Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 855 Divine Book
Sichuan and Chongqing.

Qin Tieming took what he had eaten - a stick and two rolls of hemp rope. He panted slightly and returned to the farmer's market. When he passed by the iron newsstand outside the market, he waved hello.

"Old Yao, is there any good news today?"

This is Qin Tieming's petty trick. Old Yao at the newsstand knows what his interests are. If he can tell you what kind of newspaper it is, he will buy one.

Otherwise, you can save five cents.

"It's true!" Old Yao pinched Yahuazi and smiled.

Don't underestimate this Bangbang. Old Yao, who has watched "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", thinks he has a groove in his chest. Other Bangbangs work as coolies, and the money they earn is often given to the tavern that sells butchered vegetables.

This kid is different, he is extremely stingy, and he is also stingy about himself.

However, he would buy a few books every month for three to five yuan a book, and he never felt bad.

When he reads books, he doesn't read martial arts novels and strange legends that are popular among young people. He reads classics, especially biographies of famous people.

"This...I said you are being petty again." Old Yao rolled his eyes, "I have told you, will you still buy it?"

[Actually, you and I all have the potential to become entrepreneurs].

"What's the point?"

In the process of striving towards this goal, he accidentally discovered another wealth code-eggs.

His expression was hesitant, and he was very doubtful about the reliability of the newsstand magazines. He was afraid that he was trying to sell sheep over others. Five yuan was not small money, and he sometimes couldn't make it in a week.

Yes, after being discovered, Qin Tieming smiled.

"It's expensive...it must be expensive for a reason." Lao Yao said.

As for how Lao Yao knew, it was because this kid would carry a book with him. When he couldn't get a job, he would often sit on the curb outside the newsstand and read with gusto.

This one seems a little different.

Qin Tieming slapped his thigh suddenly and muttered to himself. Old Yao in the tin newsstand looked over. Fortunately, he knew him, otherwise he would have thought he was a lunatic.

[Let’s get into the “secrets” of this group of entrepreneurs].

Qin Tieming was shocked. The foreign masterpiece he queued up to buy at Xinhua Bookstore last week only cost five yuan.

Snapped!
"Yeah, it's such a simple truth, why didn't we think of it."

Swish!
Qin Tieming took the book in Lao Yao's hand and stuffed it into his armpit, then opened the waistband of his blue cloth trousers and squeezed out a roll of woolen bills from the self-sewn inner pocket.

"Oh?" Qin Tieming walked over.

Sold the only valuable old scalper in the family, built a chicken pen, and raised chickens.

These advertising words seem to exude magic, tempting people like Qin Tieming who are uneasy with the status quo. They can't wait to open them and read them to find out the secrets——

"An egg can be sold for five cents, and an old hen can lay two hundred to two hundred and fifty eggs every year. It's not a small sum of money, hundreds of dollars!"

"Entrepreneur"?
new goods?

Crisp and neat.

Find out if he can replicate such success.

"What do you think of this book? Although it is not about famous people, it is about the deeds of 'living' people."

pay.

It's a pity that this kind of book is not available in newsstands, so he can't make the money he has.

[What exactly did they create that changed their lives].

Find out why ten farmers, twenty educated youths and unemployed people who returned to the city became wealthy.

He had never been interested in magazines, which contained "purely fictitious" stories.

The protagonist is called Hu Jiefang, who lives in the Miyun Mountain area of ​​the capital. He is thirty-six in age, older and younger. His wife also suffers from severe rheumatism. Two years ago, he was overwhelmed by life and made a decision. A bold decision——

[The entrepreneurial experiences of twenty educated youths and unemployed vagrants who returned to the city, and were never welcomed or envied by others].

Old Yao showed a harmless smile: "Five yuan."

"To tell you the truth, I haven't finished reading it yet. The new magazine just arrived this morning. I can only tell you this. The things written in it are all real things. They don't use pseudonyms, like the farmer in the first article. , even his approximate address, 80% of which can be found in the past.”

Qin Tieming looked intently, and his eyes brightened when he saw several lines of eye-catching characters on the colorful leather cover:
[The poverty alleviation stories of ten farmers, from living with bare walls to building red brick buildings].

At first, Hu Jiefang was thinking about raising chickens, hatching chicks, and making money by selling more chickens.

Qin Tieming laughed at himself, glanced at the farmer's market, hesitated, and didn't rush to find business. He sat down on the curb next to him and opened the magazine he just bought.

Article 1: Others raise chickens for meat, but I make money by selling eggs.

"I'm going to drink the northwest wind next."

"So expensive?!"

"Old Yao, can you..."

"how much is it?"

Lao Yao joked: "I finally made as much money as your kid."

Qin Tieming was surprised that Lao Yao picked up not a newspaper, but a magazine.

"How much does a pound of chicken cost? One dollar and two cents. A five-pound old hen can be sold for less than ten dollars."

"That's a tenfold profit difference!"

"A chicken can earn a hundred dollars a year in gross profit from laying eggs, so what if we raise a hundred chickens... hiss!"

"What about a thousand?"

Qin Tieming's eyes widened, and his eyes were filled with light.

As long as he had a capital or got chicken seedlings, he even thought that if he found a piece of mountain land to raise chickens, the feed would be easy to solve - insects climbing up the mountain, kudzu root in the soil, growing some coarse grain vegetables...

