The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 349 Obtaining a Business License and Stepping into the Spotlight

Upon receiving the news that a business license could be obtained, Qian Jin quickly took Ma Hongxia to the address.

They need to go to the business registration department to submit the "Application for Pre-approval of Individual Name", which is to apply for pre-approval of the name.

Qian Jin handed a thick stack of documents into the window: "Hello comrade, we are applying for a business license for an individual business, and the business scope is the catering industry."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses took the materials from the window, and the person next to him introduced him, saying, "This is our Section Chief Cheng."

Section Chief Cheng smiled slightly at his subordinates.

Good lad, you know how to get things done.

He wanted to establish a connection with Qian Jin, and it would be a good thing if someone could introduce him to him.

Qian Jin shook hands with him, and that established a connection between them.

Section Chief Cheng adjusted his glasses and carefully reviewed the materials. He was very serious about his work, but also very enthusiastic in his dealings with others.

"Why is Director Qian still standing? You there, Xiao Tong, quickly bring chairs for these two comrades and make them a cup of hot tea. Oh, use the box of tea leaves on my desk."

Qian Jin quickly replied politely.

Section Chief Cheng, meanwhile, buried himself in his work.

His expression was somewhat serious, clearly indicating that he was handling business strictly by law.

He was also quite curious, as this was the first individual food service business license application accepted by Chengnan District after the policy was relaxed.

"Ma Hongxia? Unemployed in the town?" He looked up at Ma Hongxia, who was standing next to Qian Jin.

"Yes, that's me." Ma Hongxia, who had just sat down, stood up again and nodded quickly.

Section Chief Cheng nodded back with some restraint: "Sister-in-law, you don't need to stand up. You can talk while sitting down. We are here to serve you. You don't need to feel pressured. I should be the one feeling pressured."

Ma Hongxia rarely interacts with officials; she mainly stays at home taking care of her children.

Now, when she went out to see the leaders of the city's industrial and commercial bureau, they were very serious about their work and very warm to her, unlike the leaders in her hometown.

No wonder her husband was so eager to return to Haibin City; the city is so nice, even the leaders and cadres are so well-mannered.

"The business premises are diagonally opposite Taixiang Farmers Market, right? This is No. 101 Wutaishan Road—hey, how come I remember this place is our company's property? Oh, you've rented our company's surplus property?" He looked carefully at the lease contract and the street's property ownership certificate, and suddenly realized.

“Yes, it’s a spare room from your company that we’re renting,” Qian Jin answered on behalf of the company.

Section Chief Cheng laughed: "They're still one of us."

"So, have you obtained the food service license and the hygiene license?"

The questions were asked in a very formal and methodical manner.

"It's done." Qian Jin handed over the relevant application materials as well.

Section Chief Cheng then reviewed the health certificate and unemployment certificate, and then picked up a blank "Application Form for Opening a Sole Proprietorship" and handed it to Ma Hongxia:
"Please fill this out first."

"Name, address, business scope, amount of capital... How much capital do you fill in?"

Ma Hongxia quickly looked at Qian Jin and whispered, "I...I can't read."

Qian Jin said softly, "I'll do it."

He knew that there was no strict requirement for registered capital at the moment; a symbolic amount was enough. Qian Cheng had previously mentioned that the registered capital of the famous Dong'ou business license was supposedly only 150 yuan.

Qian Jin turned over.

Five hundred and ten yuan.

After all, we're in the catering business, a big business, so a higher deposit gives the government leaders more confidence.

After Qian Jin filled it out, Ma Hongxia pressed her fingerprint on it.

Section Chief Cheng collected all the materials and issued a receipt: "We will accept the materials first, but they need to be reviewed and the site needs to be checked on-site."

"Go back and wait for our notification. It should take about a week, normally. Are you in a hurry? If you are, I'll ask my supervisor to expedite the process."

Qian Jin looked at him with difficulty: "Section Chief Cheng, we..."

"Understood, expedite it," Section Chief Cheng said considerately.

Qian Jin's opinion of him immediately improved a lot.

Their mission is over.

Stepping out of the Industry and Commerce Bureau, Ma Hongxia let out a long sigh of relief, feeling her back drenched in sweat.
"Oh my god, that scared me to death! I didn't dare breathe when I was inside."

She then exclaimed, "However, the city leaders are so civilized and well-mannered. What do you call that? High personal qualities, right?"

