Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

When Liu Beimen arrived in town, the morning market had just opened.

On the street, vendors selling tofu, fried dough sticks, and vegetables carried on shoulder poles called out their wares.

Using the purple dot in his line of sight, Liu Bei set up his stall on an open space on the east side of the main street. Then he had Fan Ha'er and the others unload the wild boar and deer from the cart, leaving only the four-legged beast.

"Fresh wild boar! Just hunted wild boar meat! One yuan per pound, no coupon required! Come and take a look!"

As soon as Liu Bei shouted, many passersby on the street looked in the direction of the sound.

In 1981, pork sold for 1.2 yuan per jin at the town's supply and marketing cooperative, and you needed a ration coupon.

Each family receives two jin (1 kg) per month, with an extra half jin (250 kg) given during holidays.

Wild boar meat is free and even cheaper by two cents.

After hearing the shouts, a large crowd quickly gathered in front of the stall.

"Is it really wild boar meat?"

"Look, there's even venison!"

Upon seeing the wild boars and a male and female deer, the people exclaimed in surprise.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is genuine wild boar and wild deer. Take a look. Here are our prices: wild boar meat is one yuan per jin (500g), and deer meat is one yuan and one jin (500g), no coupons required."

As soon as these words were spoken, people started buying.

However, while some people were buying, others were haggling over the price.

"Young man, could you lower the price of your venison a bit? It's too expensive. How about the same price as wild boar meat, one piece each?"

"Auntie, my price is really not expensive. You must have bought venison at the state-run market before, so you know the market price. Besides, this stuff is already quite rare, and it's very difficult to get your hands on it. We're pricing it at 1.1 yuan, and we don't need any coupons, which is already very cheap. Where else can you find such good stuff? Don't you think so?"

"That's right, his price is really reasonable, not expensive at all." Someone next to him chimed in.

"Alright. Young man, cut me three pounds then!"

"I want five pounds! Cut the fatty parts, with lots of fat!"

"I'll take five pounds too!"

……

For a time, Liu Bei and his team were in a chaotic mess.

Fan Shuanzhu personally took charge of the knife, his hand moving swiftly and decisively, the blade as clean as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Old Tan was in charge of the scales, while Tan Si, Li Dazhuang, and others maintained order.

Fan Ha'er followed Liu Bei and greeted the passersby.

At this moment, Fan Ha'er fully utilized his simple and honest personality, telling one joke after another, which amused many passersby and attracted more and more people to watch.

In less than half an hour, the wild boar and venison were sold out.

Those who didn't manage to buy any were disappointed and could only leave.

Some people, however, were unwilling to give up and pulled Liu Bei along.

"Young man, will you come back to sell next time?"

"I'll definitely come back if I can hunt wild boar and deer again!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back and sell again!"

"Definitely! Definitely!"

……

After the passersby dispersed, Liu Bei counted the money; he had made a total of two hundred and eighty yuan.

Fan Ha'er squatted to the side, rubbing his hands together, his eyes gleaming, and his voice booming.

"Brother Bei...two hundred and eighty...two hundred and eighty yuan..."

Fan Shuanzhu kicked him from behind and muttered in a low voice, "What are you yelling about? You've been taught to keep your wealth hidden forever!"

Liu Bei put the money in his pocket. After selling the pork and venison, he would have to sell the four-legged creature in the end.

Just then, a very dark purple dot suddenly appeared in my field of vision.

The color had intensified by at least two times, and it was shimmering not far away.

This was the deepest color block of fortune he had ever seen.

"Uncle Shuanzhu, wait here for a moment."

"Hey, Tan Si, help me get this four-legged creature down here, then come with me."

"Brother Bei, where are we going?"

"You'll see when you get there!"

The three men, carrying the strange creature, stopped in front of a small brick building.

A black lacquered plaque hangs at the entrance, with four large gold characters: Jufu Restaurant.

A fat man, who looked to be in his early forties, sat behind the counter with his hair slicked back.

His Zhongshan suit was buttoned up tightly, and he was holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

Liu Bei gestured for the two to put their things on the ground.

Upon hearing the noise, the fat man subconsciously looked down and immediately stopped the prayer beads in his hand from spinning.

"A...a four-legged creature?"

He got up and walked around the counter, his eyes shining. "Young man, where did you get this?"

"I took a taxi from deep in the mountains," Liu Bei said bluntly. "Boss, want to buy?"

"How much? Whole, or sold in portions?"

"Sold whole. 150 jin (75 kg), weighed now."

"How much?"

"One hundred and fifty."

The fat man shook his head: "Too expensive. Eighty."

