1994: Starting with unpaid leave

"Let me do the math. The first time it was 843... the second time it was 320, so it's a total of 1163 yuan! Yes, that's the exact number!"

Erzhuzi shook his head and said smugly.

"More than a thousand yuan?!" Xiuyun was stunned. This amount of money was almost equivalent to her annual salary!

"It's 1163 yuan!"

Erzhuzi patiently pointed out Xiuyun's sister-in-law's mistakes.

After all, he was the one who collected all the money, so it's understandable that he felt proud.

However, he was quite honest; he didn't take all the credit for himself, but instead respectfully handed the wine bottle to Dong Jianguo.

"Sister-in-law, it's all thanks to my brother's excellent leadership."

"You wouldn't believe it, these past few days he's taken me to every little restaurant in this area. No matter which nook or cranny, as long as there's a small restaurant, Brother Jianguo takes me in and asks if they need eggs! Otherwise, how could those ordinary eggs sell so quickly!"

"And the first eggs laid by a hen! I've never known before that a hen's first eggs could be so valuable!"

Xiuyun was stunned and couldn't understand: "First-laid egg? What first-laid egg?"

Erzhuzi got excited when he heard this and vividly told Xiuyun how Dong Jianguo taught him to sell newly laid eggs.

He described the reactions of the egg buyers so vividly, as if they were happening right before his eyes.

"First-laid eggs...are they really as magical as you say?"

Dong Jianguo first shook his head, then nodded:

"I don't know either; I heard these things from other people."

There are many strange things in this world; who can really tell what's true and what's false?

"When I was in school, my teacher told me about a nurse named Florence Nightingale. In the field hospital, she would often carry a lamp and make rounds at night to comfort the wounded and sick, saying that their conditions would improve soon."

"Although she did not give the wounded soldiers any extra medication, the mortality rate of the wounded soldiers in the ward she was in charge of was much lower than that in other wards."

Xiuyun blinked, puzzled, and asked, "Because she fed the soldiers the first-laid eggs?"

Dong Jianguo shook his head: "We're at war, where are we going to get first-laid eggs?!"

"What I mean is, sometimes the psychological suggestions given by others can be very powerful!"

Erzhuzi slammed his hand on the table: "Right, right, right! Brother Dong is absolutely right! In this world, things are a matter of belief—if you believe, they exist; if you don't believe, they don't! What's that saying again...? Sincerity brings results!"

Dong Jianguo nodded and said, "Yes, that's the power of belief!"

In fact, there are always many similar things.

Compared to posture correctors, height-increasing socks, and therapeutic mattresses...

In this era of rampant savagery, selling newly laid eggs wasn't unacceptable at all...

After listening, Xiuyun was still a little confused, but her peach blossom eyes couldn't help but sparkle:

Does that mean if you firmly believe you're carrying a boy, you're guaranteed to give birth to a boy?

God, please, please let me have a boy!

Not knowing what his wife was thinking, Dong Jianguo opened the beer bottle with his teeth after speaking, clinked the bottles with Erzhuzi's, and then downed the beer in one gulp without even using a glass.

The chilled beer flowed down my esophagus, leaving a familiar bitter taste and a faint hint of alcohol on my tongue...

It's been many years since I've had this beer from my hometown, but the taste is still just as it was back then: "strong, bitter, and like life."

Putting down the bottle, Dong Jianguo couldn't help but let out a hissing sound, exhaling a breath of stale air:

"This is the true taste of Hecheng!"

Mingyue Island Beer is an indelible part of the "sentiment" of a generation of Northeasterners, especially those from Heilongjiang Province.

As early as 1985, Hecheng Brewery introduced the first canned beer production line in the province, and in 87, it exported canned beer to the former Soviet Union through the Heihe Port, filling the gap in canned beer exports.

As for the green glass bottle beer...

Throughout the 1990s, it was practically the go-to beer on the tables of men in Qiqihar!

It sells well not only in Hecheng, but also in the three northeastern provinces and eastern Inner Mongolia, and even has a good reputation in Russia.

Unfortunately, the factory was later acquired by China Resources Snow Beer, and this kind of local beer brand gradually disappeared, just like the glorious era of the old industrial base in Northeast China, gone forever...

"Brother Jianguo, what's going on? You look like you haven't had a drink in years."

"Don't just drink! Get some more meat! This pig's head is so tender! I've seen a lot of people buying braised pork from this place near Xijuzhai as a snack with their drinks!"

"Sister-in-law, stop staring at Jianguo. Eat more, you'll have all night to look at him after I leave!"

Erzhuzi didn't treat himself like an outsider, and treated Dong Jianguo and his wife like hosts at the dinner table.

He couldn't be happier.

I was a little unsure of myself when I first started working independently with Dong Jianguo, but now that I've actually seen the money, I feel completely at ease!

Moreover, he roughly calculated that if he could get goods from Dong Jianguo to sell, he might be able to live in a whole apartment building in Xijuzhai in a few years!

"Brother, I used to worry about having too many eggs and not being able to sell them, but after what you did today, I'm completely impressed. Now I'm worried that the more than 1,000 jin of eggs delivered these past two days might not be enough to sell!"

Dong Jianguo nodded: "There really aren't enough to sell."

"Eggs are a product with low profit margins; you can only make a meager living by selling in large quantities."

"I'll sell the remaining ten or so boxes of eggs at the morning market tomorrow. Once I have the money, I plan to make a trip to Ang Hei District and talk to my colleagues there."

Although connections allow them to obtain eggs at low prices, the delivery driver's words made it clear that each farm manager has their own ulterior motives.

If you really want to have a long-term and stable cooperative relationship, you still need to find ways to make it more solid.

"No problem, I'll go with you!" Erzhuzi patted his chest confidently.

Dong Jianguo shook his head:

"Tomorrow's morning market is mainly for retail, so it's uncertain whether we can sell out this much."

"If there are any left over, you'll have to ride your tricycle to sell them door-to-door."

"Although the weather is gradually getting cooler, eggs will spoil if they are not refrigerated for a week, so it's best to sell them as soon as possible."

"As for Ang Hei District, I'll handle it myself."

"That's right! We'll visit a few more restaurants then. There are quite a few in the three northern districts; I'll try my best to sell them all before we get the supplies the day after tomorrow!"

Erzhuzi tilted his head back and downed half a bottle of beer, his eyes shining with eagerness as he put the bottle down.

Xiuyun's somewhat surprised gaze swept back and forth between the two people on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Just a few days ago, when she went to the security team to pay the fine and pick up the person, Erzhuzi was still handcuffed to the radiator with a dejected look on his face.

She only worked with her husband for two days, and now she looks radiant.

She was radiant to an unbelievable degree.

What kind of magic does my man possess?!