Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Zhou Qi knew in his previous life that Qiangzi was selling cables. Now that he wanted to make some money from it, he naturally had to discuss it with Qiangzi first.

When Qiangzi heard this, he nodded in belief.

After all, if Zhou Qi didn't have any connections, how could the scrap yard dare to raise the cable recycling price without authorization?

He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Qi, although I'm not in the factory today, I heard that the factory has dismantled a lot of cables. I can send them to you tomorrow. How much is it?"

"Well, about this matter..." Zhou Qi sighed softly.

"What's going on?" Qiangzi was a little panicked when he saw this, and asked quickly: "Brother Qi, you are not going to regret it, are you?"

Zhou filled a glass of beer for himself, frowned, and said after a moment of silence: "Okay, I'll charge you four dollars per pound of cable."

"Hey, Brother Qi, you're such a good brother!" Qiangzi happily wanted to toast with Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi raised his glass, but did not clink his glasses with his immediately. Instead, he lowered his voice and said, "I have to make it clear to you. Although I accepted the offer, my friend is not happy about it. You should also say hello to the brothers in your team. Next time you come, don't talk nonsense and keep your mouth shut. Don't let a word provoke my partner to turn against you. If he refuses to accept the offer, I won't be able to help you."

"Also, don't spread rumors outside that I paid a high price for the goods. To put it bluntly, this is called stealing business. I won't make a penny, and I may even get into trouble. Don't let this hurt our friendship!"

These words are both a reminder and a warning.

"Brother Qi, how dare I say that?" Qiangzi said firmly, "Don't say you don't allow me to say it. Even if you want me to publicize it, I don't dare. The people in my team are more tight-lipped than me. If this gets out, we will lose our jobs. We are not stupid!"

"Okay, when can it be delivered tomorrow?" Zhou Qi asked.

"Around ten o'clock, I'll pack up after work and send it to you." Qiangzi replied.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the scrap yard." Zhou Qi paused and asked, "Do you know how much your factory charges for cotton per pound?"

"One cent." Qiangzi said while chewing peanuts, "Why, Brother Qi, you want to sell cotton to the factory? I'm telling you, no way!"

"Why?" Zhou Qi asked curiously.

"Brother Qi, you also understand that the factory's demand is so great, no matter how much cotton there is, it will be useless." Qiangzi lowered his voice again, "Many people are sent in through connections, and the quality of the cotton is just so-so. The really good cotton cannot be sold by farmers.

I plant every year, but I lose money every year. I can't not plant. If I plant, at least I can sell it at a low price. If I can't make money, I can make some clothes myself. If I don't plant, the land will go barren."

"Can't we grow some other crops?" Zhou Qi asked again.

"What to grow? Some people have tried, but the yield is low and there is no market for what they grow. Most of them produce and sell for themselves, and grow as much as they eat." Qiangzi shook his head and sighed, "It seems that our land is suitable for growing cotton."

Qiangzi was born in a farming family and has the most say in this regard.

This was the status quo of that era - scattered small-scale peasant economy, lacking the concept of collective cooperation. Later, the rise of cooperatives changed this situation, giving farmers more opportunities to make money. But now... times are changing, and everything is slowly changing.

It is extremely difficult for farmers to sell the cotton piled up at home by themselves. They are worried about not being able to sell it, while the market is hungry for it. Those counterattack stories I heard at the exchange meetings before were really not fake!

"Ouch!" Qiangzi suddenly turned his head, half of his face buried in his hands, raised the wine glass and drank it in one gulp towards the corner. It was obvious that he was avoiding someone.

Zhou Qi's eyes narrowed. Hey, a familiar face is coming.

He didn't recognize the middle-aged man with glasses who was leading the way, but he was familiar with the old man next to him who was smiling and bowing. He was the father of Hu Limei, a villager from Fu'an. The two had just come out of the private room.

The middle-aged man was holding a bulging bag, and it was hard to tell what was inside, but judging from its shape, it was probably a gift box. This looked like he was either treating someone to a meal or giving them a gift.

Both of them had drunken looks on their faces and didn't notice Zhou Qi at all. They just paid the bill and walked away.

"Who is that guy?" Zhou Qi asked curiously.

Qiangzi put down his wine glass when he saw the man had disappeared. He sneered, "The second in command of our factory's personnel department, Zhao Dagui, is as cunning as a fox. He will bite anyone he doesn't like. If he catches a little bit of trouble, he will talk about it until the end of the world. Unless you give him a benefit, he will never stop."

Qiangzi curled his lips with a look of contempt, obviously he had suffered a lot from this man before.

As for Hu Limei's father and Zhao Dagui, one was a family member on the factory layoff list, and the other was the deputy director who held the power of personnel. Without thinking too much, you can guess a little bit.

Zhou Qi thought that the fact that Hu Limei got wind of the situation in advance and came to his house to make trouble was probably related to the head of the personnel department. It was obvious that he was tipping off the person in advance so that he could "express his opinion" as soon as possible.

This set is played very well.

"Brother Qi, where were we talking about just now?" Qiangzi continued, "By the way, Brother Qi, don't bother yourself with the cotton business. There's really no hope. Take Zhao Dagui for example. If he wants to get cotton into the factory, he has to offer his superiors some money!

We ordinary people have to go through layers of connections to sell cotton, but the money goes into other people's pockets, and the money we get is not even enough to fill our teeth. Stop wasting time."

Qiangzi's words were indeed for Zhou Qi's sake.

Zhou Qi couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. This is a cotton-producing area, and it only sells for 10 cents per pound, which is really cheap. It would be a shame not to take advantage of such a good opportunity.

But if you want to accomplish this, you can't do it alone, even if you add Qiangzi, you are still outnumbered. Qiangzi is good at doing some physical work, but he is not so good at negotiating business.

The two of them chatted while drinking, their minds were busy, calculating rapidly. After eating and drinking, they paid the bill and left. Qiangzi paid the bill, and the two of them walked out one after the other.

As soon as he reached the door, he met four young men walking in. He naturally knew this group of gangsters, as he used to be a gangster himself.

"Zhou Qi, my God, why are you here?" A trendy man wearing a floral shirt and frog-eye glasses took off his glasses and looked at Zhou Qi with surprise.

Zhou Qi knew this man. His name was Zhang Gongzheng. His father was a famous man in the granary and had a lot of money, so his family lived a comfortable life.

The young man holding a cigarette next to him blew out a smoke ring and said, "Oh my God, isn't this Brother Qi? Come quickly and arrange a seat for Brother Qi." This man is called Ma Yuancai. His father is the second in command of the steel plant. His family is the best-off and is known as "Master Ma."