My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 9 I must get back what I lost

There is no such thing as a commercial district or pedestrian street these days, and the commercial market is almost zero.

So apart from a few state-owned stores and department stores, the rest are scattered in every corner.

It might even be less noticeable and last longer.

Wanshang Trading Company is located on a dilapidated and muddy old brick street.

It was hard to find because it was packed with people.

A new sign hangs on the whitewashed wall at the entrance, while the other side is painted to serve as a blackboard.

In rather vigorous chalk writing, it was written: "Genuine goods, fair prices, no deception, guaranteed returns, replacements, and repairs, three guarantees to every household!"

Yes, that’s right. Weidong has heard this legend. The “Three Guarantees Policy” that people all over the country later became familiar with was invented here.

It seems quite innovative.

But on the counter at the door were several black and white televisions, which were rare in those days, playing with full sound and light. There were also tape recorders, radios, and even a small refrigerator on the shelves at the back!

It looks like a trendy electronics store.

On the wall over there were hung all kinds of fashionable shirts, Mao suits, and floral skirts, large glass jars filled with tea and candy, and steel bars and cement bags were stacked in the corners of the room.

The eaves were piled high with oranges, and next to them was a large stack of bamboo chairs and mats two or three people high. There were even a few pigs and sheep tied against the corner!

Just selling everything!

But only a tiny bit of each.

The two-room trading shop was not big, but it was filled with all kinds of goods, and many people were squatting in front of the store, watching TV eagerly.

Goudan let out a howl and rushed over.

If he hadn't gone out to sell bacon, he would have been caught during these few days, which was unbelievable to Tail.

Who gave you the courage to sell everything?
Every item sold here is competing with the business of hardware stores (televisions), meat processing plants (pigs and sheep), commercial bureaus (tea and bamboo products), farmers' markets (oranges), supply and marketing cooperatives (candies), department stores (clothes), and the Second Light Industry Bureau (steel and cement).

Aren’t you afraid that any state-owned unit is qualified to report the disruption of economic order?
If Wei Dong hadn't known that the other party would become a billionaire, he would have turned around and left with sarcasm. Now he could only guess what kind of amazing backstage connection this person had?
So, unlike Goudan, Weidong sat down on the eaves across the street with his knees hugged, observing attentively what was different about this store.

But from this moment on, he was indeed different from all the passers-by of this era.

He was even different from the tall, middle-aged man in the shop across the street and the group of people he led.

It might be the gaze of an old security guard that made Weidong subconsciously turn away all the people squatting in front of the TV at the door. They were just there to watch the fun and not do anything. The focus was on the people who were crowding in front of the counter and the shop to look around.

Young women and young wives held each other's arms and curiously observed the colorful clothes. The two pretty saleswomen actually sold a few items. When the delighted buyers left, they all said that the clothes here were cheap and good quality, and the service was warm and thoughtful.

But the men's attention was basically on making phone calls or chatting with some hurried and dusty outsiders.

Let Weidong seize the opportunity to pretend to look at the goods and go over to listen.

It turns out that these are all salesmen and salespeople from surrounding towns and even counties and cities in other provinces. They are looking for sales channels and sources of goods based on the output and demand of communes, districts, counties and manufacturers.

In an era without the Internet and information flow, information was spread by word of mouth and circulated everywhere.

Then this trading company seemed like a transit station. Okay, okay, I'll write down your information and leave your phone number. We'll contact you when we find you.

Or if you want something by phone, we have already prepared the sample. Once you pay, we will arrange for the shipment to you.

Wei Dong's eyebrows jumped when he heard this. Isn't this speculation?

Who is I, the one who is speculating and selling melon seeds and bacon?

People in later generations may think that doing business is a normal thing and there is no problem with selling in any way.

These days, you have to look at the details and verify. They don't purchase the goods themselves, or only purchase samples, and then find buyers to pay them or buy goods on credit from sellers and then collect the money. They don't even take their own capital, let alone the overstocking. They profit from the information gap between short selling and short selling.

This is called reselling and speculation.

