Rebirth 1989: My Unlucky Career

After the two parties signed the agreement, Zhao Zhuo left the textile factory with the contract.

The buyer has been secured. Next, he will go to Moscow to find the seller.

Fortunately, when he cooperated with the scammer, he bought the ticket first, otherwise, he would not be able to go to Moscow.

"Although I have a ticket, if I go to Moscow, it will take five days. Where can I get money for food and drinks?"

Zhao Zhuo, who was walking on the street, got into trouble.

As the saying goes, a poor man gets rich. He was extremely poor now. If he went to Moscow like this, he would definitely suffer from hunger and might not even make it there.

At this moment, a young man who looked like a thin monkey standing at the door of the billiards hall not far away greeted Zhao Zhuo enthusiastically.

"Brother Zhuo, Brother Zhuo, why are you going!"

Zhao Zhuo glanced at the skinny monkey-like man, searched in his memory, and found out that this guy's name was Zhang Hao, and he was the small boss of the Black Eight Billiards Hall.

In the days after Zhao Zhuo first came back, his friends always brought him to the billiard hall here to play billiards and drink, and he was considered a familiar friend.

"I just went over there to discuss some business, why don't you go home?" Zhao Zhuo responded absently.

Now his mind is full of thoughts of making money, and he has no intention of having fun.

Zhang Hao came to Zhao Zhuo in three steps and put his arm on his shoulder, looking like a warm and good brother.

"Brother Zhuo, don't leave in a hurry. I have something to ask you for help!"

Zhang Hao looked slightly respectful, as if asking for help. Zhao Zhuo had worked hard in the big cities in the south and was much more knowledgeable than these country bumpkins.

Zhao Zhuo was depressed that he had no place to make money. He originally wanted to refuse directly, but he had been a businessman in his previous life and had never refused anyone directly.

At this point, he could only ask slightly impatiently: "Tell me what's going on first, I can't guarantee that I can help."

Zhang Hao scratched his head and said sheepishly: "I got some goods from the clothing and knitting factory and wanted to find a way to sell them. Brother Zhuo, do you have such a way here?"

Zhao Zhuo stopped. He was really dozing off and someone gave him a pillow. Isn't it obvious that he was here to give him money?

"What you are saying is that I am not a god. Please tell me first, what kind of thing are you talking about?"

Although Zhao Zhuo was vaguely excited in his heart, on the surface, he still pretended to be nonchalant, which is the training of an old businessman.

Zhang Hao felt embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "It's a batch of underwear, worn by women. There was a problem with the machine at that time, and the sizes produced were all too large."

Intuition told Zhao Zhuo that the size of the underwear was too large. As long as there was no problem with the quality, there would be no worries about sales. There must be something fishy about it.

Zhao Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but stared at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao was so stared at that he quickly continued, "It's not a little bit too big. The girls here are not that big at all! This is a batch of defective products."

Zhao Zhuo nodded, frowned, and said after thinking for a while: "You really created a problem for me, and there's nothing I can do about it!"

He spoke in a very difficult tone, as if there was really no way he could do it.

Zhang Hao sighed helplessly and said sadly: "Brother Zhuo, please help me think of a solution. I was also cheated. I spent hundreds of dollars on this batch of goods!"

Zhao Zhuo had already made a plan in his mind. He had been dealing with Lao Maozi for half his life in his previous life. How could he still not understand them?

As women there get older, their figures become bloated.

Large-size underwear may not be popular in China, but at Lao Maozi's side, it is a best-seller.

However, he definitely couldn't tell Zhang Hao directly, otherwise, where would he go to get the benefits?

Zhao Zhuo pretended to scratch his head and said in a very embarrassed tone: "We are all brothers. If someone comes to me, I will definitely not cause trouble for myself. Just wait for my news. I will go back and ask."

Zhang Hao didn't care whether what Zhao Zhuo said was true or false, but his face was no longer as dejected as before, but full of joy.

"Okay, Brother Zhuo, then I'll wait for your news. As long as you can find a way to help me get this batch of goods out without letting me lose money!"

Zhao Zhuo laughed and the two of them exchanged a few polite words before he turned and left.

He could have agreed directly, but in that case, this matter would obviously be too simple. How could he talk to Zhang Hao Lion?

With Zhang Hao's incident, Zhao Zhuo felt at ease, and when he returned home, he packed his luggage directly.

The train leaving for Moscow was five days later. He had to go to the capital to take a train. The seven days along the way would have to be spent entirely on the train.

Zhao Zhuo lay at home for three days. Zhang Hao came to see him twice, but he couldn't handle it either time, but he used the excuse of being a little clever to get past him.

When it was time to go to the capital, he came to Zhang Hao's billiards hall.

Zhang Hao, who was busy playing billiards for others, saw Zhao Zhuo pushing in the door and trotted over to greet him.

"Brother Zhuo, is the matter settled?"

After all, Zhang Hao was young and couldn't restrain his eagerness.

Zhao Zhuo nodded with a wry smile, and advised in a gentle tone: "The matter is settled, but brother, let me tell you the truth, if you don't want the goods anymore, you can just pay the few hundred yuan."

He looked like he was thinking about Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Brother, what do you mean by this?"

Zhao Zhuo opened his mouth, as if he was very embarrassed.

"There is definitely no domestic market, so I can only help you find one abroad!"

He paused and then said: "I just happened to go to Lao Maozi and ask for you. They really need it, but they have to send it to the capital first, and then send it over. This costs several hundred yuan.

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Hearing this, Zhang Hao nodded and asked thoughtfully: "Can we make the money back?"

Zhao Zhuo smiled and said: "There is hope, because you also know that there is a shortage of things over there!"

Everyone knows what the general environment is like at Lao Maozi's place.

What's more, Zhao Zhuo is very aware of Zhang Hao's thoughts. This guy runs a billiards hall and is quite rich. It's not a big deal if he pays 1,800 yuan.

Sure enough, when Zhang Hao heard Zhao Zhuo's words, he started pacing back and forth.

"Brother, look at the arrangement and tell me how much it will cost! As long as I don't lose money, whatever I can make is yours!"

Zhao Zhuo pretended to be sulky and said, "What you said, brother, am I that kind of person? I'm just helping you, look at you!"

Zhang Hao quickly persuaded Zhao Zhuo, and after some negotiation, the two decided that the money earned would be divided in half.

After finalizing the plan, Zhao Zhuo simply calculated the shipping cost for Zhang Hao, which would cost more than 600 yuan. Zhao Zhuo took the money and left.

After leaving the billiard hall, Zhao Zhuo was not idle. He went to the warehouse where the underwear was stored, found a car and delivered the underwear to his mud house in the suburbs.

If he really sent these things to Moscow, how would six hundred yuan be enough for shipping? What would he spend on the way?