Reborn King of Marketing

In Zhang Xuebing's memory, the summer of July 1991 was particularly hot, and the mountainous area where his hometown is located continued to be dry for nearly a month.

This uncharacteristically extreme weather suddenly changed in early August. It rained heavily for several days and the temperature dropped sharply, turning the originally hot summer into late autumn.

Originally, rain was a good thing, but for the mountain village, it became a disaster.

Except for the cement houses at the center of the village, most of Zhangjiacun's houses are made of clay. There are no rainproof tiles on the roofs, but they are covered with thatch.

Under the torrential rain, most of these houses suffered heavy losses.

Water leakage was considered a good thing, and the roofs of many houses were blown off by the strong wind. What's more, the walls of several houses collapsed and the whole family was buried under the rubble. Countless people were injured.

Then a bigger disaster came. Heavy rain soaked the autumn crops that were about to be harvested, making the already difficult mountain villages even worse.

The mountain road was washed away and hundreds of villagers were trapped on the mountain. All communications outside were completely interrupted. After the county repaired the mountain road, most of the villagers suffered from severe colds.

The sister-in-law's condition worsened as a result, and the little girl's illness was also caused by the heavy rain. It can be said that the heavy rain was one of the root causes of their illness.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuebing couldn't help but break out in white hair, secretly hating himself that he only thought about making a fortune and threw this matter into Java.

If the development proceeds according to the original plan, the unprepared villagers may suffer the same disaster as in the previous life.

Now that I am reborn, I must not let this tragedy happen again!

At this moment, Lao Zhao was talking to the side, but Zhang Xuebing didn't listen to a word. Instead, he carefully calculated what would be needed to avoid this disaster.

The best way is to let the villagers temporarily move to the county town or down the mountain before the heavy rain comes, but this is obviously unrealistic.

Even if I become the leader of the team, I can't make them give up the autumn grain that is about to be harvested and move without any reason. You must know that this grain is their life and livelihood.

What if you just drag the little girl and sister-in-law down the mountain to avoid disaster, and let the villagers suffer or even die? Are they still considered human beings?

Scenes of the villagers supporting me that day appeared before my eyes, and every face, every expression and movement in my mind was played back like a movie.

When a disaster is approaching, staying alone, watching with cold eyes, and remaining indifferent is something only a cold-blooded animal can do, and Zhang Xuebing cannot do it.

After thinking about it, it was only right to help the villagers repair their houses and stock up on food supplies before the heavy rain came, so as to deal with this disaster in the past.

However, although labor costs are free to do these things, the materials and supplies are not a small sum, and Zhang Xuebing can't help but feel a little sad for the funds he has worked so hard to earn.

Then I thought about it, maybe God allowed me to be reborn again just to resolve this disaster. If I stand by and watch, not only will my conscience be troubled in the future, but I may also suffer retribution.

In his previous life, he never believed in these gods and ghosts, but something like rebirth happened to him, which made him unable to help but believe that there might be a higher existence in the dark world.

If human consciousness really reincarnates from one life to another, then every life and death is a practice for the next life.

In order to have a more perfect afterlife, you should face each reincarnation seriously and improve your soul in terms of character.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Xuebing made a decision. No matter how much money he spent this time, he must let the villagers tide over this difficulty!

"Brother, I miss a beautiful woman. Why did I get distracted?"

Zhao Xianming pushed over a blue and white porcelain bowl, with green mung bean paste under the cool air. "Drink some mung bean paste to relieve the heat. This is our specialty!"

Touching the cold porcelain bowl, the alluring fragrance penetrated into his nostrils. Zhang Xuebing picked up the bowl and took a deep sip. It was sweet, glutinous and fragrant. It was really different.

He put down the porcelain bowl and said with a smile, "What beauty are you thinking about? I'm thinking about how to make more money!"

Zhao Xianming drank the mung bean paste in one gulp and groaned in comfort. He understood most of Zhang Xuebing's plan and asked with a frown.

