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

"Brother Wang Jiu, is it done?"

Liang Ming asked with a smile.

Wang Jiu nodded and said, "Your suggestion has been adopted by the leadership."

“During this period, the township has been conducting an employment census of unemployed people.”

"Besides that, I also want to thank you for reminding me to carry my weapon with me these next few days..."

At this point, Wang Jiu briefly recounted what had happened that morning.

Hearing that Wang Jiu had still run into that group of thugs, Liang Ming felt a pang of sadness.

In this life, thanks to his reminder, not only was the newlywed couple prevented from being humiliated, but Wang Jiu was also able to take control of the three thugs on the spot with a gun, thus making a great contribution.

Liang Ming felt that he had done a great thing.

"Brother Liang Ming, how did you come up with the idea to remind me to patrol with a gun?"

Did you receive some advance notice?

At this moment, Wang Jiu suddenly thought of something and asked Liang Ming.

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming's expression faltered slightly.

He naturally couldn't tell Wang Jiu that he had kindly reminded him because he had seen the newspaper about Wang Jiu's death in the line of duty in his previous life.

"Brother Wang Jiu, I just feel that there are more and more unemployed youths in the village recently, and they often gather to cause trouble."

"Carrying weapons on you is intimidating and also helps you protect yourself."

Liang Ming came up with a reasonably plausible reason.

"I see." Wang Jiu's face showed a look of sudden understanding, and then he said gratefully:

"Brother Liang Ming, no matter what, your reminder has helped me a lot."

"Come on, let me treat you to a drink."

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming pointed to the cargo in the back of the truck and said:

"Brother Wang Jiu, as you can see, I still have to go to the city to make wheat noodles, so I won't be able to have a meal with you for the time being."

"How about this, you come to my place tonight, I'll cook for you, and we'll have a few drinks?"

Wang Jiu also noticed the goods in Liang Ming's car and nodded, saying, "Okay, Brother Liang Ming, I'll come again tonight."

As he spoke, he put the Moutai liquor, Daqianmen cigarettes, and some gifts hanging on his bicycle onto Liang Ming's car.

"These are just a small token of my appreciation. Please take them."

Seeing this, Liang Ming originally wanted to exchange a few polite words.

Wang Jiu didn't give him a chance and prepared to leave on his bicycle.

Before leaving, he seemed to remember something and said to Liang Ming:

"Brother Liang Ming, there's something else I might need to tell you."

“Your ex-boyfriend somehow got a mental illness certificate proving that his brother has a mental illness, and he has now been released from the detention center.”

"You need to be careful during this time, Song Qiang might retaliate against you."

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming was taken aback and asked, "Does Song Qiang have a mental illness?"

In his past life, he had known Song Qiang for so many years, how could he not know whether the other party had a mental illness or not?

The next second, he immediately realized what was happening.

This was a crooked idea that Song Mei came up with in order to save her brother.

"Brother Wang Jiu, I understand. Thank you for reminding me," Liang Ming said.

Liang Ming wasn't particularly concerned about Song Qiang being released.

He'd better not provoke him again, or he wouldn't mind giving Song Qiang's family another heavy lesson.

After parting ways with Wang Jiu, Liang Ming drove his Shuangfeng brand diesel tricycle to the county town.

……

In front of a braised duck shop at the county middle school.

"Boss Liang, the kitchen equipment has been purchased and the display cases have been set up. We can start braising ducks anytime."

After Liang Ming arrived, Qin Fang reported on her work to him.

Liang Ming looked around the shop and saw that everything was indeed set up. As long as the ducks were braised, they could open for business.

"Now let's start braising the duck. Here's a spice packet. First, boil a pot of water and make the braising liquid."

"I'll tell you the specific braising time and steps later."

Without further ado, Liang Ming took out a pre-prepared spice packet from the car and handed it to Qin Fang.

Upon hearing this, Qin Fang's face lit up with joy, and she quickly took the spice packet to boil the braising liquid.

"You can put the ducks in in batches and braise them."

After Qin Fang had finished simmering the spice packet and released its aroma, Liang Ming spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Qin Fang quickly put the cleaned ducks into the braising pot in batches.

With Liang Ming's instruction, Qin Fang quickly mastered the techniques and steps of making braised duck.

"Boss Liang, did I make all these braised ducks? They smell so good!"

Looking at the dozens of braised ducks displayed on the counter of the braised duck shop, Qin Fang said excitedly.

"Qin Fang, you learn very quickly. You've mastered the art of making braised duck."

Liang Ming smiled and praised Qin Fang.

"Once all the ducks are braised, our shop can open for business."

Liang Ming wasn't worried that Qin Fang would run away after learning how to make braised duck.

The most crucial element of this braised duck is the spice packet.

As long as Liang Ming still has the recipe for the braising spice packet, he has no worries about Qin Fang running away.

"Boss Liang, you used to sell braised duck at a stall for 1.8 yuan per pound. Now that we have a storefront, shouldn't we raise the price?"

After Qin Fang finished braising all 200 ducks, she asked Liang Ming.

"No, the price of braised duck won't go up; it'll still be 1.8 yuan per jin," Liang Ming said, shaking his head.

"Boss Liang, won't you be at a disadvantage if you do this?" Qin Fang asked doubtfully.

After all, once she had a storefront, Liang Ming would have to pay for the rent and her salary as the store manager.

"No matter how delicious this braised duck is, it is still just food in the end."

Liang Ming shook his head and explained to Qin Fang:

"The price of our braised duck must be set at the threshold that ordinary people can afford."

"Even if the price goes up again, and it tastes great, most people won't be willing to spend money to buy it."

"At 1.8 yuan per jin, the cost is a bit higher than if I set up my own stall, but having a shop can attract people from further away to buy from me. I'll just consider it a case of small profits but quick turnover."

After listening to Liang Ming's explanation, Qin Fang nodded as if she understood but not quite.

She knew she still had a lot to learn.

If you don't understand something, just listen to your boss.

"Boss, I see that other shops all have signs. What should we name our shop?"

Qin Fang looked at Liang Ming with her beautiful eyes and asked.

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming was taken aback.

This was the first business he started after his rebirth, and he was still somewhat dazed.

"When naming a shop, it's best to be close to the products and also related to the owner."

After thinking for a few seconds, he said:

"My surname is Liang. After this duck is braised, its skin turns a dark brown color..."

"I've got it! Let's call our shop Liang Black Duck!"

"Liang Hei Ya?" Qin Fang's expression turned somewhat strange when she heard the shop name Liang Ming had chosen.

This name is so strange.

If it were anyone else naming their restaurant, they would definitely choose something like "Liang's Braised Duck," "Red Flag Braised Duck," or "Dongfanghong First-Class Braised Duck."

But for some reason, she felt that the name "Liang Hei Ya" (梁黑鸭) was better and more likely to sell well.