Rebirth 78 was replaced by a husband, the cold educated youth pulled the curtains every day

"Brother, you're back." When Zhao Xiaohu saw his elder brother coming in, he rushed over.

Zhao Xiaolong was holding a piece of butter paper with two steamed buns wrapped inside.

"You two eat."

Zhao Xiaohu took the steamed buns and gave one to Zhao Xiaofeng.

He took a big bite and said, "Brother, he said he was your friend and came to see you. He just gave us four bottles of sesame paste. It's delicious."

"What sesame paste?" Zhao Xiaolong kept staring at Lu Ye, his eyes full of vigilance.

"This is it. I left a bottle for you. Come and eat it, brother." Zhao Xiaohu handed the bottle of sesame paste to Zhao Xiaolong as if he was presenting a treasure.

Zhao Xiaolong took the bottle, opened the lid and smelled it.

But his eyes were always on Lu Ye.

"Don't worry, I made this myself. It's not poisonous." Lu Ye said softly with a smile.

"I don't even know you. Who are you?"

This person claimed to be his friend, but he was sure he had never seen this person before.

"You don't know me, but I know you. Your name is Zhao Xiaolong. You're involved in profiteering with Ma San and his gang, dealing in dried tofu, right?"

"How do you know? Who are you?"

When Lu Ye pointed out his identity, Zhao Xiaolong suddenly became nervous.

Compared to others, he has younger brothers and sisters to support and is more afraid of being caught.

"Don't be nervous. I'm Brother Wei's friend. He asked me to come to you. I have a business that needs help, and I want to bring you in."

Before coming, Lu Ye had already thought of his excuse.

In his previous life, he was introduced by Zhao Xiaolong, and Zhao Xiaolong was introduced by a man named Wei Ming.

However, not long after Zhao Xiaolong joined, Wei Ming was arrested. Because he was a repeat offender, Wei Ming was sentenced to three years in prison for speculation and profiteering.

Since then, Zhao Xiaolong has never seen Brother Wei again.

Zhao Xiaolong once mentioned to Lu Ye that there were rumors that Wei Ming was beaten in prison and suffered internal injuries, and died shortly after being released from prison.

Zhao Xiaolong has always been grateful to this person.

Now that Lu Ye says that he is Brother Wei’s friend, it is most appropriate.

"Are you Brother Wei's friend? How is he now?"

Sure enough, Zhao Xiaolong seemed a little excited when he heard Brother Wei.

Lu Ye shook his head: "I don't know either. Brother Wei told me about your situation before he was arrested. I haven't seen him since then."

"So that's it."

Zhao Xiaolong looked gloomy.

"Are you still dealing in dried tofu with Ma San and the others?"

"Ah."

"Brother Wei said that Ma San is too independent. If you work for him, you'll take risks and won't make any money. If you get caught one day, he won't even care."

"What can we do? He's the only one among us who can get dried tofu. Without him, we wouldn't even have any dried tofu to sell."

In this era, materials were scarce, not to mention industrial products, even some agricultural and sideline products were very scarce.

There are also many things that are specially supplied and you only see them once a year.

If you want to sell something secretly for speculation, the biggest problem is the supply of goods.

Ma San had a secret dried tofu shop. Every time he would transport the finished dried tofu to a place, and then let people like Zhao Xiaolong divide it up and sell it.

He took the lion's share and only gave the leftovers to Zhao Xiaolong and his friends.

But even so, people like Zhao Xiaolong did not dare to complain. If they followed suit, at least they would have food to eat. If they didn't, they would really starve to death.

Lu Ye smiled, took out a bottle of sesame oil from his bag, and threw it to Zhao Xiaolong.

"Look at this."

Zhao Xiaolong carefully took it, looked into the bottle, and was immediately shocked: "Is it oil?"

Soybean oil is 88 cents per pound, and the quantity is limited.

Oil is definitely a rare commodity.

Zhao Xiaolong carefully opened the bottle cap and took a deep sniff, his throat filled with fragrance: "It's sesame oil!"

"It's sesame oil. This is a 20-liang bottle. The supply and marketing cooperative sells it for 0.30 yuan plus a jin of grain coupons. We sell it for 0.20 yuan plus a jin of grain coupons, and we take a 6-cent commission on each bottle sold. And the sesame paste you have is also 20 liang. It sells for 0.10 yuan plus a jin of grain coupons per bottle, and we take a 5-cent commission on each bottle sold."

"Well, this deal is much better than your dried tofu business, right?"

According to Lu Ye's calculations, five pounds of sesame seeds can make about 35 bottles of sesame paste and 8 bottles of sesame oil. Based on this selling price, the total profit is about 4.5 yuan.

He gives half to the seller as a commission, and he still has half left for himself. Those who make money will work harder.

"Are you really taking a 6-cent commission for every bottle I sell?" Zhao Xiaolong asked in disbelief, holding the sesame oil in his hand.

"I keep my word." Lu Ye said with a smile.

"How much do you have?" Zhao Xiaolong asked again hurriedly.

With such a sufficient commission, if there are enough goods, wouldn’t we be rich?

"I have as much as you can sell it for." Lu Ye said confidently.

Zhao Xiaolong looked at the sesame oil and sesame paste in his hands and thought for a moment.

Lu Ye opened the bag and took out all the remaining bottles.

"I'll leave these to you first. You can find someone to try to sell them to."

"I won't show up. I'll just give you all the goods. You can find someone to distribute them. As for how much commission you give to others, it's up to you. But I must remind you that the people you find must be reliable. Ma San does this very well. You can learn from him."

Sixteen bottles of sesame paste and six bottles of sesame oil were placed one by one on the kang by Lu Ye.

Zhao Xiaofeng and Zhao Xiaohu were so greedy that they were drooling.

"Do you trust me so much?" Zhao Xiaolong looked at the bottle on the kang, then looked at Lu Ye.

"I don't trust you, I trust Brother Wei. He said you are a reliable person."

"How about it? Do you want to do it or not?"

Lu Ye also looked at Zhao Xiaolong with a smile on his face.

"Dry!"

Zhao Xiaolong agreed without much thought.

He didn't quite trust Lu Ye, but he believed in Brother Wei.

Since Brother Wei can introduce himself to this person, it means that this person is also reliable.

Besides, Zhao Xiaolong also knew that this was an opportunity. Even if he only took one cent from each bottle, it would be enough for him to make money if there was sufficient supply.

It's much better than what he does with dried tofu.

After receiving Zhao Xiaolong's reply, Lu Ye smiled and extended his right hand: "Happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation!"

The two men clasped their hands tightly together.

The two then discussed some details, such as the time and location of Lu Ye's delivery to Zhao Xiaolong, how Zhao Xiaolong would return the money to him, etc.

According to Lu Ye, money and goods are settled separately.

The place where the goods are received and the place where Zhao Xiaolong distributes the goods to others must also be separated to prevent them from being framed by someone with ulterior motives and being taken away all at once.

Zhao Xiaolong has experience in this and completely agrees with Lu Ye's idea.

The two hit it off in many areas.

It's like they are old partners who have worked together for many years.

After leaving Zhao Xiaolong's house, Lu Ye walked around the county town and went to every supply and marketing cooperative to buy sesame seeds.

He had consumed nearly half of the 25 kilograms of sesame seeds he had bought earlier.

Once Zhao Xiaolong gathers all the people, sales will definitely skyrocket.

To make money,

He needs to make more sesame paste and sesame oil.