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

Outside the supply and marketing cooperative, there is a banner that reads "Develop the economy and ensure supply".

The counter was filled with a dazzling array of goods, including groceries, toys, and daily necessities.

In this vibrant and lively place, the sign that read "Beating customers is strictly prohibited" caught Lu Zifeng's eye.

"mom!"

"Hey, here it comes!"

Lu's mother's gaze lingered on Lu Zifeng's face for only 0.1 seconds before shifting to Qiao Ling.

Good guy!

It has the looks, and it does.

I want a good figure, and I have one.

The more Lu's mother looked at her, the brighter her eyes became, making Qiao Ling feel quite embarrassed.

Hello, Auntie.

"Um, hello. How old are you?"

"20".

Lu Zifeng urged, "Hurry up, lead us to find the person."

Lu's mother turned her gaze back to Lu Zifeng, and her face instantly fell: "Go upstairs to find your Uncle Liu. I've already mentioned this to him."

"Who is the biological child?" Lu Zifeng muttered to himself as he led Qiao Ling upstairs.

He's been playing in this place since he was a child, so he's very familiar with it.

Knocking on the door of the business office, Lu Zifeng greeted everyone with a broad smile, "Uncle Liu."

Liu Guoqiang, who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper, looked up when someone called out to him: "Oh, Zifeng, come in and sit down."

Lu Zifeng sat down casually, while Qiao Ling stood behind him rather reservedly.

For Qiao Ling, this was a state-owned enterprise.

They dare not offend them lightly.

But Lu Zifeng knew that this so-called state-owned enterprise didn't have many years left.

Liu Guoqiang took off his reading glasses and wiped them with a cotton swab: "Your mother mentioned this to me. It's not as complicated as you think. The policy has clearly stated that it supports supply and marketing cooperatives in providing goods to individual businesses."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Qiao Ling and put his reading glasses back on: "Did you bring all the necessary certificates and licenses?"

"I brought everything." Qiao Ling deftly took out the two certificates and one photo.

After examining it carefully, Liu Guoqiang said, "This isn't the right business model. You run a breakfast shop?"

Lu Zifeng quickly explained, "It's in the process, it's in the process. We're thinking of getting the preliminary preparations done first, and we can open for business as soon as the license is renewed."

Liu Guoqiang chuckled awkwardly, "It would be best if you could turn over a new leaf. But let me be clear, the New Year is coming soon, and some goods are in high demand. Even if we know each other, I can't supply them in large quantities. If you want to buy more, according to the rules, you'll need to mix in some slow-moving stock."

Lu Zifeng had already researched the relevant rules and nodded, saying, "I understand the rules, but I have two conditions."

Liu Guoqiang was stunned for a moment, then slammed his hands on the desk: "You dare to make demands?"

"Hey, Uncle Liu, you can't hit customers!"

"Go on," Liu Guoqiang said, somewhat bewildered. This was the first time in all these years that he had encountered someone who wanted to buy goods from the supply and marketing cooperative while also making demands on it.

"First of all, for those in-demand items, we offer cash on delivery, no problem. But for slow-moving goods that are already slow-moving, you should at least offer payment terms."

"One week."

"Three months."

"One month, no more than that."

"Two months, no less."

"Turn right after you leave the house."

"Okay... I mean, okay, one month it is."

"Hmph!" Liu Guoqiang sneered.

You little brat, don't you know what kind of occasion this is? You think you can't be dealt with?

"Secondly, you tell me which goods are slow-moving. I can't take them all; I have to choose for myself."

Liu Guoqiang opened a thick notebook, glanced at each page, and listed some product names for Lu Zifeng.

Looking at the non-staple food section, the best-selling items are mainly cigarettes, fine wines, malted milk powder, and branded candies.

In terms of daily necessities, there are brand-name skincare products and fashionable clothing.

Qiao Ling asked Lu Zifeng, "Can't we sell these cigarettes?"

Liu Guoqiang nodded and said, "Yes, this requires a separate tobacco sales license."

Lu Zifeng smiled and said, "Uncle Liu, we're not outsiders."

Liu Guoqiang was somewhat convinced. This kid usually seemed carefree and irresponsible, but how come he knew everything?

"In principle, it's not possible, but I can set up your store as a sales outlet under the supply and marketing cooperative. If you want to sell cigarettes, you just need to register with the tobacco bureau. However, if you want to sell long-term, you should get the tobacco monopoly license as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Qiao Ling's breakfast shop was converted into a department store using Qiao Ling's business license.

However, Qiao Ling didn't have much money to buy goods; it was mainly Lu Zifeng who bought more.

We also selected some slow-moving items.

To Liu Guoqiang's surprise, Lu Zifeng chose unsold pastries and side dishes.

You should know that other slow-moving products are just experiencing a decline in sales; they will eventually be sold out eventually.

In contrast, non-staple foods have expiration dates, and since they are already slow-moving, if they can't be sold in a short period of time, they will have to be destroyed once they expire. Compared to selling other goods without expiration dates, the risk is much greater.

Qiao Ling had similar concerns, but she didn't want to question Lu Zifeng's decision in front of outsiders.

Only after leaving Liu Guoqiang's office did she ask with a hint of worry, "What if those pastries and local specialties don't sell and expire?"

Lu Zifeng explained, "The reasons for the slow sales of these pastries are quite complex. First, the supply and marketing cooperative operates on a unified purchase and sales system, meaning the supply is controlled by higher authorities rather than the market. This leads to some goods being purchased in smaller quantities, becoming scarce locally. Other goods being purchased in larger quantities, resulting in slow sales locally. This is not a quality issue, but with the Spring Festival approaching, the situation changes."

"Secondly, the food packaging is also very perfunctory; it doesn't look appetizing at all. The people at the supply and marketing cooperative are so arrogant; they don't know how to sell products at all. It's like, 'Buy it or don't,' because candy and pastries aren't necessities, so they don't sell."

Qiao Ling's eyes lit up as she thought of Lu Zifeng's case of packaging fruit baskets.

If these pastries were repackaged, or mixed with locked-in goods into gift boxes, and the Spring Festival season were brought in, wouldn't they make a fortune?

"But what should we use to package the pastries?" Qiao Ling skipped the previous thought process and asked directly.

"Don't worry, I've already contacted a privately contracted packaging factory. No need for a letter of introduction."

Qiao Ling slowly stopped and looked at Lu Zifeng's back.

How can a person be so calculating?

With Liu Guoqiang's approval slip in hand, I went to the accounting office to pay and get it stamped, and then went to the warehouse to check the goods.

The accounting office and the warehouse each took care of their own affairs, followed the rules, and didn't ask any questions about anything else.

In addition to the department store, Lu Zifeng also bought himself a bicycle.

The bicycle is a Forever brand, and its original price was over two hundred.

However, through his mother's connections, Lu Zifeng managed to get a car that had been previously displayed as a sample and was not selling well, at almost half price.

The goods have been inventoried, and they look like a huge pile; the bicycle simply can't carry them all.

"Sister Qiao, I'll take you back first, then Gu Quan and I will use a handcart to pull you back."

Lu Zifeng pushed his bicycle out of the warehouse, hopped on, and said, "Sister Qiao, let's go!"

"Okay!"

Qiao Ling had never ridden a bicycle before and was a little nervous.

She imitated the other girls, gripped the back seat with her right hand, and jumped up to sit on it.

The bicycle handlebars suddenly lurched, and Qiao Ling cried out "Ah!" Startled, she quickly grabbed Lu Zifeng's waist, pressing her entire chest against his back.

Feeling the weight, Lu Zifeng licked his lips: "Oh~"