When Chen Jidong and Wang Ruoqiu were reminiscing about the past in the village, they unknowingly came to the foot of the mountain contracted by Qiao Zhixia.
The two saw the yellow fruit trees on the mountain from a distance and wanted to go up the mountain to take a look, but were stopped by Qiao Zhixia's uncle.
When the uncle saw that it was Chen Jidong, his face immediately turned unhappy: "This mountain has been contracted by our Zhizhi now, and idle people cannot go up. Boss Chen, you should take your new daughter-in-law to visit somewhere else!"
They were both shocked when they heard this. Qiao Zhixia actually contracted a mountain?
Where did she get so much money?
Wang Ruoqiu was jealous in her heart and unwilling in her mouth. She didn't know that the man in front of her was Qiao Zhixia's uncle. She muttered in a coquettish voice:
"It's just a fruit-growing mountain, can't you let us go up and take a look? We don't like all kinds of fruits. Uncle, have you heard of Jingyang fruit? It is the aristocrat among fruits. We all eat Jingyang fruit now."
My uncle's face darkened, and he looked at them as if they were idiots. "Then you must not go up there. Leave now! Otherwise I will release the dogs."
Wang Ruoqiu looked at the big wolf dog tied with an iron chain and huddled behind Chen Jidong, but he was still unwilling to accept it.
"Why? On what basis? She leased the mountain, not bought it. The mountain still belongs to the country!"
"Because what is grown here is Jingyang fruit. Now that you have tasted it, you should know the value of Jingyang fruit..."
Chen Jidong and Wang Ruoqiu said in unison: "What? You said that the fruit grown here is Jingyang fruit?"
Chen Jidong finally reacted slowly from seeing Uncle Qiao Zhixia's gloomy expression.
Jingyang fruits, Jingyang vegetables, Jingyang Village...it turns out that this is how Jingyang fruits and vegetables got their names.
Wang Ruoqiu was devastated: "So... the Jingyang vegetables and Jingyang fruits I bought recently were all from Qiao Zhixia?"
My uncle glanced up and smiled coldly: "Thank you for taking care of us. If you want to buy it, you have to go to the store. This place of production is not open to the public."
After hearing this, the two of them didn't know what was going on and almost ran away in disgrace.
Chen Jidong knew how popular Jingyang vegetables were in the market. He was drinking and chatting with a few friends a while ago, and they talked about how much money the boss who sold Jingyang vegetables could make.
If anyone can obtain the exclusive distribution rights for Jingyang vegetables in Rong'an County, he will definitely make a lot of money.
How could he have imagined that this person was actually Qiao Zhixia?
"Is she really the boss of Jingyang Fruits and Vegetables? She should be just a handyman, right?" Wang Ruoqiu took Chen Jidong's arm, trying to convince herself.
Chen Jidong was a little skeptical. After all, he knew Qiao Zhixia's financial situation very well. If she set up a stall and did some small business, it would be no problem for her, but she couldn't do it by spending 10,000 or 20,000 yuan to contract a mountain.
Unless there is someone investing behind her.
“She can’t be the boss.”
"I knew it." Wang Ruoqiu finally felt balanced. How could Qiao Zhixia create such a big family business?
She is just a poor and uneducated country girl, and no one will be able to surpass her in his life.
By the time she helps Chen Jidong sell the large batch of spring clothes in the store, they will still be the richest people in the village...
During the period before the Chinese New Year, Qiao Zhixia's fruit gift boxes were very popular in various counties and cities.
In addition to the brand effect of the two words "Jingyang", the exquisite and interesting packaging also played a role.
Before looking for a packaging factory to print the pattern, Qiao Zhixia brought Qiao Chudong, Xu Xiaolan and the other three women to study and discuss it all night.
They drew a variety of compositions with Chinese New Year greetings as the theme, with cute little mice paired with auspicious New Year greetings.
The packaging adds novel and interesting festive elements on the basis of tradition, which is very eye-catching.
Not surprisingly, once this kind of packaging came out, many people couldn't resist it, and the sales of gift boxes soared.
Because of the popularity of the business, Qiao Zhixia had been helping out in the store until the afternoon of New Year's Eve, when she took her sister Xu Xiaolan home to celebrate the New Year.
Before the Chinese New Year, Qiao Chudong showed Qiao Zhixia the organized account books, bank account statements, and existing funds.
Although Qiao Chudong is not a professional accountant, the accounts she makes are clear and every income and expenditure is clear.
"Although we didn't make any money, the various expenses were not small. The company's account now has a total balance of about 100,000 yuan."
In this era, it was common for a household with a fortune of 10,000 yuan to be found in small places, and her assets of 100,000 yuan were among the best in the city.
"You don't think that 100,000 is a lot of money, do you?"
Xu Xiaolan's words broke Qiao Zhixia's little satisfaction.
"Isn't over 100,000 not a lot?" Li Aizhen came in with Yaya. Normally, she would not even dare to think about the number of over 100,000.
Xu Xiaolan smiled faintly: "A net income of 100,000 in more than three months is naturally an unimaginable number for the middle and lower poor farmers, but it is not worth mentioning for a successful businessman. Do you know how much money those capitalists at the top of the pyramid make?"
"How much?" Li Aizhen asked without hesitation.
"Let me put it this way! A friend I once knew ran an electrical appliance factory, and sometimes they made a profit of $300,000 per ton."
"My God, they can earn 300,000 yuan a day, can they spend it all?" Li Aizhen was stunned.
Qiao Zhixia was not too surprised, because she knew very well that although most people in this era seemed to be poor, it did not mean that there were no truly rich people.
It's that the top rich people are always in the clouds, which ordinary people can't even reach. Those who can reach it are ordinary people who are similar to themselves.
The money she has now is indeed a huge fortune for ordinary people, but it is far from enough for her subsequent investment.
"There's no end to money, come and eat first!" Qiao Xinguo put the dishes in place, stuck his head in and shouted.
"Let's go eat."
"It's time to eat~" Yaya's soft and baby voice attracted Xu Xiaolan's attention.
"Will you let me hug her?"
As soon as Qiao Zhixia picked up Yaya, Xu Xiaolan stretched out her hand to her, with a hint of moisture in her expectant eyes.
Qiao Zhixia was slightly startled, looked at Yaya and asked, "Can Aunt Xu hug you?"
Yaya nodded obediently and stretched out her arms towards Xu Xiaolan.
Xu Xiaolan was so excited that she quickly took her over.
"What's your name?" Her tone was softer than ever before, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear it trembling slightly.
“Ya Ya.”
"Yaya, you are so beautiful..."
Qiao Zhixia watched Xu Xiaolan's cautious, gentle and doting attitude towards Yaya. She looked like a mother with overflowing maternal love, coaxing her child.
Did she...have a child?
"Dong'er, take Yaya over quickly. Xiaolan is a guest, how can we let her eat with the child in her arms?"
As soon as Li Aizhen finished speaking, Qiao Chudong came to take over 깊 Yaya.
Xu Xiaolan was reluctant, but still gave it back to her.
Qiao Zhixia saw a tear falling from the corner of her eye and fell into deep thought...