As the parents get older, they have less and less work to do, so in order not to be eliminated by society, they have the idea of fighting for a breath and have the idea of doing business.

There are two sides to this idea, because the parents have no experience in business and are afraid of losing money. Another reason is that the little savings that my parents have worked hard for so many years can be used to start a small business.

So I came up with the idea of opening a small shop in the city where I lived, and when the idea came out, my parents readily agreed, after all, this business does not cost physical effort, just remember the price of the item, and when others come to buy it, how much money will be made up for others.

As soon as the idea of the commissary came out, the parents went to see several storefronts, and after half a month of careful selection, there was a small storefront in the center of the city, and the price was very cheap.

I went to see how many square meters the façade was, my parents had already bought it, spent more than half of their savings, and used the rest of the money to decorate.

By the time the renovation was completed, the parents had already put the goods they bought on the shelves and turned them into a commissary.

As time went by, the commissary's business was sometimes good and sometimes bad, but we were able to keep going. The first time I did business, I didn't know anything at all, and the customer came to buy something, and immediately stepped forward to follow him. It makes the customer feel embarrassed and thinks he thinks he is a thief, and he leaves without buying anything.

The commissary has been open for more than half a year, and business is becoming weaker and weaker, and at this time a bad luck comes. The store was unlicensed, and the government immediately took back the right to use it, but fortunately we got our money back. But without the commissary, I saw that the house full of goods could not be sold, and my heart suddenly felt empty.

Just when my parents and I were slowly getting rid of the heat, I thought of another idea, isn't there a house in my hometown? The first floor is so wide that as long as it is renovated, it can be turned into a large supermarket.

My parents listened to my advice and used the savings they had saved for half a year to decorate, and a week later, the first floor of the wooden house in my hometown turned into a large supermarket.

From the commissary to the hypermarket, the ups and downs in between, as long as my parents and I know, those sweats will never be wiped away.

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