The dark clouds over Huaicheng dispersed, like a moody doll, saying that if she didn't cry, she wouldn't cry.

Chen Zheng is holding a pen and writing and drawing on a blank piece of paper.

As much as possible, he had to go through all the business opportunities stored in his mind.

Excluding the excessive cost of start-up capital, excluding the relationship, the rest are some less popular businesses.

The biggest means of doing business is nothing more than monopoly, and a little lower, you can also sell goods from the south to the north and hoard and sit on the ground to start the price.

But Chen Zheng only has more than 20,000 in his hands, what can he hoard?

"Tianjian, what time is it today?"

"June 8th, just after the Dragon Boat Festival."

Dragon boat festival?

Chen Zheng had a thrill in his heart, and he suddenly remembered that in the previous life, it seemed that there was a year, less than two weeks after the Dragon Boat Festival, the entire Huaicheng ushered in a huge typhoon, which destroyed the power supply station and cut off water and electricity in Huaicheng.

“2003！” Chen Zheng shook his head, constantly pondering.

All he could rely on was the memories of his previous life.

"Tianjian, go to the supermarket with me!"

Zhao Tianjian was a little confused, he didn't understand what Chen was going to do, but he still did it.

At the beginning of the millennium, supermarkets had not yet blossomed everywhere, and the entire Huaicheng was still dominated by individual convenience stores.

Zhao Tianjian looked at Chen Zheng a little dumbfounded, and threw stacks of instant noodles into the shopping cart.

"To eat instant noodles, add ham sausage." Then, he heard Chen Zheng muttering to himself.

Bags of ham sausages were thrown into the shopping cart again.

"Ah Zheng, enough is enough."

Chen Zheng did not stop, after the typhoon, there was a rest period of almost half a month, and outside Huaicheng at that time, the Huaijiang River was already flooded, and trucks could not come and go.

Coming out of the supermarket, Chen Zheng pressed some money and hired a small truck to sweep along the long street, one by one.

Of course, in order not to attract attention, the instant noodle food on the truck was specially covered with a black plastic sheet.

It just so happened that at a convenience store, he met an acquaintance.

Liang Mingyuan, an unrestrained Huaicheng poet, is taking a few younger students to play along the way.

"Ah, the June wind."

"Blowing up the river and my mother's forehead lines."

......

Such a kind of bullshit "If you are okay, it will be a sunny day", Chen Zheng has always wanted to ignore it.

It's a pity that after Liang Mingyuan finished "ah", he walked towards Chen Zheng with his hands behind his back.

"It's a crisp day in June, and it's not good to eat too much instant noodles, and I don't touch this kind of junk food." Liang Mingyuan Nunu mouth.

Chen Zheng, who was carrying two boxes of instant noodles, was too lazy to take care of it.

If you have the ability, don't eat, and don't eat when the water and electricity are cut off.

"Chen Zheng, do you want to buy so many instant noodles as a gift to bring back to the countryside? Ha, yes, those relatives in the countryside may not have tasted it. Liang Mingyuan followed, unrelenting.

"I'm a rural person, and I'm going to go back to my hometown and buy it back to open a commissary." Chen Zheng laughed, he wished that the annoying dog would go away.

"I knew it! People like you who don't learn and don't know how to do it, where is the couplet worthy, shit luck scribble! ”

The last time he lost face on the old pen and ink street, Liang Mingyuan has always hated it.

"I've published seven poetry books and two prose essays, and even I can't match them, how can you be right? I'll just say, it must be blind, right? ”

"You guessed it." Chen Zheng sighed.

He wanted to have no quarrel, but all he thought about was to try his best to make money and stand at the top of the pyramid.

Liang Mingyuan rolled his eyes and squinted at Chen Zheng, "That's it, go back to the countryside to open a commissary, you take too little, it just so happens that I have a relative who does wholesale, I asked him to send more." ”

Don't look at Liang Mingyuan's appearance of being clean and high, in fact, in order to mix up more living expenses, sometimes he will help his relatives pull down the business and eat commissions.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it back and eat it myself, and if you take too much and spoil it, you'll die." Chen Zheng hurriedly waved his hand.

Zhao Tianjian stood behind Chen Zheng, rubbed his nose, and started again......

Liang Mingyuan shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and shook the Motoraro mobile phone in his hand, "Classmate Chen Zheng, the call has been made, we can't be untrustworthy." ”

Chen Zheng's face was full of sorrow, so he had to nod.