"If you don't have more than 100,000 yuan in hand, plus this loan of 50,000 yuan, it won't be enough to open a breeding farm and a health care products factory. The money will be more and the interest will be heavy. The steady development in the early stage is your top priority.

..."

Zhang Xuebing shook his head and interrupted his words, and said in a deep voice, "It is important to be sound, but time has not waited for me. Besides, not all of the more than 100,000 yuan in my hand is mine. Some of it is fees that need to be paid to the villagers."

Taking a sip of mung bean paste, he weighed it and said, "Seeing that the rainy season is coming, I plan to use part of the money to repair the roofs of the villagers, so as to avoid the heavy rains and the collapse of the walls and houses!"

Zhao Xianming was stunned for a moment, curled his lips and said, "I agree with doing good things for the villagers, but you also have time. After the factory is on track and makes money, it will be too late to give back to the villagers. Now you are short of funds, so you still spend this money.

, it’s a bit more gain than loss!”

Zhang Xuebing smiled bitterly in his heart. How could I not know that every penny spent now may lead to the loss of thousands or tens of thousands of profits in the future?

Zhao Xianming still wanted to persuade him, but suddenly he saw someone coming in. After seeing the person clearly, he stood up quickly and greeted with a smile on his face.

"Chief Qian, as soon as you come in, it won't be hot anymore. Please take a seat quickly!"

He walked a few steps quickly, took the person's hand, shook it hard, turned around and introduced to Zhang Xuebing, "Brother, this is the Qian Section Chief of the Credit Department of the Rural Credit Cooperative!"

The man was in his early thirties, with a thin, white-striped face. The most obvious thing about him was that he had a very big mouth. The nasolabial folds on both sides of his mouth were as deep as ravines. At first glance, he looked like a man with a big mouth.

Zhang Xuebing greeted him in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and asked Section Chief Qian to sit in the seat opposite the door.

Lao Qian glanced at Zhang Xuebing and didn't say anything. He sat down carelessly and crossed his legs.

"I said, Lao Zhao, you are still doing this in this hot day. It would be so comfortable to sleep at home. Hey, if it weren't for your face, I would be too lazy to go out!"

Lao Zhao laughed along with him, offering cigarettes and pouring water. He seemed to be afraid of offending Section Chief Qian.

Zhang Xuebing saw all this, and he felt grateful in his heart. For his own sake, Lao Zhao really put down his posture and flattered him. He must not treat this buddy badly in the future!

However, Section Chief Qian's lips curled up as if the whole world was revolving around him. He impatiently fanned the cool breeze with his hands and yawned.

"Why, there's still no one here? Why don't we start first? We'll be sleepy in the hot weather!"

Before he finished speaking, a fat body flashed through the door. The person was like half a wall. He was panting as he walked, and the fat on his body was rippling.

As soon as he entered the door, he complained in a fat voice, "Old Zhao, if it weren't for Sister Wang's sake, I really wouldn't like to come to this lousy place!"

Old Zhao stood up again, moved this person to his seat, and introduced everyone, "This is Director Xu who came from the city..."

The two main hosts arrived, and the kitchen began to take out the food.

This is indeed a famous store, and soon the table was filled with cups and plates, and the rich aroma of various dishes penetrated people's nostrils.

Lao Zhao once again used his ability to test alcohol, and he invited people to drink and eat, making the atmosphere lively.

The two guests who came here both know what today's theme is, and they know it well without saying anything. Whether the matter can be done well in the end depends on the benefits given by the other party.

Lao Qian didn't like to eat or drink, and he wasn't interested in the food. He only wanted to hear Zhang Xuebing's offer.

But Director Xu was a gourmet, especially fond of delicacies. He quickly picked up a piece of sea cucumber roasted with green onion and stuffed it into his big mouth before Lao Zhao finished speaking.

After chewing twice, he slapped his chopsticks on the stone table with a trace of anger on his face.

Zhang Xuebing and Lao Zhao felt in their hearts, what did they do to offend this person?