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Zhao Jianjun spoke in an extremely cryptic manner, making it difficult for people to grasp his true meaning. It seemed like he was just saying it casually, yet he was talking about price changes over the past two years.

The quick-witted Zhou Rui soon grasped the deeper meaning. Regardless of whether Zhao Jianjun meant it or not, it all boiled down to one sentence.

The trend is inevitable; prices are going to rise, and the momentum is getting stronger every year.

This is an opportunity for some people. Those who can grasp the essence and see through the nature of the situation will not hold onto their money, but will instead exchange it for means of production or real estate, etc.

Zhao Jianjun is a smart man, as was Zhou Rui in his previous life.

"Uncle Zhao, the price is fine. You can keep the goods. You know how to preserve them. After air-drying them for a while, you'll get dried musk."

Zhou Rui offered to give the items to Zhao Jianjun so that he could inquire about selling them.

This is a form of trust.

Zhao Jianjun naturally understood, and he was very grateful. He stroked the musk sachet with one hand and inquired:

"How about I pay a deposit of fifty dollars first? I didn't bring that much cash with me today."

He was a little worried that Zhou Rui would disagree. This was too valuable. Trust was one thing, but the proper rules still needed to be followed.

Zhou Rui didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He was cautious because he was wary of outsiders, but now Zhao Jianjun was practically family.

"Uncle Zhao, let's do it your way. We're all on the same side, so it'll be fine. There's just one thing: try to ship the goods as quickly as possible. Hmm... it'll work."

Zhou Rui reminded him that the money needed to be in hand as soon as possible so that they could deal with what was to come.

Zhao Jianjun was puzzled.

Didn't Zhou Rui just sell a water deer? It must have cost several hundred yuan, right? Why is he in such a hurry for money?

My family's savings...

Zhao Jianjun was filled with questions. He wasn't stupid; he sensed something was wrong.

There was no need to hold it in, Zhao Jianjun asked, expressing his doubts.

"Nephew, are you in such a hurry for money? If you need money, just tell me. I'll help you out if I can. Don't carry this burden alone, right, Brother Zhou?"

After Zhao Jianjun finished speaking, he made a gesture towards Zhou Shiwei.

Zhou Rui didn't reveal much, only saying lightly:

"Uncle Zhao, I want to start a business, so I need money."

Upon hearing this, not only Zhao Jianjun but also Zhou Shiwei were taken aback.

Doing business? My son?

What are you trying to do? How come I, as your father, didn't know anything about this beforehand?

Zhou Shiwei did not expose Zhou Rui's mistake, but watched quietly.

Zhao Jianjun blurted out:

"Starting a business? You, nephew? Or is your dad going to do it? That's not easy. Have you thought it through?"

Zhao Jianjun glanced back and forth between the two men. He couldn't believe his ears. Zhou Rui was actually going to do business, and it seemed that it was Zhou Rui himself who had proposed it.

He's only 19 years old.

Isn't this a bit too early? And it's not just the age, the idea itself is ahead of its time.

Zhao Jianjun was among the first to enter the market economy. Now that individual businesses are booming, not many people dare to take the plunge.

Most people's lifelong pursuit is to get married, have children, and have enough to eat; if they could also build a house, that would be great.

Zhou Rui nodded, quite certain.

"Yes, Uncle Zhao, I also want to do great things like you, so please take care of me."

Instead of discouraging Zhou Rui, Zhao Jianjun gave him a thumbs up and offered encouragement.

"Keep it up, nephew! I've known you could do this since you were a kid!"

"Don't worry, I'll handle this perfectly, it's just that the price might not be the highest it can get."

"I was originally thinking of taking advantage of the scarcity, but now it seems I can only take it one step at a time."

Zhao Jianjun's original plan was simple: take the good stuff, spread rumors, and let the highest bidder win.

Now that Zhou Rui needs to sell as soon as possible, he has no choice but to adapt to the situation.

Zhou Rui didn't say much about it, only saying that it was okay to go a little lower.

After discussing a few more details, Zhao Jianjun emptied his pockets of all his cash, scraped together fifty yuan to give to Zhou Rui as a deposit, and then went home with the musk sachet.

Having been away for so long, her family should have been worried by now, but Li Lan knew that her husband had come to the Zhou family, so they hadn't come looking for him yet.

However, if this continues, Li Lan will probably come looking for us.

After seeing Zhao Jianjun off, Zhou Shiwei returned to the house, and only then did he ask what was on his mind.

"Xiao Rui, are you really going to do this? Have you thought about what you want to do?"

The first thing Zhou Shiwei said was not to deny his son's idea, but to determine whether it was a spur-of-the-moment decision or a well-thought-out one.

Zhou Rui quickly gave his reply.

"Dad, I want to give it a try. We can't just sit around doing nothing while we have the chance. I've already made a plan. I want to grow rapeseed, and also have a tea business..."

Zhou Rui answered very seriously, without a trace of joking.

Zhou Shiwei remained silent for a long time after hearing the answer.

Only after Zeng Jiamei finished washing the dishes and used the remaining embers on the stove to heat the hot water for washing feet that evening did Zhou Shiwei nod to Zhou Rui.

He supported his son's idea.

Although Zhou Rui is not yet 20, he is actually already halfway past his 20th birthday, and his age is already 20 according to the traditional Chinese age reckoning.

Not only because of this, but also because of Zhou Shiwei's trust in his own son.

Perhaps even he himself doesn't know when it started, but he subconsciously began to support whatever his son wanted to do or what ideas he had.

He primarily acts as a protector, ensuring the overall direction is correct and avoids mistakes.

In practice, the task was left to his son.

This trust moved Zhou Rui deeply. In fact, in his memory, this was not the first time Zhou Shiwei had done something so important.

The situation was similar in my previous life.

However, Zhou Rui was much older at the time, but even so, he took all of his family's savings to make his fortune.

Although at the time, my family didn't have much savings.

But Zhou Shiwei still believes in him, just as he does now.

It would be a lie to say Zhou Rui wasn't moved; this kind of trust and support from her father is very precious.

Zhou Shiwei agreed, and Zeng Jiamei sat by the stove without coming in to disturb the father and son.

Zhou Ming was engrossed in reading the comic book next to him.

"Son, do whatever you want to do. Dad supports you. As long as you're confident, go for it. If all else fails, we can start over."

"Dad knows your abilities. You've been smart and quick-witted since you were little. You think what others don't and see further than any of us. Keep moving forward. No matter if there's a cliff or a dragon gate ahead, Dad is here, and our family is here. We're all behind you."

After saying two sentences, Zhou Shiwei patted Zhou Rui on the shoulder and then turned and walked outside.

Zhou Shiwei's decisive and efficient character was once again on full display.

Want to do it? Then let's do it. The two of us will work together, and whether we win or lose, we'll share the responsibility.

Logically speaking, almost every family should think this through carefully. This is not child's play. What if we lose money?

A little over a thousand yuan was, in an era when the average annual income of farmers was less than five hundred yuan, the life savings of a family of three.

He wasn't blindly trusting; he understood Zhou Rui. Besides, recently, he had been vaguely sensing something about this son.

Zhou Shiwei couldn't quite describe the feeling; he only knew that his son wouldn't harm his family.

Zhou Rui took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Having family support and not having family support are two different things. If his father didn't support him, he would have to do things under pressure and with his family's lack of understanding. Now, he has no more worries.