"Fool!" Following Liang Mingyuan, many people came up with this idea.

"Hoarding instant noodles? It's so fresh! Someone laughed.

Huaicheng these days, although a little boring, but in general, the weather is still very good, besides, the road outside, there are trucks coming and going, and there are a lot of goods in and out every day.

Hoarding instant noodles is a joke.

Although Zhao Tianjian didn't understand why Chen Zheng did this, he knew that Chen Zheng must have his own reasons for doing things, such as the last time he sawed off a two-inch table leg on the computer desk.

"Don't let him sneak away, I'll treat you to shaved ice later." Liang Mingyuan sneered.

If the business is completed, the commission he will receive from his relatives will be at least a few hundred. He has been a little short of money recently, and he has submitted several articles about love and hatred but have not been published.

So, Liang Mingyuan and a few people deliberately stood in a circle quietly and surrounded Chen Zheng.

Soon, a middle-aged man with five big and three thick feet came to Chen Zheng's side with a cigarette in his mouth and a big three-wheeler.

On the big three wheels, dozens of boxes of instant noodles are densely stacked.

"Uncle, it's fast." Liang Mingyuan said with a smile.

"Mingyuan, what about people?" The middle-aged man got out of the car and his tone was wide open.

This is exactly what Liang Mingyuan thinks, his uncle, usually looks a little fierce, at first glance, he thought he was back from a labor camp. With a hairy boy like Chen Zheng who has just come out of society, even if he buys and sells, he will suffer this loss!

Of course, the commission is also decided.

Liang Mingyuan smiled, raised his hand, and pointed to Chen Zheng and the two who were squatting under the tree.

The middle-aged man nodded, wiped his face and walked over, grabbed the calculator from the top pocket of his shirt, and crackled it.

"A box of thirty bags, seventy boxes, since you are Mingyuan's friend, count you two thousand yuan." The middle-aged man stomped on the concrete floor and stretched out his hand.

To be honest, this is not expensive, in fact, this batch of instant noodles in the warehouse of a middle-aged man has been piled up for a long time and cannot be sold.

If it's okay, as long as people aren't stupid, they won't buy so much instant noodles to take home.

Again, trucks come and go, hoarding is a joke.

In everyone's eyes, Chen Zheng seemed to grit his teeth unwillingly, took out two thousand yuan, and handed it to the middle-aged man.

Liang Mingyuan approached quietly and took the kickback.

"Uncle, call all the wholesalers you know, let's knock a lot, let me tell you, this kid got a bonus last time!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he smiled on his face, "Really do this?" Will he buy it? What do you want so many instant noodles for? ”

"Whatever! It's just a big head of waste, and I was so excited that I didn't even dare to fart. ”

The middle-aged man smiled, quickly took out his mobile phone, and happily dialed a few calls to go out.

Liang Mingyuan walked in front of Chen Zheng, with a very fake smile on his white face, "Chen Zheng, my uncle will help you continue to find goods, don't you know what to do, let me tell you, my uncle has been in prison before, and he hates others touching him the most." ”

Chen Zheng shook his body and complied with Liang Mingyuan's wishes.

In fact, Chen Zheng smiled in his heart, he was originally worried that it would take too much time to sweep the convenience stores one by one, but now it is good, they are all delivered to the door by themselves, anyway, the convenience stores take the goods, and they also have to take them from the wholesalers.

"That's right, it's just a big little thing, Brother Li, I can tell you, instant noodles have not been selling well recently, this is a rare opportunity! Come on, just outside the supermarket street. The middle-aged man hung up the phone and glanced at Liang Mingyuan.

Liang Mingyuan pointed at Chen Zheng.

The middle-aged man nodded, indicating that he understood, he was also afraid that this little thing would run away, such a good opportunity to make money, and he would eat rebates.

No matter who looks at it, Chen Zheng at this moment is like a lamb, waiting to be slaughtered.

Only Chen Zheng thinks so, he is a tiger king in the forest, wolves, jackals, and all the food they hunt is sent to him.

Wait, two weeks later, you'll be crying!

In the last life, the Dragon Boat Festival typhoon, it is said that the wholesalers of the entire Huaicheng made a small profit.

And in this life, the money that those wholesalers should have earned was personally sent to Chen Zheng's pocket.

That's called hoarding!