Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Arriving in Heilong City and still thinking about going to the big market, it's really unconventional.

What's going on? Selling illicit goods?

Although Jiang Jun was extremely poor, he would not do anything sneaky.

Zhou Qi saw through his thoughts and explained, "This truckload of goods is indeed not from the cotton mill, but don't think badly of me. I paid for all of this and just borrowed the truck from the cotton mill."

"Did you buy it with money?" Jiang Jun was a little confused.

"What else? Do you think I stole it?" Zhou Qi looked at him angrily and amusedly. "Brother, you have to use your brain. How long will it take to steal such a large truckload of goods? Besides, if it's not the real goods, would the granary let me store it?"

"That's right!" Jiang Jun nodded. "I can't believe you're so wealthy. This car must be worth tens of thousands."

"It's not just mine, it's also for the folks." Zhou Qi patted him on the shoulder, "This truck is loaded with everyone's hopes. They trusted me and entrusted it to me, so when I go out this time, I have to sell these goods... I have to risk it all and not let everyone down, understand?"

These words made Jiang Jun's heart warm. It turned out that this was the reason why he risked his life to protect the truck and the cargo.

When we arrived at Daoanli, it was already dark.

To put it bluntly, this area is the fringe of urban and rural areas, and it is really desolate.

After confirming that the location was correct, the two parked the car in a good spot and planned to spend the night there.

Food is also prepared!

Before leaving, there was still some pancakes left from my father's baking.

Jiang Jun is not picky when it comes to dry biscuits and saliva. He is satisfied as long as he can eat saliva.

Before daybreak the next day, people arrived one after another driving ox carts and carrying loads on their shoulders.

If you want to grab a good stall, you have to get there early.

But unexpectedly, someone had already got there earlier, and a large truck occupied the best position.

At midnight, when the sky was just beginning to turn pale, the surrounding stalls were already bustling with activity.

Zhou Qi and Jiang Jun jumped out of the car, lowered the tailgate, and opened for business.

The crowd hadn't come yet, but the stall owner nearby was also curious. He had been wondering about the big truck for a long time. When he saw Zhou Qi and the others, he hurried over to talk to them: "Young men, what treasures are in this truck?"

Zhou Qi smiled, pointed to the words "cotton mill" printed on the car, and said: "The cotton mill's high-quality cotton and good fabrics..."

Before he finished speaking, he tore off a piece of cloth and handed it over, saying proudly: "It's handmade and made of pure cotton. There is no adulteration. This fabric is warm in winter and cool in summer. It is suitable for making clothes and quilts. In one word, it's awesome!"

The man touched it and found that it felt really good.

"Take a look at this cotton. Is it soft? Is it white?" Is there any need to ask this question? How can cotton not be white?

Zhou Qi doesn't care about anything. The quality of a product depends entirely on his mouth. If there are people who want to listen, he will start talking. If there are people who want to listen, they will sell. He doesn't care whether the product is reasonable or not. As long as it can attract people, it is the key.

After all the useless work, people gathered around and it became lively. Everything depends on the atmosphere.

Zhou Qi took advantage of the situation and shouted at the top of his voice: "The cotton mill is having a clearance sale. Whoever buys will get a good deal. First-hand goods and first-hand quality. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever." This may sound old-fashioned, but these people have never seen the world.

When they heard it was a clearance sale and it was actually factory goods, they gathered around, all wanting to find out what was going on.

"Is it really made of pure cotton?" someone questioned.

"Look here, big sister." Zhou Qi tore off a piece, took out a lighter and lit it directly. "See, if it's made of chemical fiber, the smoke will be black. This is 100% pure cotton. If it's fake, I'll pay you ten times the price!"

It really didn't fool anyone!

"How to sell?" someone asked impatiently.

"Clearance price, seven yuan per meter, 10 meters get one meter of pure cotton cloth for free, four yuan per pound of cotton, 10 pounds get half a meter of pure cotton cloth for free. The quality is amazing!"

"Go back and use the original colored cloth as a towel to wipe your face. Is that comfortable?"

"Ask around, who dares to burn cloth in front of people? Only legitimate manufacturers would be so bold!"

As he spoke, he slapped the words "Cotton Mill" on the car door.

At this time, someone raised his hand and shouted: "Give me ten meters, the goods from this factory are trustworthy!"

Oh, that sounds good!

Zhou Qi smiled and took out a ruler and scissors: "Ten meters, enough, and I'll give you an extra meter of original color cloth!"

"Girl, would you like some more cotton?"

"The weather is getting colder. For businessmen like you who work from dawn to dusk, you need to wear warm clothes. No matter how much money you make, it is not as valuable as your health. The cotton here is so solid that you won't be afraid of the cold in winter if you wear it. Madam, you need to take good care of yourself!"

When the older sister heard this, she thought it made sense.

After all, you know how you feel, and your body is your treasure.

"Well, give me another ten kilograms of cotton!"

"Okay! I'll give you half a meter of pure-color fabric as a gift!" Zhou Qi said with a smile, "Sister, you are really smart and capable. You know good stuff. It's not easy to come across these treasures!"

The elder sister happily took the cloth and cotton. People around her took a look and saw that they were indeed genuine goods and were given away for free, so they couldn't help but be tempted.

"What if I buy 20 meters, how many can I get for free?" someone asked hurriedly.

"One meter will be given away for every ten meters. There is no upper limit. The quantity is limited, first come, first served, and it will be given away while stocks last!" Zhou Qi responded.

"Give me twenty meters of cloth and ten kilograms of cotton!"

"I'll come ten meters!"

"I want the ten-meter one, too. I want that color!"

For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar.

"Don't worry, come one by one..."

Looking at this hot scene, Zhou Qi was overjoyed. It's hard to get started, but once you start, it's like a flood that has been released, and it's hard to stop.

As time went by, more and more customers came. Just as the owner of a restaurant next to the market said, the crowds were comparable to those at a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush.

Since the first order, Zhou Qi has never been idle. He wishes he had eight hands. He is so busy running around on the truck that it is difficult for him to get off the truck because there are so many people around. Everyone is holding money in their hands, waiting for him to collect it.

The situation is like money growing in the field, waiting to be harvested.

"Boss, hurry up, I've been waiting for a long time, give me five meters!"

"Boss, I need it urgently. Can you cut ten meters for me first?"

Zhou Qi was so tired that his back and waist ached and sweat broke out on his forehead. When he turned around, he found that most of the goods in the car were gone.

Looking at Jiang Jun again, his face was covered in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his clothes were soaked and stuck to his body. His hands, which were cutting the cloth, were trembling slightly.

But there was no complaint on his face.

He kept counting the money and throwing it into the purse beside him, while cutting cloth for the customer. Seeing this, Zhou Qi had no time to take a break and quickly threw himself into the busy work of serving customers.

Until this moment, he deeply realized the market enthusiasm of "supply exceeds demand". When he heard others talk about this scene before, he thought it was a bit exaggerated. Today, he saw it with his own eyes and realized how crazy people are about scarce goods.

It was already past eight o'clock in the morning, after nearly six hours of hard work!

A full truck of goods was sold out, leaving only