He won 900 million in the lottery.

If you ask when Beijing is most bustling, it's definitely during National Day.

If you ask when is the most boring time, it must be National Day.

It's mediocre, lacking in everything, and incapable of doing anything right.

I'm bored too.

The more National Day holiday there is, the less likely the four beauties are to be seen.

Sure enough, only the most useless people to society get holidays!

Walking down the street, everyone's face was beaming with smiles, expressing their gratitude to the country and society for the prosperity and stability it has brought.

At that moment, a roadside stall caught my attention, mainly because the stall owner was so eye-catching.

Standing two meters tall with a huge beer belly, his stall, spread out in front of him like a tablecloth, was small and cute, filled with national flags of all sizes.

I stepped forward, lit my first cigarette, and said, "Brother, wanna talk?"

The older brother was very straightforward and spoke loudly.

My older brother took the cigarette, and I lit it for him: "What's up, brother?"

Me: "Is this street stall profitable?"

The older brother chuckled and glanced around: "You're treating me to dinner, so I'll tell you about it."

I clapped my hands and said, "Okay, shall we go now?"

Eldest brother: "Let's go."

The older brother was a straightforward person; he packed up his things on the ground and immediately opened the trunk of an X6 parked not far away.

Is this the power of a street vendor?

The items were casually placed in the trunk.

Brother: "Did you drive?"

Me: "No."

The older brother said, "I won't let you suffer a loss. You treat me to dinner, and I'll treat you to drinks."

Two bottles of Maotai 1935 were taken out.

When I looked at him, I realized this guy was just experiencing life, driving an X6 to set up a street stall, and carrying 1935s with him.

Me: "Brother, do you have any dietary restrictions or recommendations? I've only been here a short time and don't know which restaurants are good yet."

Brother: "Just follow me. There's an alley over there. Go to the end and turn left. There's a roast duck place there. The taste is much better than Quanzi's."

Me: "I'll do as you say."

This roast duck is indeed delicious; the aroma wafts out even before you enter the alley, carrying the scent of fruitwood.

Me: "Boss, one roast duck, one plate of braised pork, and two cold dishes."

The older brother raised his hand: "No, the two of us can't eat that much. Half a duck, half a portion of braised pork, and two cold dishes are enough."

Me: "Okay, whatever you say."

The older brother patted the wine in his hand: "If you can get me drunk tonight, I'll tell you the secret to my wealth. This is all I have in my life. It's really hard to keep the secret in my heart. I just want to find someone to confide in."

Me: "Here I am."

There aren't many rules for drinking between two people in Beijing, and I didn't follow the rules of the Three Kingdoms either. Half a duck was served and sliced.

My older brother and I each rolled up a roll to fill our stomachs, and then we started clinking glasses.

"Let's go first."

"Done."

The cup wasn't big, probably around 5 qian (a unit of weight), and it was quite a strong drink for the two of them to down it in one gulp.

In about half an hour, a bottle of wine was finished, half a jin each, just right.

I spent the entire half hour chatting about everyday things, and didn't mention a single word about setting up a stall.

Finally, the older brother had drunk his fill and was in high spirits, so he began his science popularization.

It turns out that the older brother started his business by setting up a roadside stall, initially selling clothes, and later shoes. He made some money and lost some, and life was just like that.

Later, he discovered that no matter where he went, there were fruit stalls at major intersections, so he switched to selling fruit.

The older brother raised his glass: "Brother, don't underestimate the fruit vendors on the roadside. With just a pickup truck, they can make three to five hundred a day like it's nothing."

My older brother was worried I wouldn't be up to the task, so he started counting on his fingers to figure out the costs for me.

Red Fuji apples, costing 1.7 yuan including shipping, sell for 4.5 yuan in supermarkets, but he sells them for 4 yuan.

Sunshine Rose tea, costing less than 1 yuan including shipping, sells for 4 yuan in supermarkets, but he sells it for 10 yuan for 3 jin.

I raised my glass to toast my older brother in return: "The profit is more than doubled, this is a great business."

The older brother downed the drink in one gulp, then frowned and savored it.

"What kind of business is this? It's hard-earned money, just making a profit from the price difference. But I also have to thank this year of selling fruit, because it allowed me to earn my first pot of gold."

The older brother held up three fingers, and I thought he had worked for three years, but it turned out he had only worked for one year and earned 30!

Is it really that easy to make money off Beijingers?

However, it seems he's not selling fruit now, but national flags.

Me: "Brother, how long have you been selling fruit?"

He only sold for one year because he discovered a new business opportunity.

He had the idea of ​​opening an online store. Taobao was outdated at that time, and Pinduoduo was popular.

However, being a complete novice starting from scratch, I didn't know what to sell, so I embarked on the path of online courses, constantly buying them.

You know what, he even figured out how to make money buying online courses.

Different online courses sell different products, including bedding sets, furniture, general merchandise, snacks, and local specialties, which led him to discover a problem.

No product is popular all year round; every product has its peak and off-peak seasons.

So he summarized these products and only sold seasonal products during peak season.

January: scarves, gloves, and blankets; February: Valentine's Day related items; March: outdoor supplies; April: Qingming Festival merchandise; May: Dragon Boat Festival rice dumplings and sachets; June: swimwear, sunscreen, and sunshades; July: chilled items; August and September: student backpacks, bedding sets, and more; October: National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival merchandise; November: down jackets and electric blankets; December: New Year's gift boxes.

You know what, when my brother said that, it really opened a whole new world for me.

Brother: "Let me tell you a secret, I sold 7 paper ingots online during the Qingming Festival!"

Me: "It sold for 7 yuan?"

The older brother scoffed: "Yes, I made 7. For half a month straight, I made 7 a day."

Just when I thought selling paper ingots was the peak, my older brother dropped another bombshell on me.

Brother: "Do you know how much money we made selling national flags online during the National Day holiday?"

I shook my head.

The older brother said, "Starting in September, I earned at least 150,000 a day and at most 800,000 a day."

After two bottles of wine, we'd already drunk two jin (2 kg), one jin each. My brother drinks heartily, but his alcohol tolerance isn't as good as I'd imagined.

The wine was gone, the food was gone.

Me: "Brother, come on, let me treat you to a foot massage. Thank you for telling me so much today."

The older brother waved his hand, already confused: "Brother, I should thank you. In my life, I've made money inexplicably, but that's just how I am. I've never boasted about it to anyone, and I've been holding back. I'm very happy that you're treating me to dinner, but I can tell you're no ordinary person, so there's no need for formalities. We've had our fill of drinks and food, so let's call it a day."

Out of politeness, I decided to get my older brother's phone number.

I didn't expect my older brother to refuse!

The older brother laughed and said, "We met by chance, you treated me to dinner, I treated you to drinks, and you listened to me brag for two hours. I'm already very grateful. No need to be so polite. Let's go home."

Watching my older brother leave drunk, I felt envious.

What kind of business qualifies as a business?

[PS: This is a true story. It originally occurred in Linyi, Shandong. The merchant was indeed a Pinduoduo seller. He started preparing a month in advance for the Qingming Festival to sell paper ingots. He had the entire village work for him folding paper ingots, earning over 70 yuan in a month. Later that summer, he earned over 100 million yuan selling bikinis. His online store only sells seasonal products. Due to the distance, I only had one meal with this prodigy. When we parted, I always felt he would never be unknown.]