Chapter 77 Taking the First Order

It takes 40 minutes to get home from the city. With a tricycle, the time spent on the road can be halved. During this time, Zhong Qiao was already hungry, so he found a pancake shop and bought two meat patties to fill his stomach.

Mr. Zhong was driving in front.

The tricycle was borrowed from Mrs. Qian's family. It was said that it was used to decorate her son's wedding. It has been there for some time.

Zhong Qiao was eating a sesame cake while enjoying the cool breeze on the tricycle.

The freshly baked pancakes are hotter than fire, but they are really crispy. When you put them in your mouth, you can hear the sound of the skin cracking when it touches your teeth.

It smells so good.

Zhong Qiao held the purse in his hand and felt that the future was bright.

It is now 1976, the late 1980s, and you have to use coupons to buy rice, flour, grain and oil. By 1983, some areas no longer strictly controlled the "tickets", and the business opportunities hidden therein began to emerge.

With the changes of the times, the faster the development, the greater the chance of making a fortune.

Zhong Qiao knew this very well, so he planned to save money first and then divide the family. If he could seize a good opportunity, the Zhong family would be able to rise in this era.

As long as people have money, they will have a say and the ability to solve many things that they are powerless to do.

With their first pot of gold, the two returned to the compound.

Mrs. Zhong was waiting at the door for an unknown period of time. When she heard the sound of a tricycle from a distance, she went out to greet them.

"You're back." Mother Zhong helped Zhong Qiao out of the car and asked, "How's it going? Is business okay today?"

Zhong Qiao smiled and said nothing.

Mother Zhong glanced at the black cloth on the tricycle and thought it hadn't been sold. She couldn't help but comfort him softly, "It's okay. This is the first time. It's normal that no one wants to buy it. Let's take it slow."

At this moment, Zhong Qiao put down the purse hidden in his sleeve and hung it in front of Zhong's mother. It swayed and looked heavy.

"Mom, what do you think this is?"

Mother Zhong was startled, took it and opened it.

There were several coins and a hundred-dollar bill in it. A rough calculation showed that there were about two hundred yuan.

You have to know that Zhong Qiao was a third-level worker in the factory and his monthly salary was only that much. But Zhong Qiao and his team actually earned a month's salary on the day they opened the business.

"Is this all the money your father earned from selling his things?" Mother Zhong was dumbfounded.

Zhong Qiao nodded: "Of course."

Mother Zhong was even more surprised.

The skills Mr. Zhong learned as a teenager were just some simple home decoration and weaving, but he could still make so much money? Add to that the money sent from Hong Kong every month, and their family can live quite comfortably.

"These were all Qiao Qiao's ideas," Zhong's father praised sincerely. "If it weren't for her brilliant idea, with my craftsmanship, I wouldn't be able to make this much money even if I sold bamboo baskets until I died."

Zhong's mother was very curious: "Qiao Qiao, you majored in liberal arts in college and didn't seem to have studied design. How did you know all this?"

Zhong Qiao was stunned.

In her previous life, she majored in liberal arts and also took psychology. As for those designs, they were naturally not thought up by her brain, but borrowed from designs in the 1990s. The technique of weaving bamboo baskets was also a modern and improved version.

Naturally, she couldn't admit it, so she just made up a story.

"Oh, this is something I dreamed about. I thought it was fun so I just drew it. Plus, my dad is good at painting, so I thought of combining the two. I didn't expect it to sell so well the first time."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhong looked at each other, obviously not quite believing it, but there was really no way to explain what Zhong Qiao said, so they accepted it half-believingly and didn't mention it again.

With their first pot of gold, they look forward to their future life.

"Mom." Zhong Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Does anyone in our village have wild duck eggs, bacon, or anything like that? I want to buy some and sell them in the city."

After all, Mr. Zhong's handicrafts are daily necessities. It is impossible for him to have repeat customers every day, and he is not always lucky enough to meet rich people like the Ji family who bought him a baby stroller with a wave of their hands.

If you want to keep making money, the most urgent thing is to expand new businesses and attract customers.

Mother Zhong thought about it for a moment and nodded heavily, "Yes, my grandparents have a few good friends in the countryside. They collect wild duck eggs and even make their own bacon, but they only eat it themselves. I don't know if they're willing to sell it to us."

Zhong Qiao was not worried about this. These days, people were short of food and clothing, and everyone was grateful for any money they could earn. They would not be against money.

"Mom, then you can invite grandpa over," Zhong Qiao instructed, "and ask him to introduce a few to us. Then we can bid for them and sell them in the city."

Mrs. Zhong was quick-tempered and efficient. As soon as Zhong Qiao finished saying this, she told the old man and the old woman in the Zhong family the whole cause and effect.

After hearing this, the old lady of the Zhong family frowned and was the first to express her opposition.

"You're already divorced and have a child. Everyone in the compound is laughing at you, and yet you're still getting entangled with those outsiders. If they see you, they'll gossip about you. Can't you just stay home and do your job?"

Zhong Qiao was in a very complicated mood.

In her previous life, the old lady of the Zhong family treated her very well, but in this life, ever since she divorced and brought Wanwan home, she seemed like a different person, always asking her to stay at home and not show up.

Zhong Qiao really couldn't understand why a once kind elder would treat her as a monster just because she got married and had children and made the wrong choice of person.

Could it be that face is more important than family affection?

"What are you saying, old woman? Well, stop talking. It's a good thing that Qiao Qiao wants to make money to supplement the family income. Why are you so harsh on her?"

The old man of the Zhong family was the opposite of her. He nodded in praise, unable to hide his admiration for Zhong Qiao.

"As expected of the daughter of the Zhong family, she knows how to make money. If she were a boy, she would be no less capable than the younger generations of the Ji family."

"Grandpa will discuss this matter with Daniu and the others tomorrow. You can come and talk to them then."

"Thank you, grandpa." Zhong Qiao nodded gratefully.

These days, her grandmother has been treating her coldly, but this seemingly strict grandfather is actually soft-hearted and takes great care of her.

In this era of feudal thinking, everyone values ​​chastity more than life. Zhong Qiao would definitely be despised for living in her parents' home with a child after her divorce.

But grandpa didn't seem to care at all.

"Oh, Qiao Qiao." Mother Zhong suddenly thought of something and interrupted her thoughts. "If you want to buy it, what's the price?"

Zhong Qiao thought about it and said, "We buy wild duck eggs at 90 cents per pound, and then we sell them at 2 yuan per pound. The bacon we buy depends on its quality. The ones that look good are 2 yuan per pound, and the ones that look bad are 1.3 yuan per pound. If we sell them, the prices will be 3.4 yuan and 2.3 yuan respectively."

"Just quote them this price and see if they can accept it."

These days, the average worker's monthly salary is only thirty or forty yuan, and a pound of pheasant eggs can be purchased at a price of 9**** or even 2 yuan. Zhong Qiao can be said to be very conscientious.

"Okay, let's do it this way. I'll tell them later." The old man of the Zhong family nodded thoughtfully.

However, the next second, there was a small noise in the corner of the wall, and the door of the Zhong family was kicked open fiercely. Several figures appeared in front of the door, speaking in sharp and harsh voices.

"I don't agree!"