Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

Zheng Hanqiu didn't let his help go in vain and gave him a few clothing design drawings.

Song Tianyou's call of "Gui Ge" became more familiar.

It was getting late, so the family set out on their journey home.

Although I have taken leave these days, it feels much harder than studying.

With such a family background, and buying a few more houses in the capital, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, even someone who is keen on making money like Zheng Juzi would feel that he doesn't need to struggle anymore in his life.

However, as a girl who likes "socializing", and who has made a "little bit" contribution to the provincial maritime trade fair, Zheng Juzi naturally has to move around in the provincial capital's circles and leave an impression on her superiors and colleagues in the province.

Apart from people like me who are just trying their luck, most of the factories in the province have the foundation to participate in the China International Import Expo, and most of them are large domestic manufacturers.

However, the efficiency of many large factories is now declining, their own difficult management is becoming increasingly bloated, and private enterprises in coastal areas have begun to develop, bringing huge pressure to state-owned enterprises.

Except for irreplaceable enterprises such as mining, many orders have been snatched away from other companies.

Everyone complained about the poor performance of the factory, but at the same time they felt that self-employed people should not exist at all, and that they were all speculative capitalists...

Zheng Juzi is just a little kid and whatever you say is what she wants. Her family is a self-employed business and now they want to take advantage of the state-owned enterprises.

Although she has the confidence to lie low, the biggest bargain she can get at this time is to acquire state-owned enterprises. If there are a few that cannot continue to operate, she can acquire one or two large factories, which is much more profitable than opening a small workshop by herself.

In this way, we didn’t feel lonely along the way and arrived at Donghu City with laughter.

At the Donghu Railway Station, Wang Jun had already chartered a van to pick them up. Seeing that they were carrying so many bags, he didn't say much and just asked them to load their things into the van.

The van driver originally thought it would be very luxurious for one or two people to rent a van, but when he saw that the family had so many things, he thought they should also rent a van.

Dongji Town is just a small place, and no one has ever chartered a car to go to such a far place before. Wang Jun asked for 200 yuan, and the van driver was also very enthusiastic at this moment.

Dongji Town was far away before, but now there is a provincial road so it doesn’t take so much time. I can earn 200 yuan in half a day, and I feel really happy.

The van driver provided very good service and took the initiative to talk to them along the way.

Zheng Hanqiu was too lazy to pay attention to him, but Zheng Juzi was willing to know more about the business of sports cars at that time.

To make big money at this time, one naturally has to drive a large truck or a bus, but being able to drive a van is considered quite capable in Donghu City these days.

After chatting all the way, Zheng Juzi realized that these days, it is not a problem to make a million yuan a day by driving a truck if you are brave enough. For example, if someone is brave enough to go to Yangcheng to wholesale small household appliances, the sales of that truckload of goods can be more than 200,000 yuan. How much he can earn in the meantime can only be guessed, but it must be a lot.

However, there are also cases where people encounter bandits on the road and not only lose their cars and goods, but even their lives. It is not uncommon.

Driving a bus can also make money, but it requires connections, and the money can only be made during certain time periods. Even if you have connections, there are often cases of people fighting over routes.

Those who are less wealthy just drive small trucks and attract some small vendors. No one knows how much they earn, but there are very few people as generous as Wang Jun.

In fact, Wang Jun was wondering how much money there was between what Zheng Juzi called "small business" and "big business". How could the boss remain calm and not rush back to take charge after signing orders worth millions or hundreds of millions?

He actually came back with people from the province.

Isn't this a waste of time?

However, before he could even ask a single question, Zheng Juzi discovered that what she was concerned about was the other person's sports car business.

He had tried the sports car business twice, both times by going to Yangcheng to wholesale clothes. But he didn't dare to do it again after just two attempts because it was too nerve-wracking.

He doesn't want to do business that would risk his life for money because he can make money safely by following Zheng Juzi.

No matter how much you earn, you have to be alive.

It’s different with a road. It only takes two or three hours to get from the city to their town by following the provincial road.

When they arrived at a store on the provincial road, they asked the noodle chef to pay the bill and leave, and then they dragged their luggage home.

Compared to the passengers who couldn't even buy a seat ticket and had to stand on the train, they were really enjoying themselves to have a sleeper berth.

But the temperature at home is obviously higher than in Shanghai, and I feel a lot more tired.

Wang Wei and Luo Cheng sent them home, and Wang Jun went to see the fabric factory.

With the full support of the town leaders, the construction of the factory is already underway even if the boss himself is not here.

Mu Xiaoyun knew that they would come back today, so she prepared hot water and food and waited for them at home.

There were other people at home. Mu Xiaoyun watched them carry the sacks upstairs to Zheng Juzi's room without asking any more questions. She only asked, "Are you tired from the journey? Do you want to take a hot bath and rest for a while?"

The two sisters naturally chose to rest early. Zheng Guixiang couldn't sleep at all, so he pulled Mu Xiaoyun to show her his achievements.

Mu Xiaoyun also knew that they must have made money when they went out. After all, the foreign trade orders worth hundreds of millions were spread throughout Dongji Town.

But seeing the sack of money still made her feel uncertain, "Is there money everywhere in the Demon City? Can I pick up money anywhere?"

When the daughter came back last time, the sacks and mattresses were full of money. This time when the man came back from his trip, there were also a lot of sacks of money.

What she was listening to at the moment was only that things in Guangzhou were cheap.

What's the big deal about cheap things? The main point is that it's easy to make money. What kind of treasure is this Magic City? Mu Xiaoyun even wants to go there to pick up money.

"How many are these?"

Zheng Guixiang said: "About 140 million."

"How many?"

"140 million." Zheng Guixiang liked his wife's shocked expression.

"So much?" Mu Xiaoyun picked up a sack with both hands. The heavy feeling was unreal. "You are not lying to me, are you?"

"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, just use a scale to weigh it."

Unexpectedly, one day she would use a scale to weigh money. Mu Xiaoyun felt that this dream was becoming more and more unreal.

"Look at your character, it's not like you haven't seen money before." Zheng Guixiang felt that he finally had a place to show off.

Mu Xiaoyun...I've been married to you for so long, when have I ever seen so much money? If I have, it was my daughter's money, not yours.

Zheng Guixiang... It's a pity that he and his daughter agreed on a 30:70 split, so not all the money is his.

"Aren't you going to participate in some foreign trade activities? How did you get so much money back?" There was too much money, and Mu Xiaoyun was panicking, "Isn't it some illicit money?"