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

"Dad, Mom, I don't want to drop out of school, I don't want to marry a fool."

Liang Jing hid behind her mother, Li Lan, and said with a frightened expression.

"Xiaojing, your Uncle Li is doing this all for your own good. You must understand his good intentions."

Before Li Lan could speak, Wang Li spoke first.

"You should take this as a token of your appreciation. My sister doesn't need it."

Just then, Liang Ming walked in from outside the courtyard and said coldly to Wang Li.

"If all else fails, you can marry your son or daughter to them. I remember your family also has a son and a daughter."

Liang Ming, who was outside the courtyard, had already understood Wang Li's purpose.

Because he broke off his engagement with Song Mei, the matter of Wang Li coming to his door in his previous life to persuade his sister to marry a fool was turned into an arranged marriage.

He married the lame daughter of Wang Li's friend, and his sister married the mentally challenged son of Wang Li's friend.

When Wang Li saw Liang Ming enter, his expression didn't change much. He seemed to be looking at a junior with little future, and arrogantly said:

"How can you talk like that? My son and daughter are both very outstanding. How could they marry into such a family?"

“Wang Li, your son and daughter are outstanding. If they won’t marry into that family of disabled people, why don’t you let my son and daughter marry into them?” Liang Min said with a stern face.

Wang Li then realized he had let something slip, but his expression quickly returned to normal after a moment of panic, and he said arrogantly:

“Old Min, I’m a bit blunt, please don’t mind, but you know what kind of person your son is, he doesn’t even have a decent job.”

"I finally found a marriage partner, but then I had to cancel the engagement because I thought the woman's asking price was too high."

"Now, matchmakers outside shake their heads as soon as they hear about your son's situation."

"Only my friend doesn't care that your son doesn't have a proper business, and is willing to marry his daughter to him. He even promised to take your son into business with him after he becomes his son-in-law."

At this point, Wang Li paused for a moment, then continued:

“Given your son’s situation, in a few more years, even fewer girls will be willing to marry him, and he will be stuck as a bachelor for the rest of his life.”

Upon hearing Wang Li's words, Liang Min and Li Lan fell silent.

As a worker at a state-owned sugar factory, Liang Min originally had the right to have her son inherit her job.

However, his son Liang Ming had previously made a mistake at the factory as a temporary worker and was fired.

In this era, the older generation believes that a young man without a proper job is no different from a vagrant or a vagrant, and no girl or elder would like him.

"Who said my brother doesn't have a proper job? My brother went to the county town today to set up a stall and sell braised duck!"

Liang Jing, standing to the side, gritted her teeth and said to Wang Li.

"Selling braised duck?" Wang Li was taken aback at first, then scoffed, "You mean those snack stalls at the market?"

"How much money can you make here? You might as well work as a temporary worker in a factory!"

"At least it's a respectable job, and it's something to be proud of."

Hearing Wang Li's contemptuous words, Liang Min and her husband's expressions turned rather unpleasant.

They didn't know if their son had made any money selling braised duck at a stall in the county town, but they were still unhappy to see others talking about their child like that.

Seeing his parents' worried faces, Liang Ming's expression turned solemn.

In his past life, he always worried his parents. Before marriage, he needed their help. After marriage, Song Mei's family leeched off him. If Liang Ming didn't earn money, he would be suppressed and ridiculed by Song Mei in various ways.

For the sake of maintaining harmony in the family with their good-for-nothing son, Liang Min and his wife continuously used their own salaries, and even their retirement pensions, to help him.

From this day forward, he will make his parents proud and make them stand tall with confidence.

"Uncle Wang Li, it seems you've made quite a bit of money these past few years since you were fired from the sugar factory and started your own business. I wonder what kind of business you're in?"

Liang Ming looked at Wang Li and asked.

"I won't go into what kind of business it is, but it's definitely profitable." Wang Li glanced at Liang Min beside him, wanting to show off, "I only make about 20 yuan a day."

At this point, in front of Liang Min, he said to Liang Ming, "However, this daily income of 20 yuan is equivalent to half a month's salary for your father."

"Wang Li, you!" Liang Min's expression darkened upon hearing Wang Li's words. After all, no father wants to be outdone by someone else in front of his child.

Seeing Liang Min get the short end of the stick, Wang Li looked smug.

"Twenty yuan a day? That's really not much." Liang Ming, who was standing to the side, chuckled and shook his head when he heard this.

Wang Li's smile froze for a moment, then he turned to Liang Min and said sarcastically, "Old Min, your son has quite the ambition. Earning 20 yuan a day isn't much? Looks like he made quite a bit of money selling braised duck for the first time today!"

Liang Min and Li Lan both looked at Liang Ming with some concern, wondering why their son was talking big at this time.

If Wang Li were to take things too seriously and confront them, he would be exposed immediately.

"Selling braised duck at a stall is just a small business, and I don't earn much. Today I only made about 50 yuan."

Liang Ming chuckled softly and said.

As he spoke, he took out a wad of money from the bamboo basket, in both red and green denominations.

It looks like it costs about forty or fifty yuan!

When this wad of money was taken out, Wang Li was immediately stunned.

"How is that possible? You just sell cooked food at a stall, how could you possibly make so much money?!"

Wang Li said in disbelief.

He worked hard every day dealing with grain and meat coupons, as well as other non-staple food coupons, earning only about ten yuan a day. Only when the market was good could he earn 20 yuan a day.

In addition, after the state lifted restrictions on meat sales in the mid-80s, many people went to private vegetable markets, farmers' markets, and large fairs to buy meat and vegetables, and their reliance on grain and meat coupons was not as great as before.

Wang Li's business of trading grain and meat coupons is becoming increasingly difficult.

How did Liang Min's good-for-nothing son manage to make money by casually running a food stall?

"Because my braised duck is a unique delicacy; you won't find another place in the entire county that makes the same thing. Don't you understand the principle that scarcity makes things valuable?"

Liang Ming glanced at Wang Li and sneered:

"But Uncle Wang Li, I think I saw you dealing in grain and oil coupons outside the county supply and marketing cooperative before?"

"This business is a bit dangerous, so you should be careful and not go in."

Liang Ming's words were not a curse against Wang Li, but rather a statement about a fact that had occurred in his previous life.

Wherever there are people, there is trade. Black market merchants who traded grain and oil coupons were very common in the early 80s.

Under normal circumstances, the higher-ups turn a blind eye.

But in his previous life, Wang Li was just so unlucky that he happened to encounter a case of stolen grain and oil coupons. He also happened to receive the grain and oil coupons stolen by that "Buddha". In the end, he was spotted by the police and caught red-handed.