Rebirth: My college entrance exam score was stolen? I turned the tables and made a billion.

The core of Liu Guangming's words is actually about partnership and franchising! Centralized purchasing and sales!

Thirty years from now, even a street vendor selling rice noodle rolls will know how to run a franchise.

But in 1992, when even self-employed individuals were considered "not doing proper work" by some old-fashioned people, Liu Guangming's words were like an atomic bomb detonating in the minds of Liangzi and others.

Those who work with him don't need to pay out of their own pockets to take risks, don't need to find their own supply channels, and even the location of their stall is planned out for them.

As long as you put in some effort, you can become a boss and directly share the profits!

"Then...how should we divide this money?"

Huang Mao swallowed hard.

"I am responsible for all the bulk purchases and bear all the risks of unsold goods going to waste. In addition, I came up with the business model, so I will take the lion's share of the net profit, I will take 50%."

Liu Guangming held out a hand.

"We'll divide the remaining 50% equally among the locations."

"Don't think you're getting too little; let's do the math."

Liu Guangming turned his head and glanced at the bulging canvas bag that Zhao Xiaojun was carrying the money in.

"This afternoon, Xiaojun and I sold 500 jin of watermelons in half a day. After deducting all the costs, we made a net profit of more than 70 yuan."

He turned to Liangzi: "If we set up four stalls, even if we calculate the minimum net profit of two hundred yuan a day, half of that would be one hundred yuan!"

"If you five split it equally, each person can get twenty yuan a day!"

Twenty yuan!

Upon hearing this number, the five young men gasped in unison.

Nowadays, even if the regular workers in the county's cotton mills and meat processing plants work themselves to the bone from dawn till dusk, their wages plus bonuses are only seventy or eighty yuan a month.

So, they can earn in a day what other people do in a week by selling watermelon juice?!

Liangzi's breathing suddenly became heavy.

"Brother Guangming, are you... are you serious? You're not kidding us?"

"I, Liu Guangming, am a man of my word."

Liu Guangming's tone became stern.

"But let me make this clear from the start! Since we're partners, I absolutely will not tolerate anyone betraying me."

"Anyone who dares to cheat me on the weight, add unboiled water to the juice, or embezzle money by manipulating the accounts."

Liu Guangming paused for a moment, his eyes becoming extremely imposing:

"Then don't blame me for turning my back on you. I'd rather break off the deal than leave this cancer behind!"

"Don't worry, if anyone dares to do something like that—giving birth to a son without an anus—and ruins everyone's livelihood, you won't even need to lift a finger, brother!"

Liangzi yelled at the top of his lungs, then turned around abruptly, pointing at his four brothers behind him.

"I, Liangzi, will chop off his hand first! Did you hear me?!"

"Listen carefully!"

Liangzi certainly had the air of an older brother. After he said that, the four of them immediately got excited and shouted back in unison.

The noise was so loud that it startled several passengers waiting for the train in the distance.

After they finished shouting, everyone's eyes shone with a fervent light, a light born of hope and dignity.

Zhao Xiaojun was stunned.

Besides being surprised by the change in Liangzi and the others, they were also shocked by Liu Guangming's combination of force and persuasion!

"Brother Guangming, shall we start tomorrow?"

After regaining his senses, Zhao Xiaojun was also a little impatient.

"But we only have one cart right now, where are we going to get so many carts and equipment?"

This is indeed a real problem.

Five stalls, which meant five handcarts, and five sets of aluminum basins, buckets, kitchen knives, and rolling pins.

The buckets are fine, it's just this cart...

Liangzi slapped his thigh and took on the responsibility wholeheartedly:

"Leave this to me!"

"The handcarts are easy to deal with. I know Old Li at the Dongguan scrap metal collection station. He has several broken handcarts that he collected from the towns below. They're basically just flat tires or broken crossbars."

"Tonight I'll take the brothers over the wall... no, I'll take you guys to Old Li's to buy it! We can fix it up ourselves tonight and it'll be ready to use!"

"As for basins, buckets, knives, and the like, there's even less to worry about..."

The blond guy standing to the side chuckled.

"We'll each take some from home! Anyway, our parents have to go to work during the day, so we can just take them home after we sell the watermelons."

Liu Guangming nodded:

"Okay, you can figure out the small tools yourselves."

"I'll cover the cost of the cart, watermelons, ice, paper cups, gauze, and the like."

"Everyone, go home and get some rest tonight. See you at the entrance of the farmers' market at 5:30 tomorrow morning!"

"Okay!"