Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"How should we use this WTO system?" Zhang Yi also tried to use her mind to check the system interface. Sure enough, as expected of a woman, the first thing she checked was the cosmetics and women's accessories section.

Inside, there was a dazzling array of items, all exactly the same as what Zhang Yi had seen in the mall. Zhang Yi happily covered her mouth and let out a melodious shout that only Chen Dong had ever heard.

"OMG!"

When Zhang Yi clicked on her favorite foundation, it showed an FOB price of $1,500 per bottle. Zhang Yi immediately clicked to order. When the system interface popped up with the specific quantity, she could choose between a full container of 65,000 bottles or individual bottles.

Watching Zhang Yi about to place the logo on the entire counter, Chen Dong asked helplessly, "Honey, you're not planning to use this foundation for the rest of your life, are you? There are 65,000 bottles in this whole counter!"

"Even if I can't use it, I can resell it. This is the latest Blue Cocktail from 2020, it's sure to be a hit," Zhang Yi argued.

"Five thousand five hundred dollars a bottle, I don't think any woman would spend that price to buy it now," Chen Dong shrugged and said with a wry smile.

"So you can't do business with women, Tony," Zhang Yi said with a smile, glancing at Chen Dong before clicking to order an entire cabinet without hesitation. The system directly deducted $97.5 million from Zhang Yi's personal account.

Chen Dong covered his face in exasperation after spending over 90 million US dollars to buy a whole container of foundation. When Zhang Yi opened her storage compartment, she found the entire container of foundation already inside. When Zhang Yi tried to click on the container, the system prompted: Please select your preferred shipping method: cargo ship or air freight. Pick up immediately.

After Zhang Yi clicked "Use Now," a number box popped up on the screen. Zhang Yi tried entering "1," and with a soft thud, a perfectly packaged bottle of Lancôme foundation fell out of thin air at Zhang Yi's feet.

"OH!"

Zhang Yi covered her mouth with joy and let out a gasp. She excitedly patted her husband Chen Dong's arm beside her, stammering, "Tony, did you see that? It just appeared right in front of me! Did you see that?! OMG!"

"Yay! I saw it, honey!" Chen Dong quickly hugged Zhang Yi to prevent her from making too much noise and attracting the attention of the staff downstairs at the guesthouse. "You need to calm down. We're in China in 1980!"

Zhang Yi clutched her bulging chest, her face still flushed with excitement. She leaned close to Chen Dong's ear and whispered, "Tony, do you think this system can also facilitate the trading of items from our current world?"

Chen Dong squatted down, picked up the bottle of Lancôme foundation from the ground, unpacked it, and put the outer packaging back into his storage compartment. The system immediately prompted: Waste cardboard detected. Sell?

Chen Dong clicked "Yes," and the system immediately prompted again: "According to the current WTO FOB price of paper products, the selling price of this waste cardboard is US$0.01. Do you want to sell?"

Chen Dong said to Zhang Yi with amusement, "Each outer packaging is worth at least $0.01. Even if you can't sell your foundation, you can still recoup some money by dismantling and reselling these outer packaging pieces!"

"Get lost!" Zhang Yi angrily punched Chen Dong's shoulder. Ignoring Chen Dong's teasing, she started choosing food. Australian and South American beef, American Coca-Cola, etc. Zhang Yi ordered a whole container of each and stored them in her storage room.

Apart from the cola, everything else Zhang Yi bought was impossible to cook without a fire, so they could only wait for Officer Zhao Zhigang to go to a restaurant outside to buy food for their family.

Unlike Zhang Yi, Chen Dong was not sentimental. He directly purchased a set of bedding and 50 barrels of 93 unleaded gasoline needed for his Maybach, storing them all in the storage room for later use.

When Zhao Zhigang arrived with the food box and knocked on the door, Chen Dong opened it and greeted him with a smile, "Comrade Zhao, thank you so much, you've worked hard!"

"It's alright," Zhao Zhigang glanced at Zhang Yi standing behind Chen Dong and Xiao Chenhui, who was already asleep on the bed, and said to Chen Dong, "You guys eat first. Today, the state-run restaurant is serving braised pork. I'll also get you a serving of minced pork and eggplant, and three servings of rice. That's enough for the three of you."

"If you need anything else, just come downstairs and tell me," Zhao Zhigang said, then turned and left without any hesitation.

"Okay, thank you, Comrade Zhao!"

Watching Zhao Zhigang go downstairs, Chen Dong closed the door, pulled up a table and put down the lunchbox he was holding. Zhang Yi walked to the bedside and gently shook the sleeping Chen Hui awake, "Jimmy, get up and eat."

"Mommy," little Chen Hui, still groggy from being shaken awake, opened his arms and hugged his mother, Zhang Yi, clinging to her like an octopus. He mumbled, "I'm so hungry!"

After Zhang Yi carried her son to the table, Chen Dong opened the two lunchboxes. The enticing aroma of braised pork immediately filled the air, and little Chen Hui, who had been half-asleep, perked up instantly. "Wow! Daddy, this is braised pork in soy sauce! Grandpa loves it!"

"This is braised pork!"

Chen Dong could only correct his son in Chinese. When Chen Dong opened another lunchbox, little Chen Hui exclaimed, "Oh! I hate eggplant!"

"I think you hate not only eggplants, but all vegetables," Zhang Yi said, tapping her son's head with a hint of annoyance. "You can't be a picky eater!"

"Mommy, I'll only have one bite," Little Chen Hui began to bargain. In America, green vegetables are a luxury for the poor, but Little Chen Hui, who grew up in a life of luxury, hated them because he had the right to choose.

"NO! You must eat more vegetables. Remember what Jenny said? It's good for your development," Zhang Yi said, quoting their family doctor Jenny to shut her son up.

To be honest, two dishes and three servings of rice for a family of three is already considered extremely "poor" for Chen Dong's family.

When Xiao Chenhui was forced by his mother to eat a bite of eggplant with minced meat, his eyes lit up the moment it entered his mouth.

Zhang Yi thought her son had been burned, so she quickly picked up the iced cola next to him and offered it to him. But Chen Hui had already picked up his chopsticks and started rummaging through the box of minced meat and eggplant.

It turns out that when kids don't like vegetables, it's not that they genuinely dislike them, but rather that you cook them terribly!

"Oh God, slow down, no one's going to take it from you," Zhang Yi said helplessly, glancing at her husband Chen Dong. Chen Dong simply picked up a piece of braised pork, ate rice with the broth, and left the rest of the meat and vegetables for his wife and children.

"Mommy, can we order eggplant again next time?" Little Chen Hui, his mouth full of eggplant soup, looked up at Zhang Yi as soon as he swallowed the food in his mouth, without even touching his favorite cola.

"good!"