The perfect future of rebirth

This is the news he just heard from Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Hoarding must be hoarding, but we can't sell it at a high price."

"What do you mean?" Father Zhao was startled, then frowned tightly, obviously, he was thinking about what Zhao Fusheng said.

After all, at such an old age, with a lot of social experience and experience, Dad Zhao can be considered a successful businessman even if he is not old or young. Even if he is not as good as those tycoons, he actually has his own ideas.

Zhao Fusheng's words, although only a beginning, but Zhao's father is thinking about the specific operability of this matter.

Seeing his father pondering there, Zhao Fusheng was not in a hurry, and picked up the fruit his mother had cut and ate it.

After a long while, Zhao's father raised his head and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "I think this matter is not very good, after all, it is too lowly to make money for the country."

Blinking his eyes, Zhao Fusheng showed a satisfied smile, his father was still the same father, his eyes were not covered by money, and he knew that some things could be done and some things could not be done.

"What are you laughing at?" Dad Zhao looked at his son strangely.

Zhao Fusheng said: "It's okay, Dad, we don't make money for the country, but we can't just watch those illegal profiteers entrap the common people, don't you think so?"

"What do you mean?"

Father Zhao was a little confused and didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's words.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "It's very simple. Let's buy a large amount of vinegar and Radix Radix, and then sell them at a low price when someone raises the price in the market."

"Ok?"

Father Zhao still didn't quite understand what his son meant.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng said: "Dad, think about it, if a pack of banlangen usually costs ten yuan a pack, and sells it for 34 yuan, how much money can those profiteers make? At ten, let's sell it for 15 yuan, so we can make money and help those in need, can't we?"

"But what if they buy from us, turn around and sell to others?" Dad Zhao frowned, and quickly thought of the crux of the problem.

Zhao Fusheng said indifferently: "It's very simple. Here, we can only purchase a limited number of items per day with our ID card."

Dad Zhao suddenly laughed, and he had to say that his son had so many evil ideas.

Chapter 944 Wishful Abacus Jingle Bells

That night, Zhao Fusheng had a dream. ,

In his dream, he seemed to have gone through tens of thousands of years and passed through countless obstacles before returning to this world.

Wake up.

Zhao Fusheng's face was covered with sweat, but he knew that sometimes dreams might be the reflection of reality.

It is said that human beings are three-dimensional creatures living in the four-dimensional universe, swimming in the long river of time, but Zhao Fusheng feels that he is a small fish in the long river of time, going upstream, trying hard to escape from the shackles.

Although he can't turn back time or change the flow of time, he can change the world around him.

Now that you have started, just keep going.

This is Zhao Fusheng's only thought now.

He is not a saint or a hero, and he cannot save too many people, but he can try to help some people.

Of course, let Dad earn a little money.

Dad Zhao's mobility has always been very strong, so he hurriedly left home the next morning to arrange the things he had discussed with Zhao Fusheng before.

The vinegar business is easy to handle. The Wanda Commercial Building itself has a supermarket. If you buy more goods, it won't be a big problem.

But for Banlangen, you need some connections.

Fortunately, this thing itself is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine, which belongs to the kind of medicine that is always kept in the family. If it is sold in supermarkets, it is not a big deal.

So, at noon, Dad Zhao called Zhao Fusheng, saying that he had already established a relationship, and soon began to hoard these two things.

"How much do you want to stock up?" Dad Zhao asked Zhao Fusheng on the phone.

"How much liquidity do you have in your hand?" Hearing what his father said, Zhao Fusheng asked for a moment.

Dad Zhao was startled, and then replied: "It just so happens that a sum of money has just arrived, it looks like three or four million."

After finishing speaking, he said nervously, "Is there going to be something wrong with hoarding so much?"

There's no way, this thing didn't happen at all, I just listened to his son's side story, after all, it was because he trusted his son's judgment.But if you invest several million at once, if things don't go as Zhao Fusheng expected, you will lose a lot of money.

"Then the isatid root and the vinegar are 100 million each." Zhao Fusheng thought for a while and made up his mind: "Our Ninghai is not like the south after all, so it shouldn't be so outrageous."

To be honest, he didn't remember very clearly whether there was anyone infected with SARS in Ninghai, because when SARS happened in his previous life, he was already in the capital.

As for the situation in Ning Hai, most of them learned about it from their parents and other people.

Zhao Fusheng vaguely remembered that his mother once mentioned it to him. At that time, for at least a week, the whole Ninghai school was on vacation, the shopping malls were closed, and the prices of banlangen and vinegar were soaring, and they were sold out, even his mother snapped up one. batch.

That being the case, Zhao Fusheng felt that he could try it.

"Okay then." Dad Zhao also nodded, the loss of 200 million is still affordable for him today, it would be best if he could make money, and if he couldn't make money, it wouldn't be considered a bone injury.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng thought about it, dialed Zheng Yao's number, and told her.

Zheng Yao had heard him talk about things in Guangdong Province before, and she asked someone to inquire about it, and received a call from Zhao Fusheng, saying that after the company's annual meeting at night, she would take people away from the capital immediately. .

In fact, many things happen without warning, but we ignore some details.But with a little vigilance, many things may be avoided.

It is said that it is up to people to make things happen, and it is up to God to make things happen. Zhao Fusheng thinks this is very reasonable. Some things are not what we want. No matter how meticulous the arrangement is, it may be unpredictable due to a little bit of change. the result of.

So after he did what he could do about SARS, he stopped paying attention.

Zhao Fusheng is not a god after all, so he naturally has his own concerns.

People are mortal, the difference is sooner or later.

Many people say "It's better to die earlier", but in fact, they are terribly afraid in their hearts. This is human nature. If they can choose, who doesn't want to live long live long live long live long live.

This is what Zhao Fusheng bet on.

He believes that as long as the SARS epidemic breaks out, the panic among the Chinese people will definitely lead to a frantic rush for Banlangen and vinegar. At that time, the money invested by himself and his father should be able to recover the cost quickly and make a small profit. Pen.

To be honest, from the beginning to the end, Zhao Fusheng never thought of making a lot of money by relying on this. Investing 200 million and earning back 200 million, a [-]% return is already a rich enough profit.

As for the sudden three or four times the profits, Zhao Fu was afraid that his family would not have the appetite to swallow them.

What's more, he doesn't mind that kind of unscrupulous businessman, just dismantle the opponent's platform.

Of course, she can't tell her father about this thought now, otherwise, depending on her father's temper, he can easily spend another 200 million in it, and then sell it at a low price.