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

"Smuggling foreign goods, such as tape recorders, watches..." Seeing that his sister wanted to know, Song Qiang did not hide anything and said with a sinister smile.

Upon hearing Song Qiang's words, Song San and Zhou Min's eyes lit up.

"Selling tape recorders and watches? That's a good business."

Song San said:

"City people love tape recorders and watches these days. If you could sell these things, you'd definitely make a fortune."

“But son, neither this tape recorder nor this watch is cheap.”

Zhou Min thought about it more deeply and asked in return:

"Even if you smuggled it in from abroad, it would still cost you a lot of money to sell it, right?"

"Mom, you don't understand. These tape recorders and watches sell for tens or hundreds of yuan each here."

"But abroad, those are worthless things, costing only about ten dollars."

Song Qiang chuckled sinisterly and said:

"We only need to spend a few hundred dollars to make more than ten times the profit."

Upon hearing Song Qiang's words, Song San and Zhou Min could no longer sit still.

That's more than ten times the profit! Spend 100 and earn 1000, spend 1000 and earn 1!

Who can resist such temptation?

Immediately, the two decided to take out the thousand or so yuan they had saved for their son's funeral and give it to him to start a business.

"Little brother, these tape recorders and watches can only be sold in department stores. Would it be wrong for us to sell them privately?"

Song Mei hesitated for a moment and asked.

She always felt that this deal wasn't quite right.

"Sister, what's wrong with this? There are plenty of people selling this kind of stuff on the black market right now."

Song Qiang said dismissively.

"That's right, Xiaomei, if you can't help your brother, fine, but don't discourage him from doing business."

Zhou Min snapped at Song Mei.

"Instead of wasting your time, you should hurry up and think about where to find a rich boss to marry so you can raise some capital for your brother's business."

Song San echoed this sentiment.

"Dad, Mom, that's not what I meant..."

Hearing her parents' words, Song Mei felt a little wronged.

I was just worried about my younger brother.

In their eyes, it's like they're hindering their brother from making money.

……

Liang Ming was unaware that Song Qiang had been released from the detention center with the help of Song Mei, who had sold her body.

They had no idea that Song Qiang planned to sell these illegally imported appliances.

Even if he knew, he would only scoff at it. If Song Qiang dared to accept such electrical appliances transported in by large aircraft, he would be committing smuggling in this era.

If you get caught, it won't just be a jail sentence; you might even be forced to eat peanuts!

The next morning, after Liang Ming got up and washed up, he rode his old bicycle to Stone Village.

"Brother Liang Ming, what brings you here? I was just about to have someone deliver the ducks and duck feathers over."

Zhang Wen, the village chief of Stone Village, looked at Liang Ming with some surprise and asked.

"Village Chief Zhang, do you want to buy or sell?"

Liang Ming asked with a smile.

Zhang Wen's eyes lit up when he heard this.

During this period, Liang Ming was buying ducks and purchasing duck feathers in their village.

However, it brought considerable income to their village.

"Yes, of course I want it!" Zhang Wen said without hesitation. "Brother Liang Ming, what kind of deal are you talking about?"

"Village Chief Zhang, how much does the grain feed for the ducks at your village's farm cost per kilogram?"

Liang Ming looked directly at Zhang Wen and asked.

Although he didn't know why Liang Ming suddenly asked this, Zhang Wen still answered truthfully, "About nine cents a pound, I guess?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Village Chief Zhang, I have even cheaper feed here, about 1500 jin a day, only 8 cents a jin, what do you think..."

"Eight cents a pound? What kind of food is that?" Zhang Wen asked curiously.

"Let's make this clear first: our village doesn't want food that's too bad."

"Don't worry, it's definitely high-quality food..."

Liang Ming smiled and then briefly explained how he had contracted the cotton mill in Liangjia Village to produce cottonseed oil.

The cotton mill now consumes 2000 jin of cottonseed every day.

In addition to the 400 jin of cottonseed oil extracted, about 1500 jin of cottonseed residue will remain.

"Cottonseed residue? That's good stuff." Zhang Wen was also somewhat tempted after hearing Liang Ming's words.

After all, the price of 8 cents per pound is indeed very attractive.

“Of course it’s good stuff, Village Chief Zhang. I’ll use this cottonseed residue to feed the ducks; it will make their meat firmer.”

Liang Ming said with a smile.

"If the duck meat is of good quality, wouldn't that mean it will sell better?"

"It saves money and allows us to sell duck meat at a higher price—it's a win-win situation!"

Zhang Wen was completely convinced by Liang Ming.

He said, "Brother Liang Ming, can we negotiate the price of 8 cents?"

“Village Chief Zhang, this price is already very reasonable, it can’t be lowered any further,” Liang Ming said, feigning difficulty.

Zhang Wen was not surprised by Liang Ming's answer.

The price of 8 cents per pound may seem small, but it's only 1 cent less per pound than the feed cost at the current Shitou Village farm.

But with a quantity of 1500 jin, that's 15 yuan saved per day.

Over the course of a month, this saved nearly 500 yuan in food expenses.

That's enough for their village to buy three or four more cows.

“Alright then, let’s go for 8 cents a pound,” Zhang Wen immediately decided.

……

After agreeing on the deal to supply cottonseed residue to the Shitou Village breeding farm, Liang Ming returned to Liangjia Village first.

When the people from Stone Village send ducks and duck feathers later, they will also take the cottonseed residue back with them.

When Liang Ming arrived at the village cotton mill, he happened to run into the village chief, Liang Jianguo.

"Xiao Ming, you've come at the right time. I have a question I'd like to ask for your opinion on."

Our factory presses cottonseed oil every day, and in addition to producing 400 jin of oil, we also have a lot of cottonseed residue left over.

Should we dump this cottonseed residue into the field to make compost, or...?

Upon seeing Liang Ming, Liang Jianguo immediately inquired about him.

Upon hearing Liang Jianguo bring up this matter, Liang Ming raised an eyebrow and said, "Compost? No, that's too wasteful."

“But if we don’t use it for composting, isn’t it a waste to just throw all this cottonseed residue away?” Liang Jianguo said.

"Throw them all away? Of course not," Liang Ming said with a smile.

"I have already reached an agreement with Village Chief Zhang of Stone Village."

From now on, we will sell all the cottonseed residue from our factory to their village to feed the ducks.

"It's 8 cents a pound; they send people to collect it every day."

When Liang Jianguo heard Liang Ming's words, he was completely stunned: "They've all been sold? And at 8 cents a pound?"

“Yes, I came to the factory to tell you that when the people from Shitou Village come to haul away cottonseed residue, please let them pass,” Liang Ming said.

"Liang Ming, you're really something. You can even sell cottonseed residue for money."

Liang Jianguo praised Liang Ming, saying...

"It's just a little money," Liang Ming said dismissively.

"At a purchase price of 8 cents per kilogram, the 1500 kilograms of cottonseed residue produced by the cotton mill every day can be sold for 120 yuan. And that's just small change?"

Upon hearing this, Liang Jianguo's lips twitched slightly, and he said, "Liang Ming, if you can find another business that allows the villagers to earn over a hundred yuan a day, then the village chief will truly admire you."

Liang Ming smiled and said, "Village chief, I actually have a business opportunity that can make the whole village a lot of money, even more than the current cottonseed oil business. Do you want to hear it?"