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

"Comrade, you look really good in this outfit. You're definitely the best-looking person in Dong County."

Qiao Ling mimicked the tone Lu Zifeng had used to speak to her yesterday, praising the young woman trying on the trench coat in front of her.

"Can you make it cheaper? 68 is too expensive!"

"Who says otherwise? I also think it's too expensive, but the cost price is 60, so I don't dare to buy too many. There are only a few of these in the entire Dong County."

Qiao Ling remained adamant that when goods are scarce, there will always be someone willing to pay a high price.

The young woman looked at her boyfriend beside her, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Seeing this, Qiao Ling immediately said, "Dressing up your girlfriend nicely is for your own enjoyment."

The man scoffed, "It's not like it's underwear. How about less? Six...sixty-six, okay?"

Qiao Ling almost couldn't catch her breath, only to find that the other party returned two yuan.

She originally planned to give away a hair clip that cost three yuan, but now she doesn't need to.

"Okay, let's be friends. Come again next time!"

"By the way, do you want to buy a pair of gym pants? We're friends now, I'll give them to you at cost price."

Qiao Ling was busy until noon, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

I wanted to pack up and go home for dinner, but Gu Quan wasn't there, and it would be a hassle to clean up by myself; I couldn't even push the cart.

If I were to accidentally damage this size 120 red trench coat, it would be a real loss.

Just then, Lu Zifeng rode over on his bicycle.

Two boxed lunches were hanging on the handlebars of the bicycle.

Lu Zifeng got out of the car and handed over the boxed lunch.

Qiao Ling was a little surprised: "Where did you get the boxed lunch? Why are you eating here too? Don't you have to mind the shop anymore?"

Lu Zifeng leaned against a utility pole and opened his lunchbox: "My mom sent this lunch. She said she'd watch the shop for us and asked me to bring it to you."

Qiao Ling said, "Then you can go back and eat after you deliver the food. Is it really necessary to eat leaning against the telephone pole?"

"Ha!" Lu Zifeng sneered, "My mom said it was pitiful for you to eat alone by the roadside, and she wanted me to be pitiful with you. Actually, I thought I could let you go back to eat, but she wouldn't do it and insisted that we be pitiful together."

Qiao Ling smiled gently: "You certainly listen to your mother. But why were you always getting beaten when you were little, such an obedient child?"

Lu Zifeng paused for a moment and said, "I was ignorant before, but now I want to be a good person."

The two were eating and chatting when suddenly there was a loud "clang" behind them.

Lu Zifeng turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a stylishly dressed woman pulling open the roller shutter door of a shop on the side of the road.

Lu Zifeng frowned, a bad feeling creeping over him.

To be precise, this was not a shop, but one of the former warehouses of the grain depot, only its location happened to be on the street.

The grain depot has been vacant since its relocation and reorganization.

In Lu Zifeng's memory, this storefront was vacant for many years, then it became a billiards hall, and later a supermarket.

This supermarket will still be around in 2026.

After all, with such a large cluster of residential communities, they could make money even without lifting a finger.

Lu Zifeng originally intended to acquire this shop to open the first supermarket in the country, but after doing the math, he realized that the money he had was simply not enough.

He wasn't in a hurry because he thought the shop would be vacant for several more years, but who knew he would be targeted.

Seeing Lu Zifeng staring intently at the fashionable woman in the direction of the shop, Qiao Ling nudged him with her elbow: "You've got your eye on her?"

"Huh? What did you say?" Lu Zifeng was confused.

"I'm telling you, why are you staring at her like that? Have you fallen in love at first sight?" Qiao Ling muttered under her breath.

Lu Zifeng turned around: "Can you women stop thinking about these pointless things all day? I'm looking at the shops. Besides, that woman is about the same age as my aunt back home. Why would I be interested in her?"

Qiao Ling felt a little awkward and changed the subject, saying, "Why are you looking at the shops?"

Lu Zifeng said, "Do you remember I mentioned before that I wanted to expand our store? When I was selling New Year's goods here during the Spring Festival, I felt that this location was really good, so I wanted to take over this shop, but I didn't have enough money on hand, so I could only wait. I didn't expect someone to beat me to it."

Qiao Ling also felt that this position was very good, and it was a real pity that someone else had taken it first.

But Lu Zifeng's thoughts were different from Qiao Ling's. As a reborn person, he was wondering where this woman came from.

How come this person didn't exist in my past life, but appeared in this one?

Could it be due to the influence of my own butterfly wings?

That can't be!

He decided it was necessary to inquire about it.

Lu Zifeng did not know the person in charge of the grain station.

In this day and age, it's not easy to talk to someone from a state-owned enterprise.

A letter of introduction is required upon entering.

Lu Zifeng doesn't have a proper employer, so where did he get the letter of introduction?

However, among his group of brothers, there was one named Song Zheng, who was the son of a grain station employee.

Lu Zifeng approached Song Zheng, hoping to use Song Zheng's father's connections to get an introduction so that a letter of introduction wouldn't be needed.

Song Zheng agreed to Feng Ge's arrangement without hesitation.

But Song Zheng's father had a different opinion!

"You mean Lu the Madman? What's he up to? Seize the granary?" Song's father muttered as he brushed his teeth.

"Dad, he's running a legitimate business now. He made over ten thousand yuan in just a few days during the Spring Festival. Could you help him out? He could teach me some things in the future. Wouldn't that be better than your meager salary?"

"Tens of thousands? You're kidding!"

"Believe it or not, you have to help me with this."

Lu Zifeng didn't hide his money-making scheme from his brothers. He would consider giving a helping hand to anyone willing to join him on this path.

In business, you can never have too many helpers, but you have to put them in the right positions.

If Jiang Ce were willing to help, he would definitely be Lu Zifeng's deputy. Unfortunately, the kid doesn't dare to disobey his parents and is still repairing his machines at the cannery.

Fortunately, Mr. Song was more open-minded than Mr. Jiang, believing that there was no distinction between high and low in making money, and that as long as it was legal, there was no problem.

Therefore, when Song's father met Lu Zifeng, he was very enthusiastic.

"Uncle Song, please sit down!" In the tea stall, Lu Zifeng poured a bowl of tea for Song's father and Song Zheng respectively.

Mr. Song cut to the chase: "I heard you want to see our stationmaster? What's the matter? I can't just pretend I don't know the answer when the stationmaster asks."

Lu Zifeng laughed and said, "Uncle Song is so straightforward. Here's the thing, I'd like to rent the vacant warehouse of the grain depot on Qingguo Street. I wonder if Uncle Song thinks this is feasible?"

Mr. Song frowned: "I haven't heard that we want to rent out our vacant warehouse. It seems that the policy doesn't allow it."

Lu Zifeng understood what Song's father meant.

A few years later, the government issued a notice aimed at rectifying the illegal leasing of state assets.

This notice conveys two important messages:

First, renting out state-owned assets to earn rental income is illegal;

Secondly, many people have already violated the rules.

Otherwise, why bother with rectification?

Perhaps Song's father didn't hold a high position at the grain station, so he didn't know that the warehouse had been rented out.

As Lu Zifeng was pondering this, Song's father suddenly remembered something: "We can't rent it out, but we can sell it. It seems someone has been negotiating this deal with the station recently."

Lu Zifeng gripped a handful of grass. If this shop were sold, what would be left for him?