Rebirth of the Burning Era

A light meal cost 132 yuan. When the bill was settled, the little girl's eyes narrowed with smiles.

At the Aping Hotel, this was probably a rare 'luxury meal', mainly the bottle of Shahe King, and a bottle of wine cost more than 30 yuan.

In the entire hotel inventory, this bottle of wine is barely considered high-end. It has been on the counter for almost half a year and no one buys it. The workers who come here are all workers who earn 100 yuan a month, and usually order five yuan for braised pork. It's a luxury, and all the wine is loose wine, who is willing to spend more than thirty on this?

It was finally sold.

Liang Yifei's angle of thinking about the problem is different from that of the younger sister. From this meal, he suddenly thought of a new way to make money.

Now that the economic conditions have improved, there are more and more rich people, and various entertainment and communication are also essential. The profits of catering and entertainment will be very amazing in the next ten years.

Not only can you make money, but you can also make contacts.

But that's another story. Doing things one by one, greedy and chewing, the investment in high-end entertainment and catering can often be hundreds of thousands, and the club can not only do it with money in the early stage.

He sent Bai Jianguo and Liu Min to the guest house. On the way back, Liang Yifei counted 500 yuan from a cowhide envelope and wanted to give it to Zhou Wanxin.

Zhou Wanxin's face sank: "Don't be stupid, kid!"

Liang Yifei hurriedly flicked out of his arm's attack range, and when he reached a safe distance, he smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou, I'm a businessman. Please introduce me to you. This is a commission for you. Thank you for the fee.

"That's why I said you're a fool!"

Zhou Wanxin said sternly: "I don't care about others, I can't take this money. Don't forget, I am a cadre, and I will reward you with 30,000 yuan, which is for the factory. I dare to say that I will take it in private. Your money, for whatever reason, goes nowhere."

Liang Yifei thought for a while, Lao Zhou's consideration was indeed reasonable, so he smiled: "That's it, my dad invites you to drink alone another day."

"That's fine!" Lao Zhou smiled.

It doesn't hurt whether Zhou Wanxin wants an "intermediary fee", but Liang Yifei's mind is full of ideas for a plastic cup factory.

It's good to come up with an idea for this 'side business'. Just when I was worried that no one would have money to run a school, the money was sent to my door voluntarily.

The opportunity is rare and very important, even more important than the previous cannery!

The cannery is the first time, if it fails, it's a big deal to start all over again, without losing anything;

The case of the plastic cup factory is a linking process.

If you do it beautifully, you can prove that you are not because of a little bit of cleverness, but because you really have a sharp business acumen and strong planning ability, and you can further consolidate your title of "idea king", or at least move towards the idea king;

On the contrary, if you only come up with an idea that doesn't hurt or itches, even if you make some money, it will have a very bad negative impact.

When you come up with ideas, you rely on word-of-mouth. If you do it once or twice, the word-of-mouth is gone, and golden ideas become silver ideas and bronze ideas, which are worthless.

This is also the reason why we can't take ideas as the main business. The market, policies, and complexity are too complicated, and no one can guarantee that they will always be right and succeed every time.

Liang Yifei has a habit of talking nonsense when it comes to trivial matters, never procrastinating when it comes to serious matters. When he gets home, he takes out a pen and paper and writes and draws.

But I really thought about a few ideas. If we look at it from the commercial perspective of later generations, it can be regarded as quite satisfactory. If the level is above the average level, I really do it according to his method. I dare not say that the flowers will bloom and become rich. , the stable development is not a problem.

However, I always felt that it was not good enough.

You are not doing your own business, you do not need to develop steadily;

Selling ideas must have gimmicks, catch the eye, and see obvious results in a short period of time!

This is more difficult. Seeing that the head of the pencil has been bitten into pieces of wood, I still have no clue.

After eleven o'clock, Liang Yicheng came back with a lunch box in his hand.

"I haven't slept yet, just in time, I brought you wontons to eat while hot." Liang Yicheng put the lunch box on the table, loosened his tie, and said, "Did you take someone to eat at Aunt Ping's tonight?"

"It's a new business again. If you invite people to dinner, they must be taking care of Aunt Ping's restaurant."

"Good thing! What is this time?"

Liang Yifei shook the plastic cup that Bai Jianguo left behind, "A cup factory. Before the idea came out, I gave you 1,000 yuan. Dad, take it to your home."

Said, put the cowhide envelope on the big round table, and started eating wontons.

"You can't use it at home, you can keep it yourself!" Liang Yicheng leaned over to look at the pile of papers on the table and asked, "Don't have a clue yet?"

"It's not particularly good for now." Liang Yifei also wanted to change his mind, so he asked, "Dad, is the dance hall fun?"

"Hey, don't mention it, I didn't go to the dance hall." Liang Yicheng waved his hand, looking a little embarrassed, folded his tie neatly, and said, "Aunt Ping has cost you money again."

It turned out that Aunt Ping saw that he was wearing a suit and a tie that could strangle people to death. How could he dance, so she led Liang Yicheng to a dance hall in the city to drink tea and chat.

The grade of the dance hall is different from that of the open-air dance hall. In the open-air dance hall, a ticket of one yuan and two yuan, and two bottles of soda, three or five yuan is enough.

In the dance hall, a random bottle of Jianlibao is sold for two or five yuan outside, but it costs four or five yuan inside. If you go inside, let’s say less than twenty or thirty dollars. Those self-employed people can spend thousands of dollars a night when they go to play.

Aunt and Aunt Ping spent 38 yuan, Liang Yicheng brought 20, and Aunt Ping paid for it.

"By the way~www.novelmt.com~ Your aunt Ping brought you this."

Liang Yicheng took out a small box from his pocket, which was well packaged, and contained an electronic watch with black tape.

In the past few years, after the domestic electronic component industry has gradually grown up, electronic watches are the least valuable things, far from being compared with mechanical watches;

But it is different now. Electronic products are the most fashionable, not to say that they are particularly expensive, but they are not easy to buy. Many of them are smuggled in from abroad or on the water of the Xiangjiang River.

"This line, I just keep watching the time." Liang Yifei wore a watch like that, suitable for a person his age, and asked casually, "Why did Aunt Ping think of giving me a digital watch?"

"She is a friend who just came back from a trip to Xiangjiang. She seems to be working as a manager in that ballroom and brought her a bunch of gifts. She said that you can use this watch, so let me bring it to you."

Liang Yicheng took off his undershirt and washed it in the basin. He was shirtless and half-jokingly said, "Every time she subsidizes our family. If this goes on, your dad and I will also think about going to sea to make more money."

Liang Yifei held this watch and suddenly turned his head like an electric shock, "Dad, what did you say?!"

Liang Yicheng twisted his undershirt with both hands to get moisture, turned his head and said, "What's the matter, your dad and I can't go to sea?"

"No, the previous sentence."

"With a watch?"

"Go ahead!"

Without waiting for Liang Yicheng to speak, Liang Yifei slapped his thigh, "Travel! Alas, tell me to go, why didn't I think of it, it's just a tour!"

Liang Yicheng was confused, wiped his hands, and came over to touch Liang Yifei's forehead to see if he had a fever.

"Dad, I'm fine! You don't have to go to sea, just a few words from you will cost tens of thousands of dollars!"