Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

"It doesn't matter whether you have this kind of trouble or not."

The man started the car with a calm expression on his face, "No matter you are rich or poor, just stay kind to the world."

"Poor people who have money may not be willing to lend a helping hand, and rich people are not always kind."

At the intersection of traffic lights, Lu Chengyuan turned to look at the girl and smiled lightly: "Xia Chutang, you seem to be particularly obsessed with money? Do you think money can change everything?"

"Yes."

Xia Chutang did not deny it, her eyes were firm: "So, I want to make a lot of money."

Southern cities have already begun competing for a market economy.

Many people who were once at the bottom have become big bosses worth over 10,000 yuan, or even hundreds of thousands.

Lu Chengyuan didn't think the girl was whimsical, so he encouraged her: "Then come on, I might ask you for help in the future."

"If Dr. Lu opens his mouth, I will definitely help with all my strength." Xia Chutang promised with a chuckle.

The car arrived at the gate of the family's courtyard, and Chili's three-bouncer stopped at the gate.

Xia Chutang got out of the car and walked over, "Uncle, why did you leave without asking for money? Aren't you afraid that I would run away?"

"You're not that kind of person!"

The boss knocked on his pipe and asked, "Where is your home? I'll carry it up for you!"

Lu Chengyuan walked over and said, "Boss, we can just take it up ourselves."

"Tsk, you don't look like someone who does rough work."

The boss looked at the young man. The white shirt he was wearing looked extremely expensive. The chili bag was covered with dirt. Don't let it get dirty.

"I'll take it back for you, don't be polite to me."

Although the boss repeatedly asked him to pick it up, Xia Chutang and Lu Chengyuan still helped pick up the bag.

There were five fertilizer bags in total. Xia Chutang carried two bags in his left and right hands, and the boss carried two bags. He wanted to carry the last bag on his shoulders, but Lu Chengyuan took it.

Li Hui also just arrived home and heard a knock on the door. When she opened the door, she saw several large bags of chili piled in front of the door.

"What is this for?"

If you buy so much chili, you won’t be able to finish it until next year.

"Lu Chengyuan, I'll take the boss downstairs."

Xia Chutang winked at Lu Chengyuan and asked him to deal with it first.

"I'll talk about it later when I get back."

Leaving behind a confused Li Hui and a helpless Lu Chengyuan, the girl went downstairs.

When they got downstairs, Xia Chutang took out 190 yuan from the space and handed it to the boss: "Uncle, thank you for your hard work."

"It's 8 cents per pound, and this spicy food costs 230 pounds. I'll give you another six dollars."

The boss took out a pile of dimes from his inner pocket and prepared to give the girl change.

Xia Chutang gently pushed the boss's hand and said with a smile: "Uncle, I will buy a candy for your child with the extra money. I may have to trouble you to give you spicy food in the future, so don't bother me."

The boss felt excited. After setting up a stall for so long, this was the first time someone had been so generous.

But he still counted out six dollars with his muddy hands and handed it over: "You girl, I know you have a good heart, but I don't like to take advantage, so I'll pay as much as I say."

"Uncle, you really don't have to be so polite." Xia Chutang declined.

"Take it! Otherwise, I won't do your business!"

The boss deliberately darkened his face, as if he was about to get angry.

Xia Chutang reluctantly accepted the six yuan and said something from the bottom of her heart, "Uncle, I want to cooperate with you for a long time. How can I have the nerve to bargain with you in the future if you don't accept this benefit?"

Giving up a few dollars, Xia Chutang also wanted to make a good relationship.

"Girl, whenever you come to buy my spicy food from now on, I will give you the cheapest price."

The boss collected the money and said, "My name is Wang Guangping. If you don't mind that I'm a rough guy buying vegetables, just call me Uncle Wang."

"Uncle Wang!"

The girl didn't hesitate, she immediately called out sweetly and introduced herself: "My name is Xia Chutang, you can just call me Tangtang."

