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

Four o'clock in the morning is the busiest time for fruit wholesale in Dongxian County.

Fruit vendors from nearby towns and even neighboring counties all rush to sell their produce at this time.

Lu Zifeng pushed the cart and bought more than 300 yuan worth of goods at once.

The fruit vendors certainly wouldn't allow Lu Zifeng to carefully select the fruit, so he could only weigh it by the kilogram like ordinary vendors.

After weighing the fruit, he picked out the ones that looked good and resold the rest to middlemen at a price slightly lower than that of the fruit vendors.

All things considered, the average price of the better-quality fruit he kept was naturally higher than the wholesale price, but definitely lower than the retail price of the middlemen.

This batch of goods is worth 198 yuan. Including consumables such as bamboo baskets and silk, the cost of a single fruit basket is about 3 yuan.

Today is Monday, and Lu Xiaofeng and Lu Zhenzhen both went to school.

Lu's mother also had to go to work, so only Lu's father, who was on medical retirement, stayed at home to help pack fruit.

"With so much stock, I don't know when we'll be able to sell it all. These fruits can't be kept for too long, or they'll spoil."

Mr. Lu kept nagging, but his hands never stopped moving.

Lu Zifeng's technique was clearly more skilled; in the time it took his father to pack one basket, he had already packed three.

"I've calculated it. The inpatient department of Dongxian Hospital has a total of 300 beds, and the current occupancy rate is close to half. Even if I sell one fruit basket for each bed, it'll be enough for me to clear out my inventory."

"Why don't you just say that if every person in the country gave you one yuan, you'd be a billionaire?"

"I didn't say I'd sell it all in one day. I'll sell it for two or three days, and if there's not much left, I'll eat it myself. It's almost Chinese New Year, and I can also give some to people I visit. Anyway, the money for this batch of fruit came from yesterday's earnings."

In the last few years of his previous life, he worked in a supermarket, so he was very sensitive to information such as customer positioning and foot traffic. However, he couldn't make any overly confident statements, lest he give people the impression of a charlatan.

However, this batch is quite large, and he doesn't really expect to sell it all in one day.

"Dad, please wrap this up for me. I'm going out for a bit."

Mr. Lu looked up, his eyes filled with wariness: "You've only changed your ways for a day, and you're already going out to cause trouble again?"

"No, I'm going to find a temporary warehouse near the hospital. It's tiring to pull a cart up and down steep slopes, and having a place like this will make it easy to restock whenever needed."

Speculation and profiteering are gradually becoming a thing of the past. Some houses facing the street are renovating their front doors to set up small stalls and sell breakfast or something similar.

Lu Zifeng remembered that there was a breakfast shop near the hospital, but it wasn't doing very well.

Many medium and large factories now have their own canteens.

For example, canneries have them.

Jiang Ce, who had just finished breakfast at the canteen, was stopped by Luo Jianguo, the workshop director.

Jiang Ce moved a stool and sat opposite Luo Jianguo: "Director Luo, is there something you need?"

Luo Jianguo pulled out a fifty-yuan green bill from his inner pocket: "Find a few people and overturn that fruit basket stall in front of the county hospital."

Jiang Ce grinned like a rogue: "It's no big deal, why would I take your money?"

Luo Jianguo quickly distanced himself: "Don't misunderstand, this is the factory manager's idea."

Jiang Ce was stunned for a moment. He knew about the feud between factory director Wu Fucheng and Lu Zifeng.

If Wu Fucheng asked him to teach Lu Zifeng a lesson, he wouldn't dare, nor would he be willing.

But right now it's just teaching a fruit seller a lesson, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

Jiang Ce reached out and swiped the fifty-yuan green bill on the table into his pocket, then walked out of the factory—this was called being ordered to skip work.

He first approached Gu Quan and a few others, agreeing that each of them would receive ten yuan afterward.

Seeing that there was a fight to be had and money to be made, Gu Quan didn't ask any more questions, picked up his stick, and went out into the street. Pedestrians on the roadside all consciously kept their distance.

At the same time, Lu Zifeng also arrived near the county hospital.

As soon as he arrived, he grabbed a handful of grass.

Someone actually copied my idea and set up fruit baskets at the hospital entrance before me, and even priced them lower than I did.

This piracy speed is even faster than Biquge!

If it were Lu Zifeng from his previous life, he would probably have had to find someone to overturn his business.

But now all I want is to turn over a new leaf and be a good person.

Competition is inevitable; we can only compete on price, quality, and service, and try to avoid using underhanded tactics.

Lu Zifeng observed from a distance and realized that the other party didn't have much stock, so it was probably just a first attempt.

Moreover, he only learned the basics; the fruit in the basket looked similar to what you'd find at a roadside stall, and the packaging wasn't very good either.

Lu Zifeng turned to leave when he suddenly saw several thugs wielding sticks and smashing the fruit stand.

"Jiang Ce? Gu Quan? What's going on?" Lu Zifeng was completely dumbfounded.

He didn't tell these guys about selling fruit baskets, nor did he ask them to help him eliminate his competitors, so why did they start fighting?

In less than a minute, the fruit basket was scattered all over the ground, and Jiang Ce and his group ran away after overturning the stall.

The stall owner, clutching his head and having been struck several times with a stick, cried out, "Who are you? I didn't do anything to you, I didn't provoke you, why are you hitting me?"

Lu Zifeng was puzzled. Although Jiang Ce and his gang were street thugs, they wouldn't beat people up for no reason.

Either the stall owner offended them, or they were acting under someone else's orders.

Thinking about this, Lu Zifeng seemed to understand something, and slowly raised his head to look at the window of the inpatient department.

Wu Fucheng quickly ducked his head inside the window.

He lay back on the hospital bed, pulled the white quilt over his legs, and covered them with it.

Luo Jianguo's position as workshop director is probably not going to last long.

How could you mess up something so small?

Just as he was gritting his teeth, the door to the ward was pushed open.

Lu Zifeng walked in, holding a dagger in his hand, which he twirled rapidly between his fingers.

"W-what are you going to do?" Wu Fucheng panicked, his injuries starting to ache again.

"I'm a fruit vendor, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to carry a knife, right?" Lu Zifeng picked up an apple and stabbed it twice with the dagger.

"I've reached an agreement with your son. He'll compensate you five hundred yuan, and it'll be in your account in a couple of days. You're the porcelain, I'm the earthenware; it's best not to cause any further trouble. Understand?"

Lu Zifeng threw the savage apple to Wu Fucheng on the hospital bed, then turned and left.

Wu Fucheng was actually quite frustrated.

He only found out afterward that Wu Biao had asked Director Luo to find someone to sabotage the business.

Although he felt that using such methods was somewhat low for a factory manager of a collective enterprise, he did not stop it.

Given Lu Zifeng's past behavior, he has offended quite a few people. As long as Wu Biao doesn't show up, he probably won't guess that this matter is related to the Wu family.

To everyone's surprise, Lu Zifeng went straight to the point, not giving him even a chance to explain.

Ever since Wu Fucheng saw Lu Zifeng selling fruit at the entrance of the county hospital, he had actually had other plans.

Compared to employees vandalizing property, this is more respectable.

Didn't he want to start a business?

Using his expertise to kill him was not only legal and justifiable, but Lu Zifeng probably wouldn't even know it was him who did it until his death.