"Back when your brother and I were in the commune, the commune leaders were like emperors, unlike these city leaders—this is the leader of the district's industrial and commercial unit? In our area, that's equivalent to a county leader, right?"

Qian Jin laughed and said, "Don't think too highly of them. It's because I'm by your side."

Ma Hongxia said shyly, "It's because of you that I said that."

"You're at the same rank as our county head now, but you're even easier to talk to than our production team leader, and you're more willing to do things for the people..."

Qian Jin felt a little embarrassed.

A compliment from my sister-in-law.

That evening, guests came to the door.

When Qian Jin came downstairs, he saw Section Chief Cheng, whom he had met that morning: "Section Chief Cheng? Oh my, what brings you here? Please come in, please sit down, we have a distinguished guest."

Section Chief Cheng shook hands with him warmly: "I don't come here unless I need something. Didn't you say this morning that you needed this certificate urgently?"

"Here, the boss processed it as expedited, and I've brought it over to you."

Qian Jin took a look at the business license.

I was shocked.

Fully handwritten version!

Operator's Name: Ma Hongxia

Business Address: No. 101, Wutaishan Road, Dong District, Haibin City (diagonally opposite Taixiang Farmers Market)

Form of business: Sole proprietorship

Business scope: Catering industry
Registration Date: October 15, 1980

License validity period: From the date of approval until October 14, 1983

Next came the large red stamp and several signatures.

Section Chief Cheng noticed Qian Jin's surprise and explained it to him.

Qian Jin suddenly realized what was going on and thanked them even more: "Thank you so much, leaders."

Then he turned around and handed it to Ma Hongxia: "Here you go, sister-in-law, your business license. Keep it safe, it's proof of legal operation, and you should hang it in a prominent place in the store."

Ma Hongxia carefully wiped her hands with her apron and almost held her breath as she took the thin piece of paper.

It is very light, yet it feels as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Qian Jin had already explained the situation to her. Although she didn't have to worry about anything, the People's Canteen still had to pay her a salary as the owner, because nominally, she was the boss!

Therefore, this piece of paper with the red stamp was of great significance to her.

From this day forward, she was no longer an ordinary housewife, but a self-employed individual.

Her new identity will bear the mark of the times.

The first self-employed individual appeared in Haibin City.

This may also be the first individually owned catering business in the entire province.

"Thank you, thank you, leader." Ma Hongxia nodded and bowed.

Qian Cheng then returned.

He knew Section Chief Cheng, but they weren't close.

Qian Jin invited him to have a meal together, and they became quite close afterward.

Now that the formalities are complete, the next step is to open for business.

October 24th, the 10th day of the ninth lunar month, the Gengshen year of the Monkey, the Bingxu month, the Gengwu day.

This is an auspicious day for opening a business.

The night he received his business license, Qian Jin decided on the opening date and spent a week preparing.

This includes various materials and publicity work.

For people today, Qian Jin is a talent who is well-versed in marketing.

Several days in advance, he had his task force post large red posters in the market, intersections, and nearby businesses, with eye-catching opening information and the "tiered consumption reward" policy written in calligraphy:
"Warmly celebrate the grand opening of People's Canteen (diagonally opposite Taixiang Farmers Market)! Enjoy surprises with your purchases during the opening month (until the end of October)!"

"Spend over 1 yuan and receive a free meat bun (2 liang)!"

Spend over 2 yuan and receive a free large meat roll (5 taels)!

Spend over 5 yuan and receive a complimentary plate of selected cold dishes!

"Spend over 10 yuan and receive a free pound of braised pig's head meat!"

Spend over 20 yuan and receive a whole roasted chicken as a gift!

There's no need to go any higher.

In reality, it's difficult to find a meal costing 20 yuan or more these days; that's half a month's wages for new workers!
This trick is very useful.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, there has never been such a thing as promotion in the entire history of Haibin City.

So the poster immediately caused a sensation around the Taixiang Farm Market.

Qian Jin takes his business team very seriously.

He had researched relevant information before deciding to adopt this promotional model. It wasn't until 1983, three years later, that Coca-Cola conducted its first commercial promotional activity after the reform and opening up in a department store in the capital.

A bottle of Coke comes with a free balloon or a pair of chopsticks.

The event was a great success, attracting a surge in customer traffic to the mall on the day of the event.