Wang Guangping looked at the girl who smiled like a little sun, and thought of his own daughter, wishing he could go home immediately.

After earning money, I can buy delicious candies and cakes for my daughter.

After getting on the tricycle, the boss waved: "Tangtang, see you later."

Sanbengzi sped away with black exhaust fumes.

Xia Chutang looked at the neat change in her hand, and her cold heart felt a little moved.

"Xia Chutang, what are you doing?"

Just after returning home, Li Hui asked: "You want to set up a stall to do business after buying so many spicy peppers?"

"Where's Doctor Lu?" Xia Chutang didn't see Lu Chengyuan in the living room.

"I went back to change my clothes."

Li Hui patted the sofa and motioned for her daughter to sit down: "Don't even think about asking Dr. Lu to say nice things to you. I know this must be your idea."

Lu Chengyuan rarely even cooks, so why would he suddenly want to buy 5 bags of chili peppers?

"Mom, I want grandma to pickle some chili peppers." Xia Chutang reached out to hold her mother's arm and said coquettishly, "Don't be angry."

Aunt Zhao's pickled peppers are always delicious, so Li Hui wouldn't object if she made some and left them alone.

"Then there's no need to buy 5 bags, right? This must weigh hundreds of kilograms!"

Li Hui was still angry and asked: "How much did it cost?"

When Mrs. Zhao heard the noise in the living room, she came out and asked, "What's wrong? What's the noise about?"

"Tangtang, this kid, said he wanted to make pickled chili peppers." Li Hui said with complaint.

"Just do it."

My daughter was successfully transferred to her job today. The old lady was very happy and advised: "Don't talk about the child all the time. If you want to eat chili, I will do it."

Li Hui stood up and pointed to the full kitchen, "Mom, you have to protect her, but also see how many spicy dishes she bought first!"

"Oh my God!"

Aunt Zhao turned around and was shocked, "So many? That's going to take a whole tank of marinating!"

Usually when the old lady pickles spicy peppers, she picks some in a small porcelain jar.

One jar is enough for three of them to eat for a month.

Now, these large bags of spicy peppers have to be pickled in a container as big as a pickled cabbage vat. I'm afraid there will be enough left over for a year.

"Tangtang, you bought too much!" Aunt Zhao criticized without saying anything harsh: "We have a small family, so we can't finish the food and waste it. This is not good."

Xia Chutang quickly said what she had planned in advance: "Grandma, I promised to pickle these chili peppers for my classmates. The money to buy the chili peppers was also given by others. When the chili peppers are marinated, they said they would give me 10 yuan per pound."

Li Hui has been a salesperson for more than ten years. After hearing what her daughter said, she immediately turned around and said, "My family will pay for the peppers. Let's pickle the peppers and sell them to your classmate for 10 yuan per pound?"

"Yes, that's what I mean." Xia Chutang nodded.

"It's like we contribute manpower and seasoning, and then earn 10 yuan per pound for free?"

Li Hui calculated the accounts and frowned slightly: "Tangtang, what's the difference between what you're doing and a broker?"

Xia Chutang: "..."

She hasn't told the truth yet. The price Song Xu gave is 100 yuan for a pound of pickled peppers.

"Mom, grandma's recipe for pickled peppers also costs money!"

Xia Chutang brainwashed her mother, "Originally, my classmate wanted to spend 5000 yuan to buy my grandma's formula. I did the math and felt it was not worthwhile. So I told him that we were not selling. Then we negotiated the price."

"5000 yuan for a wife?"

When Li Hui heard the price, she was shocked and asked, "What does your classmate do? If you don't study well in school, why are you still doing business?"

Xia Chutang said half truthfully: "His family seems to own a restaurant. I tasted the pickled spicy food made by my grandma and thought there is a market for it."

While talking, Xia Chutang kept secretly observing the old lady's expression.

Seeing that she didn't object immediately, he struck while the iron was hot: "Grandma, from now on we will give people at least 50 kilograms of pickled chili peppers every month. Do you think this will work?"