Chu Yu felt it was fate that she met her, so she gave her a few pointers.
"Finding a job on your own is definitely not easy, but being self-employed is not difficult at all. These days, you can make money doing anything. You can resell goods, open a restaurant, or open a shop anywhere. If you really don't have any capital, you can set up a street stall."
"Set up a street stall?" Zhang Ying was clearly intrigued. "Could that work?"
"Why not? Back in my hometown, I could earn several hundred yuan a month by setting up a street stall. After a few months, I saved up enough capital to open a shop and start my own business. I've built my business step by step to where I am today."
Zhang Ying's eyes widened in surprise; she had no idea that Chu Yu had such a past.
"What can my man do?"
Chu Yu then said, "Recently, sunglasses and bell-bottoms have been making a lot of money. Young people in Beijing have money, so selling these shouldn't be bad."
Zhang Ying was quite excited, and immediately sent a fax home to tell her husband about it.
Her husband was obedient; as soon as he got home, he faxed her back, saying that he would send Xiaohua back to his hometown and then go to buy bell-bottoms to sell.
If they are willing to listen, they have nothing to fear about not making money.
In 1985, there were many ways to make money; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every road led to wealth.
After a few months of running a street stall, you can save up some money to open a shop and maybe even become rich someday.
In this world, some people earn money through hard work, some through their parents' support, some through their dreams, and some through illegal means.
In order to make money, Zhou Jian'an embarked on a completely different path from the past.
In the past, he lived frugally, scrimping and saving, doing his best for a meager 30 yuan salary, fearing that he would be reprimanded by his superiors and lose his job if he didn't do a good job.
After being deceived by Dai Qinxue, Zhou Jian'an realized that not everyone in this world needs to work, and there are always some people who can live well without doing anything.
What can you do with a salary of just over 30 yuan? You can only earn three or four hundred yuan a year after working hard, but he can get that money in less than ten minutes just by opening his mouth.
The first month had passed, and Zhou Jian'an specially gave the interest money to his old colleagues three days in advance.
Old Zhao exclaimed in surprise, "The due date hasn't arrived yet, why are you paying in advance?"
“Hey, my business is doing well, I don’t need this little bit of money at all. The guild leader said that no one can join for less than 10,000 yuan. They only reluctantly accepted your money because you are my colleagues. Now, our guild is full, and new members are waiting to join with their money in hand, but our guild is already full, so where are we going to find a spot for them? With the deadline approaching, the guild leader told me to return your ‘small change’.”
Once he got the money, Old Zhao knew it was profitable. Hearing how popular the meeting was, with people lining up to join, Old Zhao got anxious and immediately patted his chest, saying:
“It’s just ten thousand, I have the money! Jian’an, you have to tell the leader not to give my spot to someone else.”
Zhou Jian'an hesitated, "Old Zhao, can you really come up with ten thousand?"
"Of course it's true! I have a house for sale. If I sell it at a low price, I'll have the money to make up for it."
Zhou Jian'an thought this was going a bit too far. "If you sell the house at a low price, aren't you losing money?"
"What's there to lose? I'll earn 30% in just two months if I keep the money with you. That's a much better return than the bank. I'm not stupid! What's a house worth anyway? It's the least valuable thing. I'll sell the house and give all the money to the chairman. I'll have money every month. I'll rely on you and the chairman to support me in my old age!" Old Zhao was quite happy.
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