bookrandom Chapter 1050: You're not interested in me, are you?
Chapter 1050: You're not interested in me, are you?
"Isn't that too formal? I'll treat you to this meal! You must come to Haicheng more often in the future."
Zhou Qi shouted at the counter: "Boss, add another plate of braised beef!"
The greasy square table was quickly laid out: salted peanuts, cold-mixed shredded vegetables, a braised pork platter, and two bottles of steaming beer.
The store owner specially hung the food in the well to keep it cold for most of the day. Although the storefront is small, the dishes are well-mixed and refreshing.
After two cups of wine, they started talking. "What do you do, brother? How can you be so well-off?"
Yang Dingzhou pinched some peanuts and tested it.
"Get treasury bonds. You can do that, too." Zhou Qi dipped chopsticks in wine and drew circles on the table.
"This...isn't against the law?"
"Where is it written in black and white that it is illegal? Doesn't your factory also use this as a salary?"
"you do not say!"
Yang Dingzhou slapped his thigh and said, "Today, I just exchanged all the 400 yuan that my husband and I had saved. I can earn more than half a month's salary with this money!"
"Isn't that the solution? You deal in fewer treasury bonds, and I deal in a larger amount."
Zhou Qi tilted his head back and drank half a glass of ice beer. The bottom of the glass hit the wooden table with a crisp sound. The beer that had been stirred by well water was much tastier than the beer in the refrigerator.
"Brother, tell me the truth, can this business really make money?"
Yang Baiwan's hand was shaking as he held the bottle, and he almost spilled the wine when he filled the empty glass. He held the glass and moved closer, and the legs of the bench made a crackling sound on the ground: "How much did you make this time?"
Zhou Qi held up two fingers: "About one million."
"Ouch!"
The peanuts in Yang Baiwan's hand fell into the soup: "The treasury bonds are at most 20% premium. With your two million capital, you can only make 400,000 or 500,000 at most, right?"
"Brother has figured it out."
Zhou Qi smiled and picked up a piece of smashed cucumber: "But I'll give you a 30% discount if I receive the coupon."
Yang Baiwan's back teeth clattered, and his knuckles made drum beats on the table. By this calculation, the guy on the other side could really make a net profit of seven figures.
He suddenly dragged the bench to Zhou Qi's side and said, "Can you bring your brothers to share the spoils? You eat the braised pork, and I'll just have some of the broth!"
"Brother Yang is born with fortune. He will become rich sooner or later."
Zhou Qi took out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes and flicked a cigarette over.
"Don't flatter me."
Yang Baiwan's hand was shaking as he struck the match, the cigarette butt burning half of the matchstick: "I don't even have a decent capital right now..."
Before Yang Baiwan finished speaking, Zhou Qi took out two large stacks of banknotes from his bag and slapped them on the table in front of Yang Baiwan, saying, "Twenty thousand yuan for the start-up capital, tell me if it's enough?"
Yang Baiwan's throat tightened. It was the first time in his life that he had seen so much cash piled up in front of him. The ceiling fan of the food stall was humming overhead, and beads of sweat were running down his back. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Boss! Give me another bowl of braised beef!"
"Don't spend money."
Zhou Qi pushed the banknotes forward and said, "It's hot and eating too much meat will cause heartburn. Take this money, and the snowball will start to roll bigger, and the interest will compound faster."
The canvas bag was thrown over his shoulder, and amid the sound of clinking coins, a sentence floated out: "When Boss Yang becomes rich, remember to treat me to a glass of Maotai."
"Boss, please give me a pen and a notebook!" Yang Dingzhou called out in a loud voice.
He turned to Zhou Qi and said sincerely: "My dear brother, you are my benefactor. I will give you this money according to the bank interest. But I have to write an IOU first. Even brothers should be clear about this, right?"
“I really don’t need these.”
Zhou Qi quickly waved his hand to refuse: "I won't lend money to anyone who is not trustworthy."