"You can do this, and I can do it too." Qin Tieming murmured to himself.

You know, eggs are an extremely popular commodity these days, so there is no need to worry about selling them.

To a certain extent, it is even hard currency, which can be exchanged directly for things at the supply and marketing cooperative.

A door to wealth slowly opens in front of Qin Tieming. It is so realistic and comes from living examples around him. If you take a look at it, you will know that it is really going to happen.

And this is just the first article of this sixty-four-page magazine...

……

……

call!call!
A figure rushed into a billiards room on the street. Several young men of the same age wearing bell bottoms were pulled out from inside.

"Brothers, you must read this magazine."

"Damn Xiaohai, what are you doing? We haven't finished paying yet."

"Is it more important to have fun or to do business?" Xiao Hai asked, "Didn't I say every day that I would do something to make money? Now money is coming to my door!"

After hearing what he said, several people lost their temper and looked down at the magazine in his hand.

“‘Entrepreneur’?”

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk about getting rich."

"Wucao? Does anyone still talk about this stuff?"

A few people got interested and squatted beside the curb, reading around a magazine.

"Read this article first. I have some ideas. We can also make money in this way." Xiaohai turned the book to a certain page.

Chapter 15: A small paper red flag not only gained me respect, but also changed my life and that of my whole family.

The protagonist is Lu Daming, an educated youth who returned to the city in 1981. After returning to Beijing, because his eldest brother got married, there was not even a room available for him at home, so he could only sleep on a bed in the living room.

He spent two whole years doing nothing. In his own words: "He even looked down upon the dogs in the alley."

By chance, he wandered around Tiananmen Square and found that many tourists deliberately took photos with the five-star red flag in the background. He looked up at the red flag fluttering in the sky above the square and was stunned for half an hour.

"It was really an idea." He said in the article.

After returning home, he began to study how to make small red flags. It was not complicated. Soon he used colored paper and bamboo sticks to make palm-sized small red flags and sold them in Tiananmen Square.

Causing mad looting.

"Each of us has a patriotism. Those tourists who come from other places are not shy about holding a small red flag when visiting Tiananmen Square. In this way, the small red flag in their hands echoes the big red flag in the sky, as if to establish a A kind of connection makes people's hearts and blood boil," Lu Daming said in an interview.

Lu Daming has a stable income by selling small red flags.

Now, he has grown this small business and set up his own handicraft workshop. There is an endless stream of people coming to him to buy goods every day. His little red flags are not only sold in Tiananmen Square, but also sold in almost all scenic spots in Beijing.

He moved to a new home.

It is a bright courtyard.

He had a wing to himself, and his family had arranged all the wedding arrangements for him, but due to his busy work schedule, he had not yet found a suitable partner.

Matchmakers introduced him to dozens of different girls every year.

"Suck it!"

Including Xiao Hai, who had already read it once, after reading the article word for word, they all swallowed their saliva.

It is not difficult to analyze that the protagonist Lu Daming is as old as them.

However, he wants money and women, and dozens of them line up every year waiting for him to choose. Look at them...

Wrong!

Xiaohai said: "Don't you think we can do this here?"

Several young men's eyes lit up at the same time.

That bird food!
This is Jinling.

"You can also do it in different ways." Xiaohai said, "I don't know why, but after reading this article, my mind seemed to come alive. It's very easy to use.

"Lu Daming is the little red flag, can we be the little chrysanthemum?
"The paper-cut kind. I remember there is a paper-cutting master in the Children's Cultural Palace. We just need to visit and learn this craft and sell it at the memorial hall..."

"Gotta make money!" someone said excitedly.

"Do you want to do it or not?" Xiaohai glanced at them.

"Let's go! What a waste of waiting."

Several young men rushed towards the Municipal Youth Cultural Palace.

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That night.

Haidian, Niangniangmiao Hutong, Li Zhai.

Li Jiankun found that Li Guifei had been absent-minded since he came back today. When he was eating dinner just now, he failed to pick up the vegetables several times. He put the empty chopsticks into his mouth and continued to chew.

He was afraid that this guy didn't hold it in well.

After dinner, when he saw Li Guifei going back to his room, he followed him quietly.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open a crack, and Li Jiankun looked through the crack.

Li Guifei was sitting at the five-drawer table by the window, bending his head at the desk and looking at something so engrossed that he didn't notice it at all.

He walked until Li Guifei was behind him, but the guy didn't respond.

Li Jiankun looked down, and when he saw clearly the reading material Li Guifei was holding, his expression became extremely strange.

"Yeah! What are you doing?"

Li Guifei finally found him, trembled with fright, and glared at him.

Li Jiankun smiled coquettishly: "It depends on what book you are reading so seriously."

"God Book!"

Li Guifei raised his hand to cover the book and hummed: "Don't think that you are the only one who is good at business. When I study this sacred book for a while, you will be nothing."

Li Jiankun touched the tip of his nose: "Oh."

"Don't believe it? Just wait and see."

Li Guifei stood up and pushed him out of the room, then returned to his original seat and sat down, stroking the book paper with his fingers as if it were the skin of a peerless beauty, and said with infinite emotion:

"After reading this magical book, I suddenly became enlightened. I just felt that my eyes were all about business. From now on, I couldn't make money easily."

"This person named Zhou Lan can create such a magazine. I don't know how many times better than that kid Jiankun."

(End of this chapter)