I was a daigou in the 60s

After finishing the stinky tofu, Zhang Hong wiped his mouth and said, "What equipment do you need? Just tell me. As long as it's within my budget, I can provide support."

Xiao Dongqing smiled and held up two fingers.

"Twenty thousand yuan."

"so much?"

Zhang Hong was shocked.

Twenty thousand yuan might be reasonable for a general acquisition.

But for a new investment, the amount made him hesitate.

However, Xiao Dongqing went on to explain that he had done detailed market research.

Even the design drawings and equipment for the production line have been found, now all we need is funding to start it.

He guaranteed that this investment would make Zhang Hong a fortune.

After hearing this, Zhang Hong thought about it in his mind.

Although the amount is not small, if it is really as Xiao Dongqing said.

This could be a very worthwhile investment.

He decided to give Xiao Dongqing a chance.

See if this seemingly ordinary man can really bring rich rewards.

There was full confidence in Xiao Dongqing's eyes, which shocked Zhang Hong.

The two hit it off immediately, Zhang Hong said with a smile.

"Okay! Mr. Xiao, I'll trust you this time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became serious.

"However, I will keep an eye on this assembly line at all times.

Let me make it clear in advance that if your negligence causes me to lose money, you will be fully responsible."

"Mr. Zhang, please rest assured. I promise nothing will go wrong."

Xiao Dongqing replied.

The two had a pleasant conversation and agreed to start the assembly line plan the next morning.

After a few pleasantries, Zhang Hong turned and left.

However, the moment he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared.

Instead, a grim expression appeared.

He cursed secretly and felt dissatisfied.

I am an elite in the business world. Why does Xiao Dongqing want to share profits with me?

As soon as the mechanized assembly line is completed, he plans to find an opportunity to kick Xiao Dongqing out.

This way you can enjoy double the benefits.

Thinking of this, a sinister smile appeared on Zhang Hong's lips.

Xiao Dongqing watched Zhang Hong leave with a calm look in his eyes.

In the business world, behind superficial friendliness often lies one's own little calculations.

When the other person turns his back, his true intentions become clear.

At this time, Liang Zheng jumped up excitedly.

"Holly, are we really going to use machines for production?"

He said excitedly.

"Yes, I plan to introduce 20 soy milk machines to mass-produce stinky tofu."

"At least two to three tons of soybeans are consumed every day, producing about 1,500 barrels of stinky tofu."

“The turnover is expected to reach 30,000 yuan.”

Xiao Dongqing explained.

"Thirty thousand?!"

Liang Zheng shouted in surprise, and the people around him looked at him sideways.

Realizing his own gaffe, he quickly lowered his voice.

"Thirty thousand a day, that's over nine hundred thousand a month. We're rich!"

Xiao Dongqing looked at him helplessly.

"That's just turnover, not net profit."

“You also have to deduct water and electricity charges, equipment depreciation, raw material costs and employee wages.”

"The final profit may be only one-third."

"Even if I make 10,000 yuan a day, it's still much better than setting up a stall, right?"

Liang Zheng was still very excited.

Xiao Dongqing sighed.

"Calm down first. Don't be so ostentatious. You'll scare away customers."

Only then did Liang Zheng notice that the customers around them had moved away from them.

She looked at him with strange eyes, so she quickly suppressed her emotions.

"Tomorrow I have to find a suitable place and plan the location of the assembly line."

Xiao Dongqing continued.

"Is my tofu shop not working?"

Liang Zheng asked.

"Your shop is too small. Mechanized production requires more space."

"At least two hundred square meters is enough to accommodate these devices."

Xiao Dongqing shook his head.

Liang Zheng took a breath.

"Where are we going to find such a large area?"

This question made him realize that new challenges had just begun.

Xiao Dongqing said confidently with a sneer on his face.

"You'll understand tomorrow."

Xiao Dongqing then returned to the department store to find Mudan, which he had previously entrusted to Zhang Fenglan.

"Master, what happened to the stamp?"

"Holly, I found five for you. They're all gone."

"Okay, thank you, Master." Xiao Dongqing then handed the money to Zhang Fenglan.

Now I have six stamps, which is not bad, since there is no time limit anyway.

……

The next morning, Xiao Dongqing came to the textile factory.

In the workshop, Yang Xueqin sat alone beside the assembly line, working attentively.

But there was fatigue and emptiness in his eyes.

The dark circles under her eyes were so deep that it was obvious that she had not had a good rest for many days.

There were a few whispers around, piercing my ears like needles.

"I heard that Yang Xueqin has been appearing in the Red Zone recently. Is she selling herself out there?"

"What a shame for such a nice girl."

"However, some people say that she was forced by her family. Her father is a gambler."

Although these gossips are as light as mosquitoes, they are a heavy burden for Yang Xueqin.

Xiao Dongqing frowned as he listened, a surge of sympathy in his heart.

He knows this kind of family pressure well because he was once a gambler himself.

If he hadn't turned back in time, his daughter might have faced the same dilemma.

The thought gave him a chill.

The sound of machines in the workshop is monotonous and continuous.

Xiao Dongqing took a deep breath, walked to Yang Xueqin and spoke gently.

"Let's go. I'll go with you to see Zhao Quezi."

Hearing this, Yang Xueqin's body shook violently.

She turned to look at Xiao Dongqing, her eyes full of surprise.

"You...you really want to go with me?"

Her voice was choked up.

"How could I change my mind about what I promised you?"

Xiao Dongqing said firmly.

At this moment, Yang Xueqin was very moved.

She nodded slightly, stood up, and followed Xiao Dongqing out of the workshop.

This scene caught the eyes of other workers and caused more speculation and discussion.

"Isn't that Su Zhilan's husband? Why is he with Yang Xueqin?"

"Maybe he wants to change his taste."

"Fortunately, Su Zhilan was transferred."

"Otherwise, seeing this scene, I don't know what will happen."

Even though the sounds around me were still harsh.

Xiao Dongqing turned a blind eye, as if those words did not exist at all.

Yang Xueqin felt mixed emotions. She did go to the red zone often, but she did not sell her body.

Instead, use your own wisdom and means.

He cleverly engaged in extortion to make a living.

Yang Xueqin waits at the entrance of the alley every day, waiting for customers to pay.

She quickly led her men deep into the alley.

Then he took the opportunity to escape, leaving the man embarrassed.

The money she earned was not used for herself.

Instead, he gave it to the regulars in the casino and asked them to help take care of his mother.

Yang Xueqin has always had a wish in her heart.

She wanted to explain her experience in the Red Zone to Xiao Dongqing to prove her innocence.

But every time the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

I feel that such things are neither glorious nor necessary to say out loud.

At the end of the grove, there is an abandoned factory.

It is surrounded by dilapidated walls.

This place was once a farm built by a businessman.

But later the businessman disappeared and the factory was abandoned.

Over time, this place became a safe haven for strays and animals.

It eventually evolved into an illegal gambling den.

"Xiao Dongqing, do you really want to go in?"