Just as he expected.

This promotional activity caused a sensation throughout the city in just a few days.

Meat buns! Giant meat rolls! Roast chicken!

In this era of material scarcity and widespread lack of sustenance, the tangible rewards offered by the people are far more effective than any fancy propaganda or advertisement.

Moreover, starting that morning, banners were hung and long tables were set up outside the People's Candy store.

"People's Canteen's Secret Recipe Roasted Chicken, Fragrant to the Bone (Air-dried Chicken) and Fragrant for Miles (Roasted Chicken), welcome to try them."

On the long table were braised pig's head and roast chicken that had been prepared in advance.

Lay out in a row, it looks delicious.

Early on the opening day, a large crowd gathered at the entrance to watch the excitement and wait to be the first to win.

At 10 a.m., firecrackers crackled and popped, and amidst the billowing smoke, Qian Jin and Wei Xiangmi together removed the red cloth covering the signboard.

The restaurant has no connection with the neighborhood committee and is no longer a small collective enterprise, but it has solved a lot of idle labor problems for the street, so Wei Xiangmi still came to support it.

Actually, it would be better if Han Zhaoxin or Wang Zhenbang came to support them.

Unfortunately, that's impossible.

Qian Jin didn't notify them either. After all, it was a privately owned restaurant, and it was better to keep a distance from them during this newly reopened period.

sunny.

The four red characters with gold lettering, “People’s Canteen,” gleamed on the signboard.

Waiters in brand-new uniforms stood at the door greeting customers with practiced smiles on their faces.

"Comrade, please come in!"

"Welcome to the People's Canteen!"

No one's coming in right now; everyone's busy grabbing fruit candies, steamed buns, cookies, and snacks.

Qian Jin is willing to give away good things.

Ten pounds of sugar were scattered, and the crowd scrambling for it stretched all the way to the market entrance.

To avoid a stampede, he called a team of commandos in advance to maintain order.

Once the store is open, it's basically lunchtime.

Quite a few people came to eat.

Guan Dabao, as Qian Jin's elder brother, even took time off to come and support him.

There are no non-compete agreements now, so even though Guan Dabao is the head chef of the state-owned No. 2 Restaurant, he can come over to help out today, and the leaders can't interfere, and others can't say anything.

Drivers from the transportation company also drove over.

The presence of trucks and vans parked in the open space in front of the gate drew respect from many passersby.

Qian Jin invited them to sit down.

The drivers are wealthy; they work long hours and mainly eat at restaurants, so their arrival is a good thing.

These people truly have the purchasing power.

Qiao Jinbu, Qian Jin's good friend, booked two tables on the spot.

He entered the venue with a pack of Peony cigarettes, handing them out to everyone: "Brothers, eat your fill today, we're going to have a whole roast chicken!" A young driver took a cigarette and laughed: "Manager Qiao, what are you saying? I can eat a whole roast chicken by myself!"

Qiao Jinbu rolled her eyes at him, and the person next to her explained, "You don't know anything. When Old Qiao said 'eat a roast chicken,' he meant to spend the money on food until this mealtime and get a free roast chicken—spend over twenty yuan and get a free roast chicken!"

Qian went into the kitchen, intending to call Guan Dabao out as a guest.

Guan Dabao, however, had everything ready, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he went to the stove to start cooking.
“Brother, you’re opening a restaurant, of course I, as your older brother, should lend a hand. Besides, you’re the head chef, and you’re my apprentice. We’re like brothers fighting tigers, and cooking is all about master and apprentice.”

The kitchen was bustling with activity.

The chef stir-fries the food, the kitchen helper chops the vegetables, the flames lick the bottom of the pot, and the chopping sounds are like the clatter of horses' hooves.

Having no other choice, Qian Jin had to entertain the clients first.

The hall was packed with people, mostly ordinary citizens attracted by the posters, bringing their families along, all for a bite of meat buns and a large meat roll.

As for the pig's head and roast chicken as rewards? Ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of such things.

Actually, the food at the People's Canteen wasn't expensive. When setting the prices, Qian Jin asked someone to speak on his behalf, and the prices were set cheaper than those at state-run restaurants.

