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

Su Min felt she had the power to control Qi Bo; her only concern was New Era Trading Company.

Zhou Hai only received the list, not specific information such as business licenses.

So, Su Min once again criticized him, saying he was "unreliable."

"Qi Bo, and this New Era Trading Company, who exactly was the one who stabbed us in the back back then?" Su Min muttered to herself.

"I think Qi Bo is more likely. He's a local and has always been involved in reselling goods. If he feels the time is right, it would be reasonable for him to open a shop in the residential area," Zhou Hai analyzed for her.

Su Min nodded slightly, a hint of disdain on her lips.

She still wanted to talk to Qi Bo beforehand, but she wouldn't mention the stabbing incident.

As long as Qi Bo withdraws from the warehouse auction, the cannery will have a thousand reasons not to approve his orders in the future—it's not a promise written into the contract anyway.

As the auction date approached, Su Min seemed a little nervous.

The Su family is a large business, but Su Min is not.

She hoped to take over the grain depot warehouse to expand the family business and increase her influence within the Su family.

This was also one of the reasons why she was determined to acquire the grain depot warehouse.

There was another person who seemed even more nervous than Su Min.

At this moment, she was staring blankly at Lu Zifeng wolfing down his food, feeling both warm and heartbroken.

"How long has it been since you last ate?" Qiao Ling asked.

"I eat out every day, but nothing can compare to Sister Ling's cooking." Lu Zifeng wiped his mouth and looked at Qiao Ling: "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

Lu Zifeng said, "When I was outside, I saw someone selling wild soft-shelled turtles. Those turtles were absolutely huge."

As he spoke, he slammed the empty bowl in front of him onto the table, pointed at the upside-down bowl, and said, "Your head is this big!"

"Huh?" Qiao Ling didn't believe it at all, but she quickly understood what Lu Zifeng meant. She smiled, picked up the empty bowl, and walked towards the kitchen.

When they got to the kitchen, they found there was no rice left in the pot.

She never expected Lu Zifeng to eat so much today!

So she brought the whole pot out and slammed it on the table: "Is the turtle's body this big?"

Then, the two of them burst into laughter and collapsed onto the table.

Lu's mother walked in without them noticing.

Lu's mother didn't say anything; she was very pleased to see this scene.

But I still couldn't help coughing.

Qiao Ling looked up and her face turned as red as an apple: "Auntie's here."

Mrs. Lu smiled and said, "Did I disturb you?"

Lu Zifeng laughed and said, "No problem, but if you want to eat, there won't be any for you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the pot that was upside down on the table.

Lu's mother wanted to laugh, but couldn't quite manage it.

Lu Zifeng, sensing something was amiss, quickly asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Lu's mother sat down on the long wooden bench with some difficulty and said, "Before I say anything, you should be mentally prepared."

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Qiao Ling sat down as well, her heart pounding.

Lu's mother said, "Liu Guoqiang came to see me today and asked me to pass on a message to you. The higher-ups are not planning to supply your grocery store anymore and are going to take back your sales point's sign. He said there's nothing he can do about it."

Lu Zifeng and Qiao Ling exchanged a glance, realizing who was behind it all.

Lu's mother then changed the subject, saying, "Zifeng is always out and about, he must have found a way to make a living, right? I'm just worried about Xiaoling in the future... maybe..."

She wanted to say, "Why don't you just get things done?"

Lu Zifeng is in charge of earning money, while Qiao Ling is in charge of managing the household.

In this day and age, a marriage certificate isn't the most important thing. Holding a banquet and announcing it in public is enough to establish a de facto marriage.

However, she didn't know Qiao Ling's current attitude and was worried that acting too hastily would backfire.

Qiao Ling said, "Auntie, don't worry about me. Doesn't Zifeng often buy clothing? If we can't run a grocery store, we'll switch to a clothing store. There's always a way out."

As she spoke, she looked at Lu Zifeng again.

Lu Zifeng smiled, reached for his black briefcase, pulled out a thick stack of business cards, and slammed them on the table.

Qiao Ling and Lu's mother each took a few pages to look at.

"Jiangping Beverage Factory?"

"The general distributor of Shenbei daily necessities in Jiangshi?"

"Zhongshan Haolai Daily Chemicals Jiangshi Distribution Department?"

"Nantong side dishes?"

"Kunming Sugar, Tobacco and Alcohol Company?"

"..."

The two women stared at Lu Zifeng in disbelief.

Lu Zifeng sneered, "Do I freaking care about the supply and marketing cooperative's goods? It's just because I grew up eating food from the supply and marketing cooperative, that I'm helping them reduce their inventory."

After thinking for a moment, Lu Zifeng instructed the two women in front of him, "Don't tell either of you about this for now. I'm telling you so you won't lose sleep worrying. When the time is right, I will naturally give certain people a surprise."

"What the hell era are we living in? Do they still think the resources of the supply and marketing cooperatives can determine life and death? They're completely disregarding Deng Xiaoping's words!"

"Which...which Grandpa Deng?" Lu's mother asked.

"The one on TV."

The Southern Tour took place in 1992.

1992 marked the establishment of a clear direction, but it was not a sudden shift; rather, it was the result of more than a decade of accumulation following the reform and opening up.

Therefore, those who are truly intelligent have already taken action.

The next day, Qiao Ling went and bought a black and white television.

She wants to watch the news.

Lu Zifeng suggested that she buy the colored ones directly, but she still couldn't bear to spend more money.

Lu Zifeng helped her bring the TV back on his bicycle, found a roll of aluminum wire, cut it with pliers, and bent it into two rhombuses.

After securing the antenna to the top of the wooden pole on the roof, Lu Zifeng continued to adjust the orientation.

Qiao Ling stuck her head out of the window to report the situation: "It's not working, it's all snowflakes."

I adjusted it again.

"Are you done yet?"

"It's a little better, there are people in there."

"Are you done yet?"

"It's gotten a little better."

"Are you done yet?"

"Almost there, wait, I can hear a sound!"

Just then, the "Song of the Week" segment from the variety show "Zhengda Variety Show" came on TV. Qiao Ling swayed her body and excitedly hummed along with the children on TV: "Please take my song back to your home, please leave your smile behind... Tomorrow, tomorrow this song will fly to the ends of the earth, fly to the ends of the earth..."

Who isn't a little girl at first?

Not long after, Lu Zifeng on the roof shouted, "Damn it, where's my ladder? Who knocked it over?"

Hearing the shout, Qiao Ling was about to help Lu Zifeng with the ladder when a young man wearing glasses came to the store and said he wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Qiao Ling naturally went to greet the customers first.

But Lu Zifeng was unaware of this; he was still shouting from the rooftop, "Sister Ling, my ladder has fallen over, please help me hold it up!"

Qiao Ling deliberately ignored him, imagining him stuck on the rooftop, finding it quite amusing.

Even when selling cigarettes, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

The bespectacled man buying cigarettes took a step back upon hearing Lu Zifeng's shout and looked up at the roof: "Lu Zifeng? I thought that voice sounded familiar!"

Lu Zifeng poked his head out from the roof: "Reporter Du, what brings you here? Hey, since you're already here, could you help me with the ladder?"