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

The Lu family's house was a single-story tile-roofed house next to the railway, with a small courtyard of about ten square meters.

To get to the street, you need to climb a steep slope. On one side of the slope, rows of bright red characters are neatly printed on the wall:

"Strive to achieve the Four Modernizations!"

"Fewer children, better births, a lifetime of happiness!"

The street was narrow, and most of the shops on both sides were low, with wooden doors half-open, from which came the "clattering" sound of old-fashioned sewing machines. An old man sat at the door, puffing on a pipe.

A pedestrian with a full head of thick black hair walked into the barbershop: "Boss, thin it out."

A 28-inch bicycle rattled past, and Lu Zifeng instinctively moved aside before realizing he was actually on the sidewalk.

More than a decade after the reform and opening up, there are now quite a few people opening shops and setting up street stalls.

In this era, making money relies on information asymmetry and price opacity.

Although manipulating permits and exploiting loopholes in the dual-track pricing system still exists, it requires connections at higher levels, which is not suitable for Lu Zifeng.

Speculating on treasury bonds requires capital. Yang Baiwan started with 20,000 yuan. Lu Zifeng can't even come up with 20,000 yuan, let alone 20,000 yuan.

However, the biggest advantage for a reborn person is that they have seen things that others have never seen.

He squatted down in front of an old woman selling bamboo baskets by the roadside, reaching out to stroke the tightly woven bamboo strips: "How much is one of these bamboo baskets?"

The old lady opened her mouth wide: "Eight cents."

"I want twenty."

The old lady waved her hand: "I don't have that many baskets, but I have some at home."

Lu Zifeng put the bamboo basket back in its place: "Bring it tomorrow, I'll come back here to find you again."

After saying that, he got up and continued his stroll, both to investigate the market and to reminisce about the past.

"Brother Feng!" The young man waving to Lu Zifeng was wearing an earthy yellow jacket, and his dark brown sweater underneath had a hole the size of a fist. Behind him were two street thugs.

"Brother Feng, let's drink tonight!"

"Gu Quan'er?" Lu Zifeng recognized him at a glance.

In his memory, the other person looked just like this, young. Earlier, during the fight with the fertilizer plant, Gu Quan had even taken a knife for Lu Zifeng.

This kid is a real scoundrel, but he's also quite loyal.

Lu Zifeng pulled out a pack of three-yuan Jade cigarettes from his pocket, handed them out to his underlings, and then asked, "You've struck it rich? Want to buy your brother a drink?"

Gu Quan, cigarette dangling from his lips and leg dangling, said, "Same old rule: make it clear to the owner as soon as you walk in that if the food is slow to arrive, we won't pay. Even if he brings it out raw, we can still say he's slow, right?"

Lu Zifeng rolled his eyes. He had indeed eaten this kind of free meal in his past life.

He was ignorant in his past life; in this life, he wants to be a good person.

"I won't drink. Let's call Jiang Ce and the others and meet at Workers' Square tonight. I have something to discuss."

"Alright, who should we go after this time?"

"..."

I'm determined to turn over a new leaf. Among these brothers, there are still some who value loyalty. I'll try to pull a few back from the brink while they can. Otherwise, they might end up either dead in the street or in jail.

It was 6:30 p.m., under the old locust tree in the workers' square.

More than a dozen street thugs surrounded Lu Zifeng.

Good heavens, they were all puffing away on cigarettes, their eyes constantly glancing at the girls passing by. If they encountered a pretty one, someone would even whistle at her.

Jiang Ce arrived without even changing out of his blue overalls. Holding his bicycle, he said somewhat awkwardly, "Brother Feng, I only heard about your job being taken over these past couple of days. The guy is Wu Chengfu's nephew, named He Cheng. If you want to get rid of him…"

Jiang Ce is an apprentice at the cannery. If he were to confront He Cheng, he would probably lose his job.

But if I don't do it, I'll seem like I'm being disloyal.

Faced with this dilemma, Gu Quan waved his hand and said, "I know it's inconvenient for you to get involved, so leave this to us."

"Yes, kill him!"

Once everyone had quieted down, Lu Zifeng said, "Does anyone have money? Lend me some."

Gu Quan scratched his head: "Brother Feng, you know me..."

Jiang Ce pulled out twenty yuan from his shirt pocket: "I just got paid, one hundred and twenty. I gave one hundred to my family, so I only have twenty left."

Lu Zifeng took the two large bills, still warm from Jiang Ce's body, and said, "It's alright, I'll return them to you in a couple of days."

Apart from Jiang Ce, who has a job, the others are all unemployed. Sometimes they take a little money from home, sometimes they extort money from a few junior high school students, or they stand up for others and collect a little "protection money" to make ends meet.

"Brother Feng, I have five here."

"I have eight pieces."

"I...I have two pieces."

"..."

As Lu Zifeng looted his brothers' belongings, he muttered to himself: "Damn it, these days it's all the penniless guys pretending to be big shots on the street."

I counted it, and I got forty-eight yuan.

With my remaining seven and a half yuan, the total start-up capital is 55.5 yuan.

He put his arm around Jiang Ce's shoulder and lowered his head, saying, "Don't rush He Cheng's matter. Build a good relationship with him at the factory, see what kind of personality he has, and what his hobbies are. Also, can I borrow your bicycle tomorrow?"

Looking back on both past and present lives, the Lu family was harmed twice by Wu Fucheng, yet only received one beating. This is unfair.

This time, however, Lu Zifeng didn't plan to put a sack over his head.

Using fists and feet is a beginner's game.

As a reborn individual, he needs to prepare a powerful move that will prevent his opponent from ever recovering.

The next day was the weekend, and Jiang Ce happened to be off work.

Lu Zifeng hung the two baskets on either side of the back seat of the bicycle, held the handlebars with both hands, stepped on the pedal with his left foot, took two steps, and straddled the seat with his right leg.

The morning sun shone through the thin mist, casting a golden glow on his rolled-up sleeves.

I bought cellophane in the East Market, ribbons in the West Market, bamboo baskets in the South Market, and cards in the West Market.

Finally, he rode his bicycle to the market.

"Boss, how much are these bananas?"

"Five cents a pound."

"I want twenty pounds, and I'll pick the best ones."

"Boss, how much are the pomelos?"

"Six cents a pound."

"I'll pick twenty!"

"..."

Selling fruit baskets outside hospitals only started in the mid-1990s.

It was 1991, and fruit wasn't sold this way yet, but the fact that it became popular in the mid-1990s shows that it still has a certain mass appeal.

He returned laden with fruit, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he called out to his second younger brother, Lu Xiaoye, and his third younger sister, Lu Zhenzhen.

"Hey, what's up?" Lu Xiaoye walked out lazily, saw the two baskets of fruit, reached out and grabbed an apple and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Shut up!" Lu Zifeng roared, startling Lu Xiaoye so much that she almost dropped the apple from her left hand to her right.

"If you want some, I'll buy some for you next time. Now put down your homework and help me pack the fruit basket."

In the last few years of his previous life, Lu Zifeng opened a supermarket at the entrance of the residential area, mainly selling daily necessities, groceries, and fruits...

During holidays and festivals, he would select the best fruits, pack them into fruit baskets, and sell them at a premium.

Under Lu Zifeng's tutelage, Lu Zhenzhen quickly learned how to package things, even surpassing Lu Zifeng in the presentation. Lu Xiaoye, however, hesitated, looking at Lu Zifeng nervously, "Big brother, this…"