The menu was carefully considered and finalized by Qian Jin and Lou Xiaoguang, focusing on affordability and home-style flavors:
The staple foods were plentiful: white flour steamed buns for five cents each, rice for eight cents a bowl, a large bowl of shredded pork noodles for only thirty-five cents, three-delicacy dumplings for fifty cents a pound, and a large plate of egg fried rice for only twenty-two cents.

There is a wide variety of stir-fried dishes.

Mala Tang (a type of spicy hot pot) and barbecue have all been brought into the restaurant, and hot pot is also available, but it's hot now that the weather is hot, so hot pot isn't served yet.

As for the stir-fries, there were fifty or sixty dishes, which was more impressive than those in state-run restaurants.

Qian Jin knew that there were many business banquets after the reform and opening up, and that in the early days, people's conditions were not good, so they did not pay attention to the fineness of food and the exquisiteness of cooking, let alone the extravagance.

Therefore, even though the main purpose of the People's Canteen is to serve the people, it can still receive business orders.

He had a plan: in two or three years, as the number of wealthy people in society increased and customers began to show off their wealth, he would upgrade to a high-end restaurant.

No one knows better than him how to achieve a high level of sophistication!
There are plenty of vegetables available now, but they're cheap. Stir-fried cabbage with vinegar is 15 cents, stir-fried tofu with scallions is 20 cents, and pork with shredded vegetables is 35 cents. Braised pork is more expensive, but it's still only 80 cents.

In addition, there is also their signature roast chicken, whether it is air-dried chicken or roast chicken, it is all one yuan per pound.

These two chickens are also stars.

There aren't many restaurants that can make roast chicken nowadays. It's mainly big restaurants that roast their own chicken; small restaurants don't have that service at all.

Qian Jin delivered a large oven to the kitchen early in the morning. Lou Xiaoguang did not disappoint Qian Jin's expectations. He brought back the roast chicken recipe from the state-run restaurant. Qian Jin did not need to worry about the spice formula. The chicken roasted by the restaurant was dark red and shiny, with crispy skin and tender meat. You could smell the domineering aroma of meat and spices from a distance.

In addition, the restaurant's braised pig's head is unique in the city.

Because it involves not only braising but also smoking.

The braised pig's head meat is tender, soft, and fragrant. It is then smoked in a smoking oven for a while, resulting in a unique flavor.

Pieces of pig's head meat were chopped into large chunks, arranged on a large, rough porcelain plate, and served, immediately eliciting exclamations of praise and sounds of people swallowing their saliva.

Just like in state-run restaurants, you now order first, then pay and give a receipt before you can sit down and have your food served.

And so, at the cashier, the girls' sweet, crisp voices rang out one after another:
"Comrade, your bill is 1.8 yuan, and we'll give you a meat bun—oh, and a plate of egg fried rice too? That'll come to 2.2 yuan, 4 jin of grain coupons, and half a jin of meat coupons, plus a big meat roll!"

"Master Zhou, take these comrades to table number twelve."

"Comrade, what would you like to order? If you're in a hurry, I suggest you try our dumplings. We have five kinds of dumplings: chives and egg, three delicacies, green bean and pork, scallion and pork, and fish. How would you like to combine them?"

"..."

Business is booming, just as expected!
The restaurant opened at noon, and the hall was packed with people, with a queue forming outside.

Qian Jin had arranged the stools in advance.

They didn't have to spend any money on this; the Xiping Production Brigade provided the wood, and the shock brigade had carpenters who made all the solid wood benches, which were both beautiful and sturdy.

The people waiting for a table lined up against the wall outside, which served as a sunbathing spot at this time of year. Free candy and tea were also provided.

Next to the long table in front of them stood a large, eye-catching sign:
"New product launched at the People's Canteen - Red Rice Sausage, economical and delicious! Only 4.4 cents per pound, no meat coupons needed, just grain coupons!"

Freshly roasted red sausages were served, steaming hot and fragrant.

A stainless steel plate was placed on the long table, with whole red sausages arranged on it, making it look very tempting.

Its glossy color, its plump appearance, and its irresistible aroma—whether you're a customer heading into the restaurant or not, everyone who sees it has to come over and ask:
"Wow, what's that smell? It smells so good!"

"Red sausage? Hey, it's cheaper than at the grocery store, only 44 cents a pound? It costs 80 cents at the grocery store! Hmm, it looks really good!"

"Give me two, just to try them out!"

"I want one, to take home for my child to try!"

The plate contained thinly sliced ​​samples.

