Rebirth 83: Hundreds of billions of net worth, starting from setting up a stall

It's not yet dawn.

Li Cunxi rode his bicycle to Lao Jin's house. When he arrived, he found that Wu Lei and others had already arrived, each holding a bowl of hot noodles and eating them.

Wu Lei and Feng Tian discovered Li Cunxi almost at the same time and wanted to get up.

Li Cunxi made a downward movement with his hands, allowing the two of them to eat in peace.

At this time.

Jin Wen and Lao Jin came out with two bowls of noodles.

"Uncle Jin."

Li Cunxi said hello.

Lao Jin smiled and nodded: "Cun Xi is here."

Jin Wen handed the noodles in his hand to Li Cunxi: "Brother Xi, you eat first. My dad's noodles are so delicious. I'll go to the kitchen and get another bowl."

Li Cunxi was not polite to Jin Wen and picked up the noodles to eat.

He had eaten many so-called time-honored noodles in Jingcheng in his previous life, but there was actually no big difference. This Baijia Baiwei, every kid thinks his own is the best.

Since he is not from Beijing, he does not have the so-called childhood bonus and cannot taste good or bad. Anyway, it has fat meat, sauce, and carbohydrates. If these three are combined together, it cannot be unpalatable.

Eat without speaking and sleep without speaking.

Li Cunxi ate the noodles silently, waiting for everyone to finish.

He then spoke: "We have a lot to do today, so I won't be polite to you all. First of all, it's the night market stalls."

Li Cunxi took out a stack of paper from his pocket and waved it in front of everyone: "I know that everyone is not optimistic about the night market and thinks that no one will patronize it. My point of view is exactly the opposite. The night market will be popular, and it will be a big fire, and every stall will be popular. The sales volume was several hundred, so I bought 68 stalls and planned to hoard them. After the vendors realize that the night market is profitable, the stalls in our hands will be the most popular ones, and we can easily sell them at high prices."

Jin Wen said indifferently: "Brother Xie, you don't need to explain so much to us, just tell us about the mission."

"Ok."

Li Cunxi looked at Lao Jin: "Uncle Jin, you have been running a stall for two years and you should know a lot of vendors, right?"

Lao Jin smiled and said, "Well, I know people who repair electrical appliances, mend clothes, sell fruits, sell food, sell clothes, sell toys, etc."

"Then you and Wu Lei go to the night market today and find at least sixty stalls to set up stalls in the night market. It is best to sell everything."

"Let's just say that our night market is open for trial operation, and the stalls will be set up for free for three days. The stalls are limited, first come, first served."

"If they don't go, just say that the night market guarantees a minimum turnover of 100 yuan a night. People are greedy. When they hear this number, they will definitely not refuse."

"This is a temporary number plate I wrote. They are the stalls we purchased. You distribute them to them and let them find the stall according to the number. Don't occupy other people's stalls."

Because time is too tight.

Li Cunxi tried his best to explain in detail, so that Lao Jin and Wu Lei would not return without success and the night market would be opened.

"Okay, let's go find someone at the morning market first."

"Boss, I'm leaving first."

Lao Jin and Wu Lei left the yard.

"Then the four of us will fix the car and try to fix it before the afternoon."

Li Cunxi stood up, moved his body, and walked towards the tricycle.

Jin Wen ran into the house and came out with a basket of tools. The tools available in the hardware store were almost rounded by him.

Starting an engine is nothing more than fire, gasoline, and air. If any of these three links is missing, the engine will not start.

So Li Cunxi got under the car and conducted detailed inspections of the fuel system and other parts.

Traces of inspection were found in these areas.

It is estimated that the technicians hired by the garment factory have already checked for problems other than the engine.

Then Li Cunxi stopped investigating and directly dismantled the engine.

First use a wrench to remove the seat to expose the entire engine.

He checked that the body of the machine was in good condition, and the cylinder should not have exploded, so it was still worth repairing.

Then he removed the screws connecting the reverse gear, carburetor, exhaust pipe, and engine, and then disassembled the wiring of the tricycle.

After turning off the engine, the sky was already clear.

Most people get up and start working on breakfast.

"Jin Wen, find a basin and let me drain the engine oil."

Li Cunxi ordered.

Jin Wen immediately ran to his house.

A white-haired man walked out of the house carrying toiletries. He saw Li Cunxi dismantling the engine and asked, "Where are you repairing the engine? The twin-cylinder four-stroke engine of the 581 tricycle."

"Yes, fix the engine."

Li Cunxi took Jin Wen's basin, unscrewed the screws, and drained out the engine oil. Looking at the black engine oil, he probably knew what was going on.

The white-haired man stood aside and watched, nodding: "It seems you understand this, are you a college student studying mechanical power, or an employee of the Kyoto car factory?"

"No, I'm just thinking about cultivating it myself."

Seeing that the engine oil was almost drained, Li Cunxi began to disassemble the engine.

The white-haired man simply came closer and asked, "Have the oil lines and ignition system been checked?"

"Checked, nothing wrong."

Li Cunxi answered all questions.

"Well, I do know my stuff."

The white-haired man nodded and pointed: "If the cylinder does not explode, there may be a problem with the valve. There is no need to dismantle the inside of the engine."

"I think so too."

Li Cunxi said softly.

If the engine oil turns black, it means that the car is burning oil. There is a high probability that there is something wrong with the cylinder, so just remove the cylinder head and check it.

After some operation.

He dismantled and disassembled the cylinder head, and sure enough, the valve was pushed up. This was because the engine oil was burned for a long time without maintenance, and the valve was directly worn out.

"Give me a hammer and find a metal rod about as thick as your index finger."

Li Cunxi ordered.

Jin Wen searched again and finally found a metal rod that met the requirements.

Li Cunxi picked up a hammer and hit the cylinder block twice. The valve spring and accessories popped out.

"These little parts are put away."

He warned, turned over the cylinder block, and pulled out the intake valve and the exhaust valve. As expected, they were badly worn.

"Then we can only change it."

Li Cunxi had another headache.

This was in the early 80s, when information was scarce, so he would either go to Shanghai to find parts from manufacturers, or he would buy a second-hand car, betting that it would have the parts he needed.

But both of them were stupid ways for him.

The white-haired man smiled and said: "If you want to replace the air valve, you can go to Mentougou Dayao. My son-in-law has a repair shop there, specializing in repairing 212 and 518. There should be the parts you need there. Mention my name Zhou Ailong , he doesn’t dare to ask you for a high price.”

"Then I'd like to thank you uncle first. You've been of great help."

Li Cunxi quickly stood up and thanked him.

The white-haired man waved his hand: "Neighbors in the street, there is no need to say thank you. You are busy. The old man went to brush his teeth and eat."

Jin Wen slapped his forehead and then said, "That's right. Before Lao Zhou retired, he was the technical backbone of Kyoto Automobile Factory. I've even forgotten about this."

Li Cunxi came to the water pipe, washed his hands, and warned again: "One of you will buy me wire balls and a handful, and the other will look at the good things here. Don't let anyone take them away. Wait until I come back."

Seeing that he was not alive, Feng Tian took the initiative and said, "Boss, I'll go with you."

"Row."

Li Cunxi nodded.

Mentougou is more than 30 kilometers away from Dongcheng. Riding was too tiring, so the two of them waited for the bus at the bus stop.