Reborn King of Marketing

The matter was basically settled. Zhang Xuebing planned to let butcher Zhang Hu be responsible for collecting pigs from various villages in the mountains and then transport them to the slaughtering point.

Lao Guo is responsible for finding distributors, and his son Guo Xiaotao is responsible for supervision and delivery. The father and son only contribute and share 20% of the net profit.

An industrial chain was built unconsciously.

Moreover, this business lasts much longer than digging wild vegetables and fishing, and can even extend into more industries. Of course, this is a matter of the future.

As we speak, the evening peak is coming. There are two peaks in the vegetable market every day, namely the morning market and the evening peak after get off work in the evening.

As people after get off work poured into the vegetable market, asking prices and buying vegetables, various stalls began to get busy. The stalls of Lao Guo and Lao Wang were crowded with regular customers. The two exchanged words and asked for money, and they were very busy.

At this time, Zhang Xuebing no longer needs to stay, he has other arrangements.

He immediately called Ma Gan and asked him to return to the village first.

"Brother Xiaobing, you won't come back?"

Zhang Xuebing gave him thirty yuan and told him, "I still have something to do. This money is the wages of the three of you. Go back to the village and tell my sister-in-law that I will go back tomorrow. You three will dig wild vegetables tomorrow and wait for me to go back."

Say it again!"

Calcium carbide has run out again. Even if Zhang Xuebing wants to catch fish, he can't do it. He can only wait until Wang Mingjie can find the raw materials tomorrow morning.

He suddenly returned to this era, and he always felt a little out of touch with the times. He wanted to completely integrate into it and rediscover the feelings and memories of his previous life.

In addition, due to his experience in the previous life, he developed the habit of taking one step and looking at three steps, and began to plan in his mind the main business direction in the future, which required a market survey.

"Brother Xiaobing, please be more careful. If the villagers dig wild vegetables, can we collect them?"

Wild vegetables will definitely open up the market. How can Zhang Xuebing give up this way of making money? "Collect as much as you want. You ask my sister-in-law to keep the accounts first, and I will go back and settle the knots for them. But I have to be careful not to collect the rotten ones. Also,

Just collect the eggs you have, and you and Gou Sheng will send over the rest of the fish and vegetables tomorrow morning!"

"Okay, I'll hold your eyes for you, then I'll leave first!"

Ma Gan almost squeezed out the thirty yuan, which was the largest amount of money he had ever owned, and carefully stuffed it into his strongest pocket. Suddenly, as if he had made some decision, he grabbed Zhang Xuebing, who was about to turn around, and said.

"Brother Xiaobing, I..."

Zhang Xuebing thought he was going to make some request, so he smiled calmly and said, "Brother, if you have any difficulties, just tell us and we can discuss it!"

Ma Gan shook his head and said, "No, I, how can I say this!"

Seeing how he was hesitating to speak, Zhang Xuebing was worried for him and slapped him on the shoulder, "Master, just say what you are saying!"

"Hey, I ate too much last night and couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk and heard a cricket chirping..."

What's going on here? Zhang Xuebing frowned when he heard that. I'm so busy that I don't have time to listen to you catching crickets. He said directly, "Tell me the important point!"

"Hey, I chased Cricket outside the village chief's house, and I heard Zhang Erdou and his father discussing how to deal with you!"

Zhang Xuebing's expression became solemn, "Oh, how is he going to deal with me?"

"I didn't really hear it. It seems that Zhang Erdou said that he wants you to be like your brother and have a back mountain or something..."

My eldest brother’s death was not an accident!

This is a poisonous thorn in Zhang Xuebing's heart. Today, he finally got a clue. This matter is inseparable from Zhang Yongzhong and his son, and they are going to kill him!

This time, this scourge must be completely eradicated, and the victims must be brought to justice!

Lishan County is only a county under the jurisdiction of Luoning City, but it also has a population of more than 100,000. It is close to the urban area and has the feel of a satellite city of Luning City.

Zhang Xuebing temporarily stored his bicycle in the vegetable market and strolled onto the main road - North Street.

Relying on the memories of his previous life, he walked on this strange yet familiar street.

At the rush hour after get off work, the streets are crowded with people, most of whom are riding bicycles. Motorcycles are rare, and four wheels are even rarer. The only bus is a trolley bus with big pigtails.