Upon learning that it was free to sample, more than a dozen hands reached out, and the plate was emptied in no time.

Qian Jin had no choice but to arrange for people to distribute sample sausage slices, regardless of age or gender, one slice per person.

Some people are willing to wait in long lines just to get a few slices of red sausage for free.

Those with the means and resources don't bother tasting; they just go up and buy directly.

As per Qian Jin's request, the waiters would explain before selling the sausages: "Our red sausages are cheap, but they are not pure meat sausages; they are starch sausages with very little meat inside."

"If you want more meat, you can come back in the evening to buy fish sausages. They have a lot of fish there, and the price isn't expensive, only 50 cents per pound..."

It's not a problem if there isn't much meat in the sausage.

As long as it tastes good!
The starch-based red sausages from the People's Canteen taste better than the pure meat sausages from the grocery store, after all, they have more ingredients. Qian Jin buys seasonings and oil from the mall and is generous with the oil and ingredients when making sausages.

This can be seen from the reactions of customers after they tried it:
"This sausage smells amazing, it lives up to its name, it's delicious..."

"Look at all this oil, it oozes out when you squeeze it, 44 cents a pound isn't expensive..."

"Give me two pounds, this stuff is great. When relatives come over, I can buy two and a half pounds of red sausage for a dollar and it'll be a nice dish..."

A long queue quickly formed in front of the long table.

The waiters were extremely busy, collecting money and tickets, and handing out sausages.

"People's Red Sausage" became an instant hit!

Its popularity surpassed that of roast chicken on the same day.

Because it is cheaper and more convenient to carry, it can be eaten as a dish or a snack.

Men can enjoy it with alcohol, women can enjoy it with meals, and when children are fussy, cut a piece into it as a snack to soothe them—it's even more effective than candy.

The red sausages prepared two days in advance were all snapped up at noon.

Even after lunchtime, people were still queuing up to buy red sausage.

In addition, you can get free gifts with the purchase of red sausage, which makes it even more popular.

For the next few days, the People's Canteen was always packed with customers at mealtimes.

As for buying red sausage, even more people receive it.

Children often arrive early to help adults queue up for red sausages, just like during the Mid-Autumn Festival when children queue up to reserve spots for mooncakes.

The aroma of the red sausage was so strong that the entire street behind it was filled with its fragrance.

Taixiang Restaurant's business quickly turned into a standstill.

But they had no choice.

They had already learned how ruthless Qian Jin was; Master Ma, who had cheated Qian Jin, was fired and sent back to his hometown in Haiwei City.

In addition, restaurant employees receive a fixed salary, regardless of whether business is good or bad; the only difference is that they have fewer opportunities to act arrogantly.

Some of them were secretly pleased that their restaurant's business was being taken away.

Without customers, there's no work.

I get paid as usual, but I don't have to work.

How good!

They even went to support the People's Canteen business themselves, buying red sausages!
Qian Jin had anticipated the booming business of the People's Restaurant, but the phenomenal sales of red sausage exceeded his expectations.

The red sausage, priced at 44 cents a pound, seemed to become an instant hit throughout the city.

Whether you're a student, a worker, or an employee of a government agency, you now have to bring your own lunch.

In this situation, red sausage becomes a good choice.

For adults, half a pound of red sausage vegetables costs 22 cents per meal. It goes well with both alcohol and rice, tastes better than eating vegetables, and is more convenient. The price is slightly higher, but ordinary people can accept it, so they buy it very aggressively.

The long tables at the restaurant entrance are no longer enough to accommodate the surging crowds.

Qian Jin made a quick decision and arranged for a construction team to build a small room overnight on the open space next to the restaurant using wooden boards and colored plastic sheets. After a simple tidying up, the restaurant hung a sign on it that read "Red Sausage Specialty Store".

It's a pity that we don't dare to show the sealing machine to the public now. Otherwise, if we vacuum-pack the red sausages, the shelf life could be extended, and they could become gifts for citizens of Haibin City to give when visiting relatives in other places.

Because of the popularity of the red sausage, the restaurant added a full twelve people to be responsible for making and smoking the sausage, working in three shifts around the clock.

In addition, to upgrade the stove, Qian Jin bought an even bigger stove and sent it to the kitchen.

The smoking ovens burn day and night, filled with rows of red sausages waiting to be transformed. The rich, smoky aroma wafts out, eventually enveloping almost half of the Taixiang Farmers Market!

