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

A few days ago, after the cannery was robbed, Wu Fucheng's first suspect was Lu Zifeng.

Now that Lu Zifeng has been ambushed, it's reasonable to suspect the Wu family first, right?

Lu Zifeng gave the statement he was required to give, signed the documents he was required to sign, and went through all the necessary procedures. Wang Jianguo's bringing Wu Biao back for questioning was also entirely in accordance with procedure.

But when Wu Fucheng heard about this, he couldn't sit still any longer.

To prove that he was the one who did it and that Wu Biao had nothing to do with it, he spilled every little detail.

The boss of a fertilizer plant was caught in bed by police officers in the middle of the night.

Lu's father was also the one whose blanket was pulled off his bed.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Lu looked at Mrs. Lu with a bewildered expression.

"Zifeng hasn't come back yet, it's so late. Is he staying at Qiaoling's house?" said Lu's mother.

"Let them stay. Haven't you been wanting them to be together for a while now?"

"Qiao Ling is a good girl. I hope Zifeng won't let her down." As she spoke, Lu's mother slapped her thigh, her face full of a loving mother's smile.

"You can be excited all you want, but don't you dare pat my leg!" Mr. Lu said, wrapping himself in the blanket with resentment.

Mother Lu ignored the old man and wondered if she should bring two bowls of glutinous rice balls over tomorrow morning.

Brown sugar and goji berries should be added to the glutinous rice balls.

Just then, I heard the sound of keys outside the door.

Open the door, close the door.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

It was Lu Zifeng's voice.

Mrs. Lu's face darkened, and she said irritably, "Useless!"

The next morning, Lu's mother saw Lu Zifeng's swollen face; the boy was rolling a hard-boiled egg all over his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Mrs. Lu asked worriedly.

"It's nothing, I drank too much last night and tripped and fell on the road."

Mr. Lu chimed in, "You didn't get into a fight, did you?"

Lu Zifeng explained helplessly, "No, Sister Ling can testify, it really was from a fall."

Lu's mother was taken aback: "She saw you fall? You've embarrassed yourself so much..."

Lu Zifeng: "..."

We continued setting up our stall on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

While unloading the goods, Qiao Ling pointed at Lu Zifeng's face and said, "Why don't you take a break today?"

Lu Zifeng resolutely refused: "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, tomorrow is the second day, and the day after tomorrow is the third day. This is the time when people visit relatives and friends, and it's also the time when our New Year's goods sell like hotcakes. Nobody can rest!"

Qiao Ling asked him, "Is making money really that important to you?"

Lu Zifeng secured the goods to the cart with ropes, then put down his work: "No. For me, making money isn't the most important thing. But without money, I can't maintain the things that are most important to me."

Qiao Ling walked over and placed her hand on the goods: "Push it, I'll help you."

Someone spent all night studying brain teasers yesterday, only to be told today that they're not doing brain teasers anymore, and instead they're doing a lottery.

The brain teasers are open to everyone present.

Even if you don't spend a single penny, you still have a chance to get an eight-yuan cash bonus, which is why it attracts so many people.

Lu Zifeng felt that since he had already made a name for himself, he couldn't let those who wanted to take advantage of him get away with it.

There will be a lucky draw on-site, and only those who purchase more than 50 yuan are eligible.

The prizes are divided into first, second and third prizes, and the winning rate is set at 100%.

The first prize is a 66 yuan red envelope, which exceeds the 50 yuan purchase threshold.

The customer who won the first prize said in his acceptance speech, "I admit that there was an element of gambling involved. But I won."

The second prize is a physical gift worth about ten yuan. Even if someone wins the prize, according to the profit margin set by Lu Zifeng, there will still be a profit.

The third prize is a slow-moving item worth 1-2 yuan. Others get pleasure from the prostitution, but Lu Zifeng gets the publicity.

Compared to the bustling activity on Lu Zifeng's side, the supply and marketing cooperative seemed lifeless.

Liu Guoqiang also suggested that they set up a stall outside like Lu Zifeng did, or come up with some activity plans.

But what he was met with were disdain from everyone in the company.

They either find it troublesome or feel ashamed.

Me, a dignified state-owned enterprise employee, going out on the street like a street hustler?

Is something wrong with you?

Some even said to Liu Guoqiang, "Lu Zifeng's goods all come from you. You've made a mess of things, and you expect us to embarrass ourselves and make amends? Don't you have any shame?"

Liu Guoqiang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "Comrades, it's been eleven years since the central leadership proposed that 'socialism can also have a market economy.' The county cooperative's distribution of goods to individual businesses is also part of the current national policy. Even without Lu Zifeng, there would be Wu Zifeng, Qi Zifeng, but what truly needs to change is ourselves!"

The audience fell silent.

Afterwards, Lu's mother found Liu Guoqiang and apologized to him repeatedly: "I'm so sorry, Lao Liu, I've dragged you into this."

Liu Guoqiang waved his hand: "In the torrent of the market economy, it's only a matter of time before a group that refuses to change is submerged, and it has nothing to do with others."

Lu's mother wiped away her tears: "My son Zifeng also grew up eating the food of the supply and marketing cooperative, and in the end, he even harms the cooperative. I'm going to scold him when I get back!"

Liu Guoqiang glanced at Lu's mother: "Stop pretending in front of me. How many more years can the supply and marketing cooperative hold on? By then, you'll probably be able to retire and enjoy your retirement."

Mother Lu: "Okay."

Liu Guoqiang: "..."

In 1991, the Spring Festival holiday was only three days long (the first, second, and third days of the Lunar New Year).

By the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Lu Zifeng's business had come to an end.

After calculating, the store still had more than 2,000 yuan worth of goods, but its cash balance had reached more than 30,000 yuan.

Lu Zifeng took a pen and a notebook.

According to the original agreement, Lu Zifeng would contribute the majority of the financial resources and be responsible for sourcing the goods, holding a 66% stake.

Qiao Ling lent out the shell company with two certificates and one license, as well as the shop, and contributed a small share of the profits, holding 34% of the shares.

There are still five or six thousand yuan in unsold goods owed to the supply and marketing cooperative, and Lu Zifeng still doesn't plan to settle the accounts in advance, but he needs to save this money.

"Sister Ling, let's use another five thousand yuan to buy more stock. Of the remaining thirty thousand yuan, we'll keep five thousand as a reserve fund, and with that five thousand, I'm considering taking over the room next door and converting it into an open-plan department store. As for the other twenty thousand, we'll split it according to our pre-agreed ratio. What do you think?"

Lu Zifeng did intend to help Qiao Ling make money, but he wouldn't put all his assets into a department store in Dong County.

Moreover, once the Spring Festival rush is over, business in the store will return to normal, so there's no need to keep too much reserve funds.

So this time, he proposed to take 20,000 yuan as a dividend.

Qiao Ling looked up at Lu Zifeng: "In principle, I'll listen to you. But there's one thing I disagree with."

Lu Zifeng asked, "What is it?"

Qiao Ling said, "I do not agree to turning our home into a department store."

Lu Zifeng laughed and said, "Okay, whatever you say. I'll find another place."

This house is Qiao Ling's only connection to her deceased parents; the taste of home still lingers here.

But why did she leave in her past life?

Lu Zifeng couldn't ask.