The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

　　Society of unemployed young men and women began to increase. On the way to school, Yang Dongxu suddenly saw something new. A pair of men, women and women were wearing big flared pants.

This is the mainstream of fashionable clothing in the 1980s. If you carry a tape recorder on your shoulder and put a tape on it to sing a song, jumping forward and twisting something backwards, that is the most vulgar fashionable pioneer, all kinds of envy and jealousy will be thrown around. His eyes are better than driving a BMW in later generations.

　　Of course, there is still an artifact missing. Does Mike Harris know what it is? NBA basketball player? NO, NO, NO, if you say that in this era, you would be too sloppy.

　　Do you know Mike Harris's toad mirror? It’s so handsome to bring this one, an absolute weapon for girls. If you don't wear a toad mirror on the street, you will be embarrassed to talk to other girls.

　　Before rebirth, Yang Dongxu did not participate in this kind of popularization. There is no way to be too poor in the countryside, and when something is popular in the countryside, it is basically not too far away from elimination.

Now Yang Dongxu has a chance to blend it, but he doesn’t want to blend it at all, think about the trousers that are stiff and hard, the bigger the horn, the better the studs, of course, the more pointed men's leather shoes, and Yang Dongxu, who must have the'three section head', shivered.

　　 If someone took a picture as a memorial and left it for later exposure, he must have the heart to jump off the building. So he doesn't intend to blend in these fashions. But some other things can be done.

　　 For example, two traders of clothing, or get a batch of frog mirrors to sell and sell will definitely make money. As for radios and cassettes, they also make money. However, the cost of this stuff is too high, and the channel is not easy to find. It will be easier to blend in after a few years.

　　 The clothing channel and the channel with this toad mirror are also difficult to find, which makes Yang Dongxu a bit of a headache. After all, he does not know any Hong Kong businessmen.

　　 That's right, the popular style in the 1980s came from Hong Kong. Yang Dongxu didn't know where the popular Hong Kong style was. Therefore, Hong Kong businessmen who want to sell these things must find it. Of course, if you can find a clothing factory, or an eyewear factory, it is not bad to copy something. This stuff has no technical content.

　　 While walking, thinking of these messy things, Yang Dongxu quickly arrived home. Going home to see Zhou Ya no longer, leaving a note to go to the temple, Yang Dongxu scratched his head a little bit and did not know what happened and walked towards the temple.

　　 "What's the matter?" It was strange to see Zhou Ya and Old Man Xuan sitting in the courtyard in a daze.

　　Zhou Ya didn't speak. He took out a large iron box next to it and didn't know what to hold, and opened all kinds of banknotes. Of course, the maximum face value is 10 yuan, because there is not one hundred and fifty.

　　 lost money? It doesn’t look like it. Although I haven’t counted it carefully, it’s worth two or three hundred to clean the ten pieces. It’s more than a week. It’s more accurate to buy meat and flour for ten days. Less than two hundred, and there is a lot of flour left in the kitchen.

　　 So Yang Dongxu looked at Zhou Ya puzzled. In the past ten days or so, Zhou Ya is no longer as timid as he was when he first came. His body and bones began to develop again with adequate nutritional supply. His eyebrows finally opened a bit, and there was a beautiful trend that was necessary.

　　 "There are more than 500 yuan in it." Zhou Ya whispered. Although there were no other outsiders in the yard, she was still afraid of being heard by others.

　　 "I went to make so much money." Yang Dongxu excitedly talked about the popular mantra in later generations. He threw the schoolbag to the side but counted the money.

　　 "Is it okay to do this?" Old Man Xuan was a little uneasy.

　　 He knows that selling buns can make money, and the required capital and selling price can be calculated to know the approximate profit. But he did not expect to make so much money. When Zhou Ya moved the big iron box out, he was also taken aback.

　　 "What can happen? Let's not make money without stealing. We can't say anything when Tian Laozi comes." Yang Dongxu pouted.

"But..." Old Man Xuan is still worried. The money they make in ten days is almost worth the money that a skilled worker makes in a year. If it is one month, three months, or even a year, Old Man Xuan Swallowed: "Should we lower the price of the buns?"

　　 "The price is too high to sell every day?" Yang Dongxu froze for a moment.

"It's all sold out, there is no one left, and many people can't buy it." Zhou Ya said with some excitement. Every day she watched the bags she tried to pack and was robbed to buy them, which made her get a great deal. Satisfied, even counted money is not so excited.

　　 "Then why the price is reduced, and my head is sick? If it weren't for your two 10-steamer buns a little too busy, I would like to expand production." Yang Dongxu counted the money in his hand.

　　 "Want to sell more, are you afraid of something going wrong?" Old Xuan man was startled.

　　 "What can happen, the people in the wool mill will not let you stand at their door?" Yang Dongxu's eyes finally moved away from the money.

　　 "That's not there." The old man Xuan shook his head.

