Siheyuan: Rebirth of a comfortable life starts with Shazhu

"What a profitable business!"

You can take a scooter from the toy factory, add five or ten yuan, and sell it to any stall you go to.

If you encounter tourists from other places, you can easily sell them even if you add 20 or 30 yuan.

"Do you think those guys in the Yan family wouldn't be tempted by such a lucrative business?" Xu Damao said with a smug grin.

Jiu'er knew that Xu Damao had made a lot of money from this business recently.

They even used this money to subsidize Song Jiefang quite a bit.

Jiu'er found out that the motorcycle Song Jiefang rode was bought by Xu Damao.

Jiu'er had always pretended not to know about these things.

She didn't care what Xu Damao gave to his other son.

What she always cared about was what the Xu family had given Xu Shengli.

So far, she is still very satisfied.

No matter how much stuff or money Xu Damao gave Song Jiefang, it wouldn't matter.

But Xu Shengli got a golden job, which is the most important thing.

Although Xu Shengli's work was arranged by He Yuzhu from beginning to end.

It seems Xu Damao didn't contribute much.

But Jiu'er was quite clear about this. If Xu Damao and He Yuzhu didn't have a relationship, why would they arrange things for her son?
Xu Shengli is now in the south, and his annual salary plus extra income is at least equivalent to what his peers in Beijing earn in four or five years.

Furthermore, Xu Damao said that Xu Shengli's current development is not He Yuzhu's ultimate goal.

Xu Shengli's future prospects are beyond what the couple can imagine.

This is also why Jiu'er has always tolerated Xu Damao's kindness towards Song Jiefang and his hiding of money.

He gave one son a mountain of gold and silver, and the other a treasure bowl.

It's obvious which one Xu Damao likes better.

"...But the premise is that Yan Jiekuang, or rather the Yan family, doesn't get greedy."

Recently, I have rejected many merchants from northern Hebei and only agreed to do retail business, which has made some leaders in the factory unhappy with me.

If I keep pushing back, I'll definitely fall out with those people.

Wasn't Yan Bugui thinking of finding a good job for his son?
I'll make the arrangements for him.

As long as Yan Jiekuang honestly does retail, he can earn ten or eight yuan a day.

But if he's thinking of making a fortune, then whatever happens to him is none of my business. ..." Xu Damao finished speaking his thoughts, quite smugly, much like a treacherous minister in a traditional opera.

Jiu'er couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "How could I have been so blind to fall for something like you?"

He's full of bad intentions.

"Are you saying that?"
"You only liked our young man because he was good-looking and had a sweet tongue!" Xu Damao was not ashamed of Jiu'er's scolding, but rather proud of it.

After saying that, he raised an eyebrow at Jiu'er with a sly grin on his face.

"Shameless, tsk tsk..." This clown made Jiu'er laugh.

According to Xu Damao, it was indeed a good idea.

He wasn't thinking of having Yan Jiekuang watch his stall, nor was he thinking of having Yan Jiekuang replace him.

To put it bluntly, Xu Damao was just looking for a wingman for himself.

That is, to let Yan Jiekuang open a new stall.

If Yan Jiekuang could resist the temptation and only engage in clandestine retail business, then the Yan family would be fine and could earn more than the average person's salary.

But Xu Damao has a remarkably accurate grasp of human nature.

He believed that, tempted by huge profits, the Yan family would definitely get involved in the wholesale business.

Regardless of whether the Yan family suffers misfortune or not, in the end, they will definitely not be held responsible for Xu Damao's actions.

He wouldn't explicitly tell Yan Jiekuang to go into wholesale. Furthermore, Xu Damao would inform Yan Jiekuang of all the precautions regarding Xiushui Street.

Two days later, on Xiushui Street, Xu Damao led Yan Jiekuang to stand in a corner.

Not far away, a young man had a cloth in front of him with several toys on it.

Roller skates, scooters...

These are all the latest products from the toy factory.

The colors are more vibrant than the domestic version.

"...It's this kind of thing, like a double-row, four-wheeled roller skate. Our factory price is fifteen yuan, but it sells for twenty-five yuan in shopping malls, and you need a receipt."

Here, if you can ask for 335, which is a little lower than the price in the mall, you can close the deal.

Scooters are simply not available in mainland China.

The factory price is ten yuan, you can sell it for fifty yuan or twenty yuan and still make a profit.

However, these things don't sell as well as roller skates.

People from other places usually don't buy them, as they're difficult to carry on the train.

And others...
Don't be afraid of people who are carrying bags and looking wary; they're probably from out of town.

There's no need to be wary of groups of three or four people coming to shop together, with someone leading the way.

That's usually a local bringing their friends to visit.

If it's a lone man in his twenties or thirties, with nothing in his hands, coming in not to buy anything, but just looking around aimlessly...
Then you should be wary; they might be city management officials.

But it’s okay.

The stall has few items, so you can just grab what you need and run.

There were sentries at both ends.

Whether you do it or not is up to you. I'm just doing this for Teacher Yan's sake, to find you a job.

"Look, we closed a deal, haggled down to twenty-five, and made ten yuan." Xu Damao carefully explained the ins and outs of setting up a stall on Xiushui Street to Yan Jiekuang.

"Who is that person?" Yan Jiekuang licked his lips, quite intrigued, and asked, pointing to the young man setting up the stall.

“My apprentice, a temporary worker, gets two yuan as a commission for every sale he makes.”

Of course, we've been neighbors for so many years, I certainly wouldn't make money off you.

"If you want to do this long-term, I can introduce you to someone so you can get the goods directly from the factory." Xu Damao said this, and he was telling the truth without a single lie.

"Wouldn't that mean I'm stealing your business, Brother Da Mao?" Yan Jiekuang was still a little hesitant. He really didn't believe that Xu Da Mao would be so kind.

"Hehe, silly brother, there's no end to the money in the world."

Let alone you, even if other stalls come to me to get goods, I'll sell them as soon as I make a profit.

As long as no one sets prices arbitrarily, the more people selling this product, the greater the advertising effect, right?
The more people from other places come, the more money we earn?

"You're an educated person, you should understand this principle." Xu Damao replied with a half-smile, already having a pretty good idea of ​​what Yan Jiekuang was after.

After all, where else can you find such a good deal as earning ten yuan in just half an hour of setting up a stall?
In fact, Xu Damao is quite meticulous when it comes to running a street stall.

For example, he never sets up a stall himself.

His apprentices, Song Jiefang's apprentices, and his brother-in-law's apprentices, all took turns coming.

Let those young people earn some money, and he can also obtain the greatest security.

Even if there were city management officers, those young people could run faster.

Even if they get caught by the city management, they have ready-made excuses: a young man taking things from home to sell for cash is perfectly acceptable.

But if you go into wholesale, it's a completely different story.

Xu Damao would definitely need to personally intervene, and he was unaware of the dangers involved.

In any case, Xu Damao didn't want to get involved. (End of Chapter)