Reborn in 1991, I opened supermarkets all over the world.

The call was short, but Zhong Dapeng was very familiar with the specific procedures and the time required.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Dapeng's attitude towards Lu Zifeng improved considerably.

"Isn't it almost Chinese New Year? There are some things that need to be taken care of. Here's what we'll do: come pick up the certificate this afternoon."

"Thank you, Director. I'll definitely come visit your shop when I have time."

"Of course, of course."

Zhong Dapeng believes that everything Wu Fucheng has recently encountered is probably not a coincidence. And the simultaneous appearance of this phone call and related article in his office is also unlikely to be a coincidence.

Rather than helping a fallen business leader, it's better to build new positive relationships.

The business license was still in the form of a sole proprietorship, without a specific name, but the stall now had a sign for a supply and marketing cooperative sales point.

Lu Zifeng split his forces into two groups: Qiao Ling and Lu Zhenzhen were in charge of the shop's affairs, while he and Lu Xiaoye set up another point at the entrance of the residential area where several factories were connected.

They stacked the gift boxes layer by layer, forming a small red mountain.

He told Qiao Ling that this was called a "stack" and it was used to attract attention.

People attracted by the "gift box display" may not necessarily buy the gift box, but they might buy other things.

Meanwhile, fruit baskets, presented as gifts, are also being sold.

It's okay to have too much stock; the key is to give people choices.

The fact that so many people are choosing it is itself a great advantage.

It's Chinese New Year, and children now have pocket money.

So Lu Zifeng also specially prepared small bags of White Rabbit milk candy and single bottles of Chongqing Coca-Cola.

"Boss, how much is a bottle of Chongqing Cola?"

"50 cents."

"How about 40 cents less?"

"You son of a bitch... Hey, hey, my ears..."

Seeing that Lu Xiaoye was about to yell at a child, Lu Zifeng quickly grabbed his ear.

"Little friend, don't be afraid, Uncle will treat you to this bottle of Coke."

As he spoke, Lu Zifeng used his teeth to open the bottle cap and handed a bottle of cola to the child.

The child thanked Lu Zifeng and skipped away.

"Hey, remember to return the bottle!" Lu Xiaoye called out from behind.

Not long after, the kid brought a group of kids over, and they all asked if they could buy a bottle of Coke if they were 40 cents short.

Lu Xiaoye burst out laughing, thinking to himself, "I'll show you how to be a good guy!"

Lu Zifeng, however, remained calm and patiently explained, "You all want free Coke, don't you?"

The children answered yes in unison, without any pretense.

"But if that's the case, Uncle will be at a disadvantage for Tang Jiatuo! How about I give you a riddle, and whoever answers it first will get a drink?"

"Tell me, what is it that climbs higher the hotter the weather?"

Soon, a clever person provided the answer: "Monkey!"

"wrong."

"A leopard?"

"No. If you can't answer, I'll allow you to go back and ask your parents. Tell them that a vendor selling New Year's goods and groceries has come out and is testing our brains with riddles. Whoever answers correctly will get a bottle of Coke as a reward."

A large group of children ran off.

Only one child remained standing there, awkwardly twisting his body.

"Little friend, are you planning to use your brain?"

"My parents aren't home; they won't be back until after the Spring Festival."

Seeing that he had a runny nose and his clothes were covered in dust, Lu Zifeng couldn't help but think of the videos of left-behind children he had seen in his previous life.

They can only reunite with their parents for a few days each year. Before the Spring Festival is even over, another heart-wrenching separation occurs.

He grabbed a handful of loose candies and stuffed them into the child's hand: "You can eat these without having to solve any riddles."

While Lu Zifeng was doing these things, the adults selecting goods nearby all saw it.

You could say he's kind; he only spent a few cents and got more than ten kids to run back and do BDSM.

You could call him cunning, but he genuinely offered the kids cola and candy.

That evening, there were two stalls and two money bags. They held the bags by the bottom corners and shook them repeatedly on the table.

Banknotes fluttered down like snowflakes.

Blue, green, red, and purple, all gathered together.

Lu Zhenzhen took out a notebook and wrote down the amounts of yuan, jiao, and fen respectively.

"Second Brother, count the cents; Eldest Brother, count the dimes; Sister Ling, count the dollars; and I'll count the dollars over ten dollars," Lu Zhenzhen arranged.

"Why should I count the money in cents?" Lu Xiaoye retorted.

"Because if you miscount, it will have the least impact on the total," Lu Zhenzhen said smugly.

"Then why do you want something over ten dollars? Are you better at math than Sister Ling?" Lu Zifeng asked with a smile.

"Because I like it!"

"Little money-grubber!"

After counting and summarizing, the total income for the day was 5,867 yuan and 34 cents.

"Wow!" Qiao Ling covered her mouth and looked at Lu Zifeng. "We've only sold less than half the goods, and we've already recouped our costs, right?"

"What capital? This is called working capital. We'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative to get another batch of goods tomorrow. Oh, and give Xiaoye and Zhenzhen ten yuan each. Sister Ling, you don't mind, do you?"

"Look at what you're saying!" Qiao Ling pouted. "Twenty each!"

"Wow!"

"yeah!"

Lu Zhenzhen hugged Qiao Ling tightly. Lu Xiaoye wanted to hug her too, but then realized he was a middle school student and it wasn't appropriate.

Lu Zifeng sighed helplessly: "They're closer to money than to their own brother."

Lu Zhenzhen said, "I'm just close to Sister Ling."

"More than five thousand?" Liu Guoqiang, from the business office of the supply and marketing cooperative, slammed his hands on the table, hardly believing his ears.

"To be precise, it's five thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven yuan and three cents," Lu Zifeng added.

"If the supply and marketing cooperative hadn't sold two color TVs yesterday, its turnover wouldn't have been as high as yours," Liu Guoqiang said, utterly impressed.

Liu Guoqiang flipped through the ledger and said, "Now that you've recovered your funds, settle the payments for the unsold goods."

"No."

"???"

"Uncle Liu, don't slow-moving goods have a one-month payment period? It's not due yet!"

"You!" Liu Guoqiang pointed at Lu Zifeng sharply and ordered another batch of goods for him.

Just like last time, in-demand goods are paired with slow-moving goods, with the slow-moving goods having a two-week payment period.

Gu Quan and two other henchmen were responsible for transporting the goods by handcart, while Lu Zifeng had to rush to set up his stall.

He has a new marketing strategy for this time when he sets up his stall.

For every ten gift boxes sold, a riddle will be posed, and those who answer correctly on the spot will receive a New Year's red envelope containing eight brand-new RMB notes—no gift is more attractive than cash.

We also prepared some eight-yuan red envelopes for Qiao Ling.

With the cash rewards, Qiao Ling's business has also improved, and she and Lu Zhenzhen are almost too busy to keep up with the demand.

When Lu's mother came over to help, she said to Qiao Ling, "Today is New Year's Eve. Come over for dinner tonight."

"Okay!" Qiao Ling readily agreed.

She later realized that she was a little embarrassed. After all, it was New Year's Eve, a day for family reunion. What was it like for an outsider like her to squeeze onto a table with others?