of their hearts. Zhou Yiren didn't care, after all, Zhou Ya was his daughter. But why did old man Xuan do the same?

ghost?

Thinking again about when he was in his hometown, although there was a preference for boys over girls in the countryside, the number of beatings his older sister and younger sister received in childhood was not even one-tenth of his own. Yang Dongxu felt even more aggrieved.

Could it be that I was reborn in the wrong era? This era does not favor boys over girls, but favors girls over boys? Otherwise, why would my parents, my godfather, and this old man in front of me always beat myself up at every turn?

"Then giving 10 is too much, giving 8, no, five is enough. If he is the only one, just give him one. It's a lot of money." Zhou Ya counted on her fingers.

Every time the fat director came to pick up the buns, it was as if he was trying to stretch her flesh. If eyes could kill, the director would have turned into meat paste, and the buns would even be too soft.

However, although Zhou Ya has lived in the countryside since she was a child, she is not a rigid person. Of course she knows the reason for giving buns, but as she said, giving too much makes people feel distressed.

Old man Xuan looked at Zhou Ya dotingly and turned to Yang Dongxu and said, "What do you think about this girl wanting to sell porridge?"

"Why do you want to sell porridge?" Yang Dongxu did not answer Old Man Xuan's question, but looked at Zhou Ya.

"You can make more money by selling porridge, and people who buy steamed buns also complain about why we don't sell some thin ones, because they will make you thirsty if you eat the steamed buns." Zhou Ya said in a low voice.

"It seems that not everyone brings water to drink. Selling porridge should also make money." Yang Dongxu rubbed his chin, then shook his head: "Just sell steamed buns, not porridge."

"Why?" Zhou Ya's eyes lit up when she heard that she could make money, but she couldn't understand when she heard that she didn't sell porridge.

"We can't make all the money. Others will be jealous, do you understand? Don't worry, in a few days those thirsty people will stop complaining." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

"Why?" Zhou Ya still didn't understand.

"Because no one is stupid. If I guessed correctly, some people should have started to secretly observe and even get excited in the past few days. So when they see that our business is so good, they will definitely follow suit. Selling steamed buns costs a lot.

, but the cost of making porridge is not big, it doesn’t matter if you just make a pot of it even if you can’t sell it.”

"They are thirsty after eating our steamed buns, so why should they drink other people's porridge?" Zhou Ya was a little unconvinced, but it was not that she didn't understand the reason. She just felt unconvinced when she thought about the money she could make but wanted others to make it.

"Okay, don't be angry. You will be angry after this. It won't be long before there are still people selling steamed buns." Yang Dongxu explained to Zhou Ya as if comforting a little sister. At this moment, it seemed that he was the eldest brother. Zhou Ya

Ya is a little sister who doesn't understand anything.

"How can that be done?" Zhou Ya was completely anxious when she heard that someone would snatch her bun business.

"Why not? You can sell steamed buns, why don't you let others sell them? Maybe other people's food trucks will be exactly the same as ours. Don't worry, we won't make less money.

When someone starts selling steamed buns like us, Mr. Xuan will upgrade the recipe of steamed buns. Our steamed buns will be more delicious than theirs. We will definitely sell better than them.

When their taste gets better and better, we will improve it. If they cannot improve and start selling at reduced prices, then we will not launch a food truck and find a place with a good location to open a store.

Then recruit a few more workers so that we can make more steamed buns. Purchasing flour and pork in large quantities can also lower the price. Although the price of steamed buns has come down, our costs have also come down. In addition, if we sell more, we can

Make a lot of money." Looking at Zhou Ya's anxious eyes, Yang Dongxu had no choice but to break down the truth and explain it to her.

"If you get your hair on you, you'll be smarter than a monkey." Old man Xuan who was sitting next to him snorted.

Three black lines suddenly appeared on Yang Dongxu's forehead. What does it mean to be "smarter than a monkey with hair on it"? This is called smart. Do you know how smart you are? Do you know if you have a long-term perspective...