Reborn in 1985: From Selling Braised Duck to Becoming the World's Richest Man

After returning to the village, Liang Ming went to the homestead again to check on the progress of the foundation construction of the small villa, and then went home to cook dinner.

When Liang Min and her husband, along with her sister Liang Jing, returned, the courtyard was already filled with the aroma of stir-fried farm-style dishes.

On the small dining table were stewed pork ribs with potatoes, stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, stir-fried river shrimp with chives, and a pot of winter melon and pork trotter soup.

"Ever since my eldest brother broke off his engagement with Song Mei and stopped giving money to that family, our meals have improved."

Liang Jing sighed.

Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Liang Min nodded in agreement.

Before, my son was obsessed with Song Mei. He would give all the money he earned to Song Mei, and even move all the rice, flour and cooking oil from our house to Song Mei's house.

However, since Liang Ming is their son, they couldn't say anything.

"Son, have you found a buyer for the cottonseed oil from the village cotton mill?"

Do you want Dad to help you find a way?

During the meal, Liang Min spoke up and asked Liang Ming a question.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry, I've already found a market for cottonseed oil..."

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming smiled.

He briefly mentioned his upcoming collaboration with Cai Han, a sister of Jiang Meizhuang.

After hearing Liang Ming's words, Liang Ming and his wife were both taken aback.

"How much? The cottonseed oil produced by the cotton mill can sell for 600 yuan a day now."

"A net profit of 300 yuan?"

Liang Min was the first to exclaim in surprise:

"My goodness, son, isn't your daily income now equivalent to what I earned in half a year at the state-owned sugar factory?"

Liang Ming nodded, then shook his head and said, "Dad, you're not right. To be precise, my daily income from selling cottonseed oil is equivalent to more than half a year's income for you."

I also have income from duck feathers, mountain produce, river seafood, and braised duck, which I haven't included in the figures.

Hearing her son's words, Liang Min was completely speechless.

He used to boast that his job as a worker in the state-owned sugar factory was a secure, iron rice bowl.

But now, seeing the income his son is making from his business, he's starting to get tempted.

"Honey, do you think it's too late for me to quit my job and start my own business?" Liang Min asked.

Upon hearing this, Li Lan immediately slapped his head and said:

"No way! Don't even think about quitting your job. With your honest and simple nature, you're bound to lose money in business!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Min gave an awkward smile: "Wife, I was just joking."

He knew his wife was right.

In those days, a worker's position in a state-owned enterprise could be passed down to one's own children.

Moreover, the sugar factory is about to carry out a new round of housing allocation, and he and his wife should be able to get a villa of about 90 square meters in the factory area.

Quitting now would be such a waste!

After dissuading her husband from resigning, Li Lan turned to Liang Ming and said, "Son, this Boss Jiang not only buys your mountain produce and river delicacies."

"They even helped you find markets for your cottonseed oil; you should thank them properly."

Hearing his mother's words, Liang Ming nodded and was about to agree.

Unexpectedly, Li Lan changed the subject and asked Liang Ming:

"Son, you seem to have mentioned before that Mr. Jiang is not married yet, right?"

How much older is she than you? Is she pretty?

"Mom, what are you trying to do? Don't you dare try to set us up like this?"

Upon hearing Li Lan's words, Liang Ming's expression immediately turned strange, and he asked warily.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just feel that this girl has helped you so much, and Mom wants to cook for her herself to thank her."

As if her feelings had been exposed, Li Lan quickly made an excuse:

"Besides, she doesn't acknowledge you as her godbrother anymore, so I'm practically her godmother now."

"Can't a godmother even see her goddaughter?"

Seeing his mother, Li Lan, climbing up the pole, Liang Ming's lips twitched slightly.

His intuition told him that his mother, Li Lan, wanting to see Jiang Meizhuang was definitely not a simple matter.

"Mom, are you sure it's just a meeting?" Liang Ming asked doubtfully.

"Never mind me, just tell me, are you going to call someone or not?" Li Lan said.

Liang Ming was about to say no, but seeing his mother's sharp gaze, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Mom, I'll ask about it later."

Finally, Liang Ming had no other choice but to say...

“If Sister Meizhuang doesn’t want to come, I won’t force her.”

“Okay, then I’ll go to the market to buy some meat after get off work tomorrow,” Li Lan said.

"..." Liang Ming's lips twitched slightly.

Judging from his mother's words, he knew he had to invite Jiang Meizhuang over tomorrow.

After dinner and washing up, Liang Ming went back to his room to rest.

……

Song Family Village.

With a mental illness certificate issued by the township health center, Song Mei went to great lengths to get Song Qiang out of the township police station.

As soon as Song Qiang got home, he sat down at the dining table and began to wolf down his food.

"Xiaoqiang, you've had a tough time inside, you've even lost weight!"

Seeing this scene, Song's mother, Zhou Min, felt sorry for her son and, with a mournful face, said:

"It's all that damned Liang Ming's fault for harming you like this."

"Our family is not finished with him!"

Song San chimed in, "That's right, son. Let's find an opportunity to strike Liang Ming from behind and teach him a lesson."

Song Mei did not refute her parents' words.

Liang Ming had caused her brother so much suffering, even costing her her body, so she resented him.

After Song Qiang went to the police station, he became calm and gloomy.

"Dad, this kind of fighting and killing isn't fashionable anymore. I don't want to go in there again."

Song Qiang said with a cold expression.

"Son, are you really just going to let this go like this?"

Upon hearing his son's words, Song San quickly replied.

"No, we definitely won't let it go like this!"

Song Qiang said in a sinister tone:

"I won't let Liang Ming off the hook, but not through violence. Hasn't he been doing business lately?"

"I'm going to do business too. Once I've made some money, I'll have plenty of ways to kill him!"

During his time at the institute, Song Qiang heard a lot of stories from the people there.

I've learned that there are so many ways to make someone miserable.

Beating someone up is just a very low-level tactic.

"Son, Mom supports you. Once you've made some money, we'll deal with Liang Ming slowly."

Zhou Min clapped her hands in support and said.

Song San nodded in agreement.

Seeing her younger brother and parents so excited, Song Mei felt uneasy for some reason.

"Little brother, have you decided what kind of business to start?" Song Mei asked.

Upon hearing this, both Mr. and Mrs. Song looked at Song Qiang with equal curiosity.

"I suffered a lot inside, but I also met some big shots and learned some things about the underworld."

Seeing his parents and sister looking at him, Song Qiang grinned mischievously and said:

"I know a way to make money. It's risky, but the returns are high, and it's quick."

"If you do a good job, you can become a millionaire in three days!"

Upon hearing this, Song Mei's eyes lit up slightly, and she asked, "Little brother, what's the secret to making so much money?"

In order to rescue her younger brother, she even gave herself away.

Naturally, she hoped that after her younger brother became rich, he would make her proud.