The low-rise shops on both sides of the road played a variety of Hong Kong and Taiwan pop songs, which was deafening, and the shop owner himself stood at the door and loudly greeted business.

The chaotic and noisy sounds interweave into a downtown sonata, highlighting the characteristics of this era.

Looking from afar, there are no buildings above five floors in the county. The tallest building is the gray four-story telegraph building. The transmitting antenna high on the top of the building makes it stand out from the crowd.

After the death of his relatives in his previous life, Zhang Xuebing stayed in the county town for a while, starting from small commodity wholesale business and growing bigger and bigger. It can be said that this is the place where he made his fortune.

As night falls, a trolleybus roars past. When it turns, its long braid rubs against the high-voltage wires, causing a string of sparks and a chirping sound that makes people's scalp numb.

Zhang Xuebing looked up at this once-familiar scene, as if it was a lifetime ago.

He saw a printing shop on the roadside. There were not many such shops these days. He walked in and asked for pen and paper. He first wrote an advertisement and asked them to help print it into a leaflet.

The cost of this kind of single-color printed tissue paper is very low, only a few cents per piece. Zhang Xuebing spent dozens of yuan to have them print thousands of copies first.

Before I left, I took a look and found that most of the work in the store was printing business cards and banners. Logically speaking, I should also print business cards. But then I thought about it, I don’t even have a landline phone now, and I can’t contact people who have printed business cards.

, and let it go.

When he walked out of the printing shop, it was already dark. Zhang Xuebing wanted to find a place to eat, but suddenly he thought about where to go after eating, and he began to feel confused.

At this time, there was no such thing as a platform waiting area. The bus stop was just a telegraph pole with a metal sign hanging on it.

He strolled to the telephone pole, and after waiting for an unknown amount of time, a dingy tram suddenly stopped in front of him.

As the car body shook violently, the door slowly opened.

As soon as Zhang Xuebing stepped on the pedal, the conductor with a yellow canvas bag hanging on his chest stood on the ticket counter and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hurry up, get on the bus, walk in, walk in, take the initiative to buy a ticket, don't let me say anything about your face..."

Zhang Xuebing grabbed the armrest and took out the money, "Qili Mountain!"

In his previous life, he rented a house from this place for several years, and now he wanted to go back for some reason.

"Five points..." The conductor took the money but did not give the ticket. This was also a characteristic of the times. No wonder the buses were later changed to unmanned ticket sales.

Although it was the rush hour, there were not many people on the bus, but the seats were all full, and there were even people lying on the longest chair in the back row.

The passengers in the car were even more wanton. Some stuck their heads out of the windows, some crossed their legs and picked at their feet, and some even smoked and spit.

The tram started with a violent jolt, causing many passengers to curse.

Zhang Xuebing was dressed in a rustic dress, and everyone around him looked disgusted and took the initiative to give him a large space.

He accidentally found a familiar figure in the carriage, but the other person didn't see him, and he didn't want to disturb the other person, so he found an open space near the window, leaned on the pillar, and looked out the window silently.

The night was blurry, the lights flickered, and the scenery outside the window was constantly being thrown back.

The fleeting light shines into the car through the gaps between the trees, alternating between bright and dim, like a dream and an illusion. Everything seems so unreal, as if this car is carrying people traveling through time and space.

He couldn't help but ask himself, where do I belong? Is it the poor and backward time and space now, or the prosperous city thirty years from now? What is the purpose of God's arrangement for me to be reborn?

The speed of the car is fast, the scenery changes, and the past events come to mind one by one, like reviewing a book or watching a movie again.

Time passed in a daze, and a deserted mountain village appeared in my mind. There was a dilapidated adobe house, and a pair of sisters stood outside the door and looked up at it.

Zhang Xuebing felt like he was finding himself again and found his direction.

For him, the place where they are is the spiritual destination and home!

Maybe this is why my hometown is where my heart belongs!

In this era, although the home is broken and the hometown is poor, it is a blank picture that can be splashed with ink.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuebing suddenly felt extremely proud. Why don't I leave a strong and colorful stroke on this painting?

"Catch the gangsters!" A woman's scream resounded throughout the carriage, as if it was about to penetrate the sky!