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

With a bag in each hand, Gu Quan followed Lu Zifeng around happily.

"Brother Feng, why do you always stock women's clothes? Don't we men deserve to wear clothes?"

Lu Zifeng stopped and waited for him for a while, then said, "I don't care whether men wear clothes or not. We're in business to make money. Either the profit per item is high, or the turnover rate is fast, so we can increase the volume. Only women's clothing meets these conditions."

"The men in our Dongxian County only have a few sets of work clothes issued by the factory, which they wear interchangeably. Even if they occasionally buy a new piece of clothing outside, it's enough for them to wear for several years."

"Unless someone like Wu Fucheng, but even Factory Director Wu buys brand-name goods, why would he come to our street stall to buy?"

In fact, Lu Zifeng didn't need to explain to Gu Quan what kind of goods he wanted to buy.

He simply took some opportunities to instill some business ideas in Gu Quan.

I'm not worried that he doesn't understand; I'm worried that he won't try to figure it out.

He didn't want to see his business succeed while Gu Quan was still a street urchin in Dong County.

Before long, a beige trench coat hanging on a stall caught Lu Zifeng's eye.

It looks familiar.

Oh, the one Lin Siyan is wearing.

However, the material quality seems to be worse than the one Lin Siyan is wearing.

He stepped forward, squeezed it with his hands, and asked, "Is it artificial leather?"

The proprietress slurped up the noodles and said, "What else?"

"Is there anything better?"

"Yes, the styles are all from Hong Kong, and they're rarely seen on the mainland. The price for the sheepskin is 120. This artificial leather one is 50."

Upon hearing the price, Lu Zifeng worried that Gu Quan might be frightened and say something reckless, so he glared at him first.

"I'll pick ten sets of the synthetic leather ones, how about 35? Also, I'll take one set of sheepskin, red, 120, I won't haggle."

The proprietress put down her bowl of noodles with a half-smile and teased, "This sheepskin set, is it for your sweetheart?"

Lu Zifeng took the red sheepskin trench coat in his hand, shook it, and said, "Make a pattern."

The proprietress laughed and said, "You use genuine leather to make the pattern, and then sell it as artificial leather. You're quite cunning, aren't you?"

As Lu Zifeng took out his money, he said, "You're overthinking it. We wouldn't sell artificial leather as genuine leather."

As dawn broke, Lu Zifeng was carrying two large bags, while Gu Quan was already exhausted.

"How far is it to the long-distance bus station?" Gu Quan asked, his arms dangling, stumbling along behind.

"Take a rest first, you won't need to mention it anymore soon."

As he spoke, Lu Zifeng put the goods on the ground, looked at the street not far away, and then waved his hand: "Good job!"

A group of simply dressed, dusty country folk rushed over and instantly surrounded Lu Zifeng and Gu Quan.

If Gu Quan hadn't learned something new yesterday, he would have thought these people were there to rob him.

"How much will it cost to take you to the long-distance bus station?"

"Hey boss, it's a bit far," said a gaunt old man in a worn green military uniform, holding up three fingers. "It'll cost at least three yuan."

A chubby guy behind him shouted, "Two for me!"

The old man with dry skin turned around and cursed, "You Russian, what the hell are you talking about? Boss, I know a shortcut that won't delay your journey."

Lu Zifeng pointed to the withered old man and the guy called Maozi: "Three yuan each, let's go."

Those who missed out on business dispersed with a "Oh wow!"

But they never lack hope, and soon they rushed towards another "boss".

Jiang City in 1991 was like the rising sun. The fog hadn't completely dissipated, but the light had already pierced through the clouds.

When we got back to Dongxian, it was around 11 a.m.

Lu Xiaoye had already pushed the cart to the station to wait at the previously agreed time.

By the way, when it came time to sell New Year's goods, I had already bought the cart from Uncle Zhang next door.

Seeing Lu Zifeng and Gu Quan get off the bus, he didn't go up to help them. Instead, he complained, "Why did you take so long to come back? I've already run into several classmates. They saw me standing in front of a cart. It's so embarrassing."

Lu Zifeng carried a bag onto the cart, wiped his sweat, and said, "What's shameful about earning money through our labor? But if the family becomes wealthy in the future, and you, as a man, haven't contributed a single bit to the family, that would be truly shameful."

No matter how wild Lu Xiaoye was, he didn't dare to argue with Lu Zifeng.

Making a couple of sarcastic remarks is already the limit of his ability.

After temporarily storing everything in the empty room at Qiao Ling's house, Lu Zifeng and Gu Quan sat on stools and drank water in large gulps.

Lu Xiaoye leaned on the counter and asked, "Brother Quan, did you guys have fun in the city?"

Gu Quan wiped his mouth with his hand and grinned, "It was so exciting! I didn't sleep all night and even fought with robbers."

A loud crash came from the inner room, and Qiao Ling came out: "Are you alright?"

Lu Zifeng said with a smile, "Gu Quan has always been this exaggerated, you know that."

"Hehe," Gu Quan chuckled twice and swung his fist, "I can take one down with one punch."

Lu Zifeng glared at Lu Xiaoye again: "Don't mention this when we get home."

Gu Quan yawned: "Speaking of not sleeping, I suddenly feel sleepy. Let's go home and get some sleep."

"Wait a minute." Lu Zifeng took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it over: "Thank you for your hard work this time."

"Brother Feng, you..." Gu Quan said a little embarrassedly, "Going out with you for one day is enough for that bastard Jiang Ce to work for a month."

Lu Zifeng could only shake his head helplessly.

He had tried to persuade Jiang Ce, but the boy was bound by his family and couldn't leave the cannery in the short term.

After receiving the money, Gu Quan left Qiao Ling's grocery store, but quickly poked his head back in: "Xiao Ye, Quan-ge will treat you to a meal at the Kang Le Game Hall tonight."

Lu Zifeng was also yawning a lot: "Let's go, let's go back to sleep."

Qiao Ling called out to him, "Wait a minute, I made some radish and pork rib soup. Have a bowl before you go."

Lu Xiaoye stood up: "I think I'll go first. If Brother Quan didn't get to drink the soup, I probably won't either."

Qiao Ling hurriedly explained, "I just heard they encountered danger in the city, and I momentarily forgot about the soup simmering in the pot... Oh right, I still have soup simmering in the pot!"

After saying that, he dashed into the kitchen.

The two brothers exchanged a glance, and Lu Xiaoye asked, "Big brother, what's your answer? Should I leave or not?"

Lu Zifeng pulled Lu Xiaoye down to sit and said, "Sister Ling's cooking is excellent, so why not have some? By the way, have you finished your winter break homework? I bought you and Zhenzhen a set of workbooks each when we went to the city this time. Finish them before school starts."

Lu Xiaoye lowered his head: "I know. But I don't have an appetite for soup anymore. You drink it slowly, brother. I'm leaving."

When Qiao Ling came out carrying two bowls of soup, Lu Xiaoye had already crossed the road.

"Oh, this child, I even brought him the soup, why did he leave?" Qiao Ling put the soup bowl on the glass counter and asked Lu Zifeng.

"Never mind him, let's drink. Where's the spoon?"

"Oh, right."

"..."