After being reborn, the school beauty's entire family knelt down to repent.

Chen Ming and Li Yong found a roadside stall and ordered two bowls of hot beef noodles.

A busy day left Chen Ming exhausted, but after finishing this bowl of noodles, his fatigue dissipated considerably.

"Ming-ge, how is your brain structured? You're spouting off one thing after another, I'm completely dumbfounded."

Li Yong slurped his noodles while mumbling his praise.

Chen Ming smiled and said, "That's called business acumen. You should learn more about it in the future."

"That's right, that's right. If I follow Brother Ming, I'll definitely never go hungry!" Li Yong grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth.

After finishing his noodles, Chen Ming didn't go straight home, but instead went to the printing factory.

He needs to print some management rules and regulations, as well as promotional posters for the shops.

Printing technology in the 1980s was still relatively backward, so Chen Ming had to patiently explain his requirements to the printing factory workers again and again.

"Master, the font needs to be bigger and more eye-catching, and the color should be brighter, preferably red, for a festive look!"

"And this paper, we need to use better quality, so it doesn't tear easily in the wind."

"Most importantly, the layout must be neat and not crooked or crooked, otherwise it will look uncomfortable."

The printing factory worker, annoyed by his incessant rambling, waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, I got it. You know more about printing than I do!"

Chen Ming chuckled: "Master, please put in more effort. When business is good, you'll definitely get a share of the profits."

Upon hearing the word "benefits," the master's expression softened somewhat.

"Okay, okay, I'll try my best to get it done for you."

Chen Ming bid farewell to the printing factory workers and returned home, rubbing his temples.

Pushing open the door, the aroma of food wafted out, and Dad, Chen Yitian, was humming a little tune as he cooked.

Seeing Chen Ming return, he said with a smile, "Son, you're back? You must be exhausted. Go wash your hands and eat."

Chen Ming wanted to say he had already eaten, but thinking about how he had been busy with the underground shopping mall project lately and hadn't had much time to spend with his family, he nodded.

After a quick wash, the father and son sat at the table. Chen Yitian kept putting food on Chen Ming's plate and asked him about the mall.

Chen Ming picked out some interesting stories to tell, such as the embarrassing situation of the "King of Gutter Oil" when he was turned away.

And that weasel-faced man, in order to grab a shop spot, boasted about his extensive "connections."

As a result, he turned pale with fright after hearing Chen Ming's few words.

Chen Yitian laughed heartily upon hearing this, repeatedly praising his son's abilities, and then gave him some advice:

"Son, this business is big, but it also attracts a lot of trouble. You have to be careful and don't let anyone find a handle against you."

……

The printed rules and regulations and promotional posters were delivered to Chen Ming.

He checked it carefully and nodded with relief after confirming that everything was correct.

The next day, Chen Ming summoned all the shop owners and formulated a series of rules and regulations.

Prices of goods must be clearly marked, and price gouging is strictly prohibited.

Product quality must meet national standards; substandard products are strictly prohibited.

The environment must be kept clean and disinfected regularly.

Businesses must compete fairly, and malicious competition is strictly prohibited.

Next, the establishment of the "Underground Market Management Committee" was announced, and Chen Ming began to set up the management committee.

He selected some shrewd, capable, and responsible merchants to form a management team.

"Everyone, if our underground market is to develop in the long term, it must have rules."

Chen Ming spoke in a serious tone at the first management committee meeting.

"I have formulated some rules and regulations. Please take a look and feel free to offer any suggestions."

Chen Ming distributed the printed rules and regulations to everyone.

The document details the shop's operating hours, hygiene standards, safety measures, and procedures for handling customer complaints.

These regulations immediately sparked discontent among some businesses. One snack vendor muttered:

"Mr. Chen, these regulations are too strict! We're just a small business, how can we possibly be so meticulous?" a snack vendor complained.

“That’s right, with hygiene inspections and safety training, how can we possibly have that much time?” another merchant selling daily necessities chimed in.

Another shop owner chimed in, "That's right. When we were setting up our stalls on the street, there weren't so many rules, and we still managed to do business, didn't we?"

Chen Ming glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice, "I know that some of you are used to being free and undisciplined. These regulations may seem a bit harsh to you, but they are for everyone's benefit. Only by regulating market management can we prevent price gouging, selling inferior goods as superior ones, and ensure the healthy development of our underground market."

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished! The reason I established these rules and regulations is to protect the interests of all businesses."

This is also to ensure the long-term and stable development of underground markets.

If you find these rules unacceptable, you are welcome to withdraw; I will not force you.

Although Chen Ming's tone was forceful, it was full of confidence.

The group looked at each other, and in the end, no one chose to back out.

They all understood that Chen Ming was right; only by following the rules could they survive in this market.

Those merchants who were originally dissatisfied no longer dared to voice their objections and could only obediently nod in agreement.

Chen Ming continued, "I know that implementing these rules may be somewhat difficult."

"Therefore, I have decided to establish a dedicated management team to oversee and enforce these rules and regulations. I will personally lead this team, and anyone who dares to violate the rules will be severely punished!"

Chen Ming's iron-fisted approach intimidated all the businesses.

Over the next few days, Chen Ming was extremely busy.

He personally oversaw the team's formation, trained management personnel, and formulated specific reward and punishment measures.

He also regularly inspects the underground market, checks on the businesses' operations, and promptly addresses any problems he finds.

With the official opening of the underground market, Chen Ming's reputation grew.

One evening, Chen Ming was checking accounts in his office when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.

He frowned, got up and walked to the door, where he saw a well-dressed woman arguing with a clothing store owner.

"Your clothes are fake! I spent a lot of money to buy them, and they're counterfeit! You have to give me a refund!" the woman shouted angrily.

"Madam, please calm down. We can discuss any issues calmly."

The shop owner said with a forced smile, "These clothes are absolutely genuine. I got them from the Canton Fair..."

"The Canton Fair? Who are you kidding! I came back from Hong Kong, and this style of clothing is not available at the Canton Fair at all!"

The woman interrupted her boss, her tone becoming even sharper.

"I'm telling you, if you don't give me my money back today, I'm going to sue you!"

Seeing this, Chen Ming walked over and asked, "What happened?"