Because of its affordable price and good quality, the "Red Sausage" named by Qian Jin was renamed "People's Red Sausage" by the citizens.

As temperatures drop in November, Qian Jin estimates that the sales of red sausage will also decline.

Because this stuff has so many ingredients and such a rich flavor, it's amazing to eat it suddenly, and you might really enjoy it occasionally, but if you eat it continuously, your stomach won't be able to handle it.

But the reality was different from what he had expected.

Business was just as outstanding in November!
Qian Jin observed for a moment and realized that he had made an empirical error. In the 21st century, resources are plentiful, and it's not good to eat red sausage continuously.

What good food can ordinary people eat these days?

They usually buy red sausage to satisfy their cravings, not to eat it recklessly, so sales remained high even in November.

Because it doesn't reach the level of being too greasy.

In addition, the sales scope of red sausage has expanded. Some people secretly ride bicycles to the People's Red Sausage specialty store at night to buy dozens of sausages in bulk. They pack them in foam boxes and run to more distant residential areas or factory gates to sell them, and they can sell them out quickly.

Strictly speaking, this is speculation and profiteering.

However, the anti-smuggling office was severely warned by its superiors and was no longer allowed to act arbitrarily; they had to accept approval from the Administration for Industry and Commerce for every action they took.

However, nine out of ten applications are rejected.

Xu Weidong came to Qian Jin for drinks that night, and the tough guy suddenly became dejected.

Ma Hongxia has already gone home, and Qian Jin is preparing to prepare two snacks to go with his drinks.

Xu Weidong reached into his pocket and took something out.

Two starchy red sausages!
Qian Jin was about to throw up after eating this: "I'm not eating this anymore, I'm not eating this anymore. I'll get you some good peanuts."

He brought out two side dishes, one of peanuts and the other of luncheon meat.

Xu Weidong broke off a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth, but it didn't seem to taste very good.

Like taking medicine, his face was full of bitterness.

Seeing this, Qian Jin rolled his eyes at him: "Look at you, you coward. What's wrong? Can't survive? The commando team isn't giving you your share of the profits anymore?"

Xu Weidong sighed and said, "No, I just... I just can't understand it. You know, our company used to be so prestigious, it was prestigious for so many years, but after I've only been working there for two years, how come we've suddenly become pariahs?"

Qian Jin said, "Don't even mention your company, even a profession won't give you a heads-up when the times decide to eliminate it."

Do you remember what I told you back then?

Xu Weidong downed a mouthful of wine: "I really wouldn't remember this before, but I've been going over your words again and again these past few days, and now I remember—"

"The Vote-Countering Office is not a good place to work; you can't get a stable job there!"

Qian Jin said to him, "That's absolutely right. Listen to me, quit your job, and I'm going to open a grocery store. You can be the manager."

Xu Weidong was taken aback: "You...you're going to open a shop again?"

Qian Jin was speechless: "This is nothing! Let me tell you, from now on, our task force will have to open at least one shop every month!"

"Alright, come back now. I'll give you the position of commander of the assault team. You'll definitely make something of yourself in the future."

Xu Weidong slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Fine, I'll listen to you."

Qian Jin laughed: "I thought you were reluctant to give up your job in the investment office."

Xu Weidong said, "I really hate to part with you, but I trust your judgment more. I'll go wherever you say!"

After downing another sip of wine, he couldn't help but sigh, "How much effort and energy did we put in to get into the voting office back then?"

"Then suddenly, I'm going to go from being an officer in charge of anti-corruption work to a self-employed individual, and become one of the people I used to arrest!"

Qian Jin said, "If you didn't have experience working in the investment office, and if you didn't have connections there, do you think I would have let you be the manager?"

He went up to Xu Weidong and massaged his shoulders to loosen his bones: "Brother Dong, listen to me, being a self-employed person will be more popular in the future!"

Although Xu Weidong trusted Qian Jin, he was still extremely shocked to hear this.

However, Qian Jin knew that as long as he stayed on the path permitted by policy and did business in a down-to-earth manner, the 1980s and 1990s would create countless wealth myths.

The wave of the individual economy has already surged in.

And he and his labor shock brigade were at the forefront of this wave.

This is not enough.

He's going to be at the forefront of the storm!

(End of this chapter)