"Yes, just a few days after the sale, I came to the director of that factory, so that we wouldn't let us set up a stall. Later, Grandpa Xuan didn't know what to say. He would give him 10 big buns every day, and he didn't come again. But he never pays." Zhou Ya was very upset with a small mouth. Someone took the bun without giving money, if Grandpa Xuan stopped her, she would go up and scratch his face.

　　 However, the seniority of a few people is also messy enough. Zhou Yiren is Yang Dongxu's dry grandfather, Zhou Ya is his dry grandfather's daughter, but Yang Dongxu is only willing to call on Zhou Ya's sister, never mentioning her aunt.

　　 Old Man Xuan and Zhou Yiren can be said to be peers because of Yang Dongxu's relationship, but when Zhou Ya called Zhou Yiren's father, he just called Old Man Xuan.

　　 This made Zhou Yiren a headache. In the end, Old Man Xuan made a final decision. Although Zhou Yiren was unwilling to compare his seniority with Old Man Xuan, he was one level shorter, but after all, where was the old man's age? He also had to default.

　　 "Silly girl, if you don't give people a little benefit, why do you set up a stall at the door of someone else's factory? Where can you make so much money without a stall?" Xuan Old Man rubbed Zhou Ya's head and Zhou Ya shunned.

　　Seeing this scene, Yang Dongxu felt that his heart had been cut again. Whether it was Zhou Yiren or Old Man Xuan, he seemed to be in love with Zhou Ya. Even Zhou Yiren, after all, Zhou Ya is his daughter-in-law. But what kind of ghost is the old man Xuan?

　　Think again when you were in your hometown, although the countryside also has the idea of ​​favoring men and women, but the number of times your childhood elder sister and sister were beaten together was not as good as one-tenth of your own, Yang Dongxu was even more stumped.

　　Do you regenerate in the wrong era? This era is not about patriarchs, but patriarchs? Otherwise, his parents, his grandfather and the old man in front of him, why would he always beat himself up?

　　 "Then 10 is too much, 8 is wrong, and 5 is enough. If he is the only one, just give one, it's a lot of money." Zhou Ya broke his finger and counted.

　　Every time the fat director came to get the buns, it was like pulling her meat again. If the gaze could kill someone, the director would have turned into meat sauce, and the buns would be too soft.

　　 Although Zhou Ya lived in the countryside since childhood, she is not a rigid person. I naturally know what the reason for the buns is, but as she said, giving too much is distressing.

　　 Old man Xuan spoiled Zhou Ya and turned his head to Yang Dongxu: "How do you like this girl wanting to sell porridge?"

　　 "Why do you think of selling porridge?" Yang Dongxu did not answer the old man's question, but looked at Zhou Ya.

　　 "Selling porridge can make more money, and the people selling buns also complained about why we don't sell a few thin, dry buns will be thirsty." Zhou Ya whispered.

　　 "It seems that not everyone brings water to drink, and selling porridge should also make money." Yang Dongxu rubbed his chin, then shook his head: "Just sell the buns, don't sell porridge."

　　 "Why?" Zhou Ya's eyes lit up when she heard that she could make money, but she couldn't understand it if she didn't sell porridge.

　　 "It's impossible for us to make all the money, and others will understand it with jealousy? Rest assured that those who eat steamed buns in a few days will not complain." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

　　 "Why?" Zhou Ya still didn't understand.

"Because no one is stupid, if I haven't guessed wrong, someone should have started secretly observing these days, and even started to be emotional. So they will certainly follow suit when our business is so good. The cost of selling buns is a bit big. , The cost of porridge is not huge~www.ltnovel.com~ It doesn't matter if you just boil a pot, even if you can't sell it."

　　 "They eat our buns and are thirsty. Why should they drink other people's porridge?" Zhou Ya was a little bit dissatisfied, but she didn't understand the truth. She just thought of the money she could make, but she wanted others to earn it.

"Okay, don't be angry, you will be angry when you are angry. It may not be long before someone else sells buns." Yang Dongxu explained Zhou Ya as if comforting her little sister. At this moment, it seems that he is the big brother, Zhou. Ya is a little sister who knows nothing.

　　 "How do you do that?" Zhou Ya, who heard that someone would grab their buns, was completely anxious.

　　 "Why not? You can buy steamed buns, why don't you let others sell them? Maybe someone's dining car will be exactly the same as ours. Rest assured that we will not make less money.

　　When someone starts selling buns like us, the old man will upgrade the bun formula, and our buns will be better than theirs. We must have sold better than them.

　　When their taste is getting better and better, let's improve it again. If they can't upgrade and start selling at a reduced price, then we won't push the food truck and find a good place to open a store.

　　 Then recruit a few more workers so that more buns can be made. Purchasing flour and pork in large quantities can also suppress the price, so that the price of the buns has come down, but our cost has also come down, plus the more we sell, we can make a lot of money. "When looking at Zhou Ya's anxious eyes, Yang Dongxu had no choice but to crush the truth behind and tell her.

　　 "If you're stained with hair, it's better than monkeys." The old man Xuan sitting next to him snorted.

　　Yang Dongxu immediately showed three black lines on his forehead. This is called smart, smart, do you know? Long-term vision knows not...