Yang Dingzhou insisted on spreading out the letter paper: "The rules cannot be broken! But if you really don't want the interest..."
He calculated as he wrote, twenty thousand yuan in interest was nothing but a drop in the bucket for this winery owner, wasn't it?
Yang Dingzhou carefully put the two stacks of banknotes he had just taken into his briefcase, and began to calculate in his mind - with this capital, if he worked well, he might be able to double it in a year.
It was much better than working in the iron factory. He even packed up the leftovers before leaving. You have to plan your life.
"Brother Zhou, what are your plans next?"
He asked tentatively. In fact, he already had an idea, but he wanted to hear the young boss's opinion.
"We have to keep an eye on the winery and trade in treasury bonds."
The second half of Zhou Qi's casual remark made Yang Dingzhou's eyes light up: "There is a lot of room for this business in the past two years."
Hearing the word "Treasury Bonds", Yang Dingzhou's breathing quickened: "You mean going to the old industrial area in Northeast China? There are many steel mills and coal mills there, and the workers get the most bonds!"
"clever!"
Zhou Qi smiled and nodded: "The country sends task indicators to each factory every year..."
"Listening to your words is more useful than reading for ten years!"
Yang Dingzhou was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands: "I will go back and discuss my resignation with my wife today! Can I work with you in the future? I have a quick mind, I promise not to cause you any trouble!"
After the two said goodbye, Zhou Qi went straight back to the Haicheng Railway Guesthouse.
When he opened the door, he saw Ye Xiangling staring at her lunch box in a daze. Her eyes lit up instantly when she saw him come in: "You're finally back! There are shepherd's purse meatballs in the cafeteria today. I saved them especially for you!"
As the girl spoke, she opened four aluminum lunch boxes, and the hot aroma immediately filled the room.
Zhou Qi casually threw the obviously lightened backpack onto the bed and said, "I met an acquaintance on the road and he insisted on treating me to a meal and I was so full."
Ye Xiangling paused with her chopsticks, lowered her head and took two bites of rice before speaking: "What are your plans next?"
"First, go to Jinling to get the patent for the new wine, and contact the newspaper to place an advertisement."
Zhou Qi lay on his back on the bed and lit a cigarette. The firelight made his eyebrows flicker. "I'll have to go to the Northeast more often. It'll take at least one or two years."
"Do you always take the green train?"
Ye Xiangling chewed the meatballs slowly and suddenly changed the subject: "Next month, I will apply to transfer to the route from Xuzhou to the Northeast, right?"
Before the other party could reply, he added: "Would you like to try this meatball? Chef Zhang in the kitchen chopped the meat filling freshly."
Zhou Qi blew out smoke rings and laughed: "Now even a burp can smell like braised pork."
He then changed the subject and stared at the ceiling: "Your transfer to another position is strange, you are not interested in me, are you?"
"So what?"
Ye Xiangling poked the rice grains with the tip of her chopsticks and spoke lightly, startling Zhou Qi so much that he choked on the smoke and started coughing and slapping his chest.
The room suddenly became so quiet that he could hear the train whistle outside the window. When the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, Zhou Qi stood up and said, "We have to catch the night train to Jinling tonight."
"okay!"
Ye Xiangling was still sitting there without moving. Zhou Qi was about to step out of the door with his canvas bag on his shoulder when he saw the little girl leaning against the door frame and watching him go.
"Let's go!"
"Hmm..." The little girl bit her lower lip and responded softly, twisting the corner of her clothes with her fingers as if she had something to say.
On the night he arrived in Nanjing, Zhou Qixian found a guesthouse to stay in.
At dawn the next day, he ran to the Industry and Commerce Bureau with documents in his pocket to inquire about the application progress of the "Shengshi Tianxia" trademark.
The clerk at the service window flipped through the files and said, "The materials were just sent to the General Administration the day before yesterday, and it will take until the end of the Gregorian calendar year to get approval at the earliest.
But don’t worry, according to current regulations, as long as the application materials are entered into the system, the enterprise can start production and use it first.”