"One hundred and twenty. If it's even one cent less, I'll take it right away."

The fat man stared at Liu Bei for three seconds, then squatted down and pinched the flesh of his hind leg.

"One hundred and twenty it is. Deal."

"Young man, if you ever have any wild game like this again, just come find me. My surname is Feng, and the people in town give me face and call me General Feng."

"Alright. I'll see General Feng again next time!"

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

A short while later, Liu Bei, having pocketed the money, led Fan Ha'er and Tan Si out of the restaurant.

Adding the previous 280, today's total income is 400 yuan.

In 1981, a sales clerk at a supply and marketing cooperative earned only 38.5 yuan a month.

Even a strong laborer working a full year couldn't save half of that amount of money.

In one morning, he earned what others had saved in three or four years. If he continues like this, he will soon have enough money to build a new house.

"stop!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the end of the street.

Liu Bei turned around and looked three times.

Wang Mazi walked over with a dozen men, his arms outstretched.

Er Gouzi, hiding behind Wang Mazi, pointed at Liu Bei and shouted, "Brother Mazi, I wasn't lying to you, was I? This kid struck it rich today!"

Wang Mazi squinted, holding a wooden stick in his hand.

"Liu Bei, you dared to lay a hand on me at your house last time. I've been holding a grudge ever since."

A dozen thugs spread out and surrounded Liu Bei and his two companions.

"This town is my territory, how dare you come here? You've got some nerve!"

"Fuck! I'll kick your balls!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Ha'er grabbed a carrying pole and was about to rush out, but Liu Bei grabbed him.

"Brother Bei!"

"Don't rush."

Liu Bei patted the meat scraps off his hands and stared at Wang Mazi.

"Just tell me straight, what exactly do you want?"

"What are you doing?"

Wang Mazi sneered and poked Liu Bei's chest with his finger.

"You think paying back 100 yuan is enough? Interest compoundes! If you don't come up with 200 yuan today—"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Bei suddenly grabbed Wang Mazi's fingers and twisted them outwards.

"Click~"

Suddenly, the sound of bones dislocating rang out.

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

Wang Mazi screamed and knelt down, his face contorted in agony.

"Let go... let me go right now..."

Liu Bei squatted down and asked calmly, "Do you still want compound interest now?"

"Fuck you! What the hell are you all standing there for?! Get him!"

Wang Mazi roared at his underlings.

"You hit Brother Pockmarked again? You're asking for it!"

A dozen or so henchmen charged forward, yelling.

Just then, Liu Bei suddenly pulled, dragging Wang Mazi directly in front of him.

"Bang!"

The first stick hit Wang Mazi squarely on the forehead.

Wang Mazi was beaten so badly that he saw stars.

"Fuck you! Are you blind?"

"Brother Ma, I...I didn't mean to!"

"Bang!"

Liu Bei used the same trick again, dodging to the side.

The second blow landed hard on Wang Mazi's back.

Wang Mazi, writhing in pain, cursed, "Are you blind too? Beat him! Beat him hard!"

"As you wish."

Liu Bei smiled slightly, gripped Wang Mazi's neck tightly, and flipped him over.

"Bang!"

The third blow came down immediately, hitting Wang Mazi on the shoulder.

"..."

Wang Mazi burst into tears.

At this moment, he finally realized that he was just a meat shield in Liu Bei's hands.

"Stop the fucking fighting!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mazi's henchmen all stopped fighting.

Wang Mazi looked at Liu Bei, "Brother Liu Bei... I was wrong. This was all Er Gouzi's idea. You can't just target me."

"Er Gouzi?"

Liu Bei glanced away.

Fan Ergou was startled by Liu Bei's fierce reaction and quickly waved his hands, "Liu Bei, no...it's not my fault! Wang Mazi dragged me here to find you..."

"Wang Mazi, Er Gouzi said it has nothing to do with him! What do you suggest we do about this?" Liu Bei squinted.

Wang Mazi flew into a rage, "You son of a bitch! You dare mess with me? Beat him up!"

"What? Brother Ma...no...no...ah...don't hit my face, please don't..."

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Soon, Fan Ergou fell.

He was beaten black and blue, especially his eye sockets, which were turned into panda eyes and became conspicuous bumps!

"Brother Liu Bei, see? Are you satisfied now? Don't worry. I, Wang Mazi, swear to heaven that I will never show up again wherever you are. If I do, may I be struck by lightning and have no descendants."

"Who's causing trouble?"

Suddenly, the police arrived. "Everyone, squat down, hands up, behind your heads! Take them all away!"