If this person doesn’t have his tail cut off, who else will?
Just like when Weidong first started collecting bacon, he almost subconsciously cleared the bag and paid for the meat as soon as it was given to him. However, Erfeng collected too much this time, and he was worried that his father would not have enough money for the surgery, so he sold it on credit and paid later.

But if they take advantage of the trust and relationships between fellow villagers every time to get something for nothing, the nature of the matter would definitely be different, right?
Having worked in the tax compound for decades, Weidong still has this basic common sense.

So it was almost noon, and seeing Goudan drooling, I took out the braised pig's trotters and asked him if he wanted to eat it.

He asked Weidong to get up and take him to eat: "This meat will go bad if you wait until the afternoon. You go back first. Here are 120 yuan. Give 100 yuan to Erfeng to pay for the bacon, and these 20 yuan are your wages for working with me."

Goudan, who had been sitting happily at the dinner table, almost jumped up and overturned the table: "How can I take your money? I'm helping to send our uncle to the hospital. I've been eating and drinking well for a few days. I've never eaten such good food in the provincial capital!"

He asked Weidong to help him sit down, and quietly handed him ten big unity notes, instructing him to roll them up and tie them into the shoulder straps of the backpack. "There are some towels, vests, and sweatshirts in here. Please help distribute them to each household. They are all for the help of the villagers in this incident. I will treat everyone to a feast when my father is discharged from the hospital. So you help me do these things and delay your labor at home these few days. Keep these twenty yuan, otherwise I won't ask you for help in the future."

Hearing his somewhat stern tone, Goudan replied with a blushing face: "You are embarrassed to invite me to dinner, how can I ask you for money?"

Let Weidong give him another five yuan in change: "When you know how to get from the bus station back to the county town and then back to your hometown, I'll take you to the station. When you get there, just find a truck at the door and it'll only cost you two or three cents."

Goudan suddenly felt that the food was not enjoyable anymore and he looked worried. The twenty yuan was very hot in his hand, so he gave him another five yuan.

Rang Weidong also made big promises: "This is the money you usually carry with you for travel. When you go back, just give the money to your mother. Don't tell anyone how you got it. In the future, follow me and we will go to the provincial capital every now and then. We can earn this much. Let your mother save it for marrying a wife."

Goudan chuckled, and Weidong whispered to him to pay attention to details like pickpockets on the road.

After eating the cooked white salt vegetable rice, he kept nagging me to send me to the station.

Goudan also wanted to take the army green backpack back with him.

Tell Weidong to say that he will be back in two days and can collect some bacon when he is free. Otherwise, I will give you fifty first.

Goudan kept saying no, no, the twenty yuan he had was enough to pay first.

The reason why Weidong was asked to do so was because he was afraid that he would get into trouble if he brought too much money.

Finally, I strolled back to Wanshang Trading Company and continued to sit across the street with my knees hugged, watching the show.

Try to learn how the richest man does it.

At least now he has earned something. If he can sell clothes like this without getting caught, he would dare to sell bacon and bring back clothes worth hundreds of dollars from the wholesale market nearby, and sell them here with a slightly higher price.

I don't seek to make much money. As long as I can recover all the expenses such as travel expenses and food expenses to the provincial capital, then the income from selling bacon is net profit.

A white sweatshirt that costs RMB 1.20 can be sold for RMB 1.80 here.

You can earn hundreds of dollars by carrying back hundreds of pieces.

Weidong stayed there quietly until dark, and then ate a bowl of noodles.

Then he quietly carried his bag and went to the construction site of the office building at the gate of the tax compound.

He pretended to squat and look at the roadside alley, and when no one was paying attention, he skillfully climbed through the gap into the half-built brick-concrete building.

The five-story building is only three and a half stories high now, and it will probably be completed before next Spring Festival.

What made Weidong remember his injured hands wrapped in bandages was that he moved into the mail room here and spent his first New Year's Eve as an adult.

Unforgettable pain.

You will never suffer this kind of pain again in this life. I will make you pay a heavy price!

(End of this chapter)