Things were settled, and I talked again and then I was at night. After dinner, my parents had to get up to work tomorrow and went to bed. (The factory was not mentioned from 9 to 51, until later generations, they all went to work at around 7 in the morning and had to get up after 6 o'clock)

Zhang Xingming was lying there and thought about his mother's affairs. He had to hurry up, but now he couldn't do anything and had little capital. It seems that he could only think of a solution in the past few years. Now he bought scrap iron for three or four cents per kilogram. In 1981, the purchase price rose to more than two cents. The purchase price in Nanfen was still higher. It was nearly four cents in 1982. The profit of more than ten times only takes more than two years and three years. This can be done, but how to do it? Besides, I have to keep it to buy monkey tickets and have to think of other ways.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Xingming suddenly figured out how much is a pound of scrap iron? Three cents and four cents, a ton is less than 30 yuan. There is a 200-300 yuan that can be collected for more than ten tons. If you sell it directly to the market, you will definitely make money. Wouldn't it be released if you pour a few more money? Well, just do it like that. It seems that you have to discuss it with your second brother tomorrow. In the last life, the second brother has been in society and fights all day long. After 1983, he went to prison several times and was ruined for the rest of his life. He said he wanted to change his second brother's life, so let's start from now on.

Besides, if you want to do this business, you will definitely not be able to get a business license now, so you can only do it secretly. Second brother and others are doing well in society, each with a certain number (famous), and no one dares to make trouble. After a few years, everyone will be able to train, and they have their own entrepreneurial team. You must know that at this time, loyalty is the most important quality for children who are doing in society, otherwise no one will pay attention to you.

The next day, Zhang Xingming got up early and went to Sun Niang’s house to get into his house.

"Second brother, second brother, second brother." Zhang Xingming lay on the edge of the kang and called Sun's second brother.

"Erming, what's the matter?" The second brother, who was sleeping in a daze, looked at Zhang Xingming with his eyes fascinated.

"Second brother, get up, I have something to ask you for, a good thing."

"What's the good thing about Erming? Let me tell my second sister?" Erming spoke to her. She had already gotten up and was sitting by the kang combing her hair. Sister Ping was still asleep. Dad Sun and his elder brother were not in the house. She probably went out to work early, and Mother Sun was cooking in the outer room.

"No, I'll tell my second brother, second brother, get up quickly." Zhang Xingming reached out to pull out his second brother's face. The second brother stretched his waist and sat up: "What's the matter? You're so anxious, tell me."

"You come out with clothes, you have to whisper." Zhang Xingming didn't dare to talk about making money in front of his second sister, Sister Ping. Second sister is better. Sister Xiaoping is equivalent to a small radio. Everyone on earth will know about it. Second sister combs her hair and puts on her coat and goes out to work. She has just been assigned to a mining construction company and is also a big group. Like the eldest brother, Sun Dad's family only Sun Dad and his elder sister are the whole people, driving a big car in an open-pit mine.

The second brother yawned, rubbed his eyes, put on his clothes unwillingly, put his shoes on the floor, went to the outer room to wash his face, and then asked while wiping his face: "Tell me, what's the matter? If you fool me, I'll knock your big bag, you can watch."

At this time, my second brother was nineteen years old and was an adult. He graduated from junior high school and was unemployed at home. Speaking of unemployment, it may be the most distinctive term in the 1970s and 1980s. At this time, the planned economy was planned, and the people were not allowed to do business. The work was all distributed by the state. But in the past ten years, the time when the people in the country had the most children. There were four or five or six in every family. How could there be so many jobs to divide? Succession was a nail and one could only solve one. The old had to retire and the young to go on. What was it that he had nothing to do? So the unemployed young people who were all living on the street became the characteristic of this era.

Zhang Xingming pulled his second brother into his house, closed the door, and confused him.

"Second brother, what do you do all day now? Fighting, drinking, and playing poker?" Zhang Xingming took off his shoes and climbed onto the kang, asking while climbing.

"Ah, what's wrong?" The second brother touched his face and asked Zhang Xingming.

"Then, when you drink and play poker, where does the money come from? You can't do without money, right?" Zhang Xingming asked.

The second brother looked at Zhang Xingming and asked, "What's wrong? What did my parents say about me? Or who said about me?"

"No." Zhang Xingming raised his hand to block the second brother's hand touching the top of his head and said, "I'm just asking, just tell me."

"You want to make money? You want to get a gaha? You want a gaha? I have more than ten dollars, why don't you?" The second brother took out a pile of wrinkled tickets from his pocket, took out two and put them on the kang.

"Stop," Zhang Xingming called out, looking at his second brother and said, "I want your money? I don't want money. I'm asking you how you usually get money. If you have something to do, tell me quickly."

"My parents asked you to ask?" The second brother looked at Zhang Xingming with his eyes squinted, with a full face full of questions.

"No, Oh, let me tell you this, second brother, I have a way to make money, I want to see if you can do it." Zhang Xingming was convinced by second brother. I guess his money was not easy to tell, otherwise he wouldn't be so careful.

"Can you make money?" The second brother immediately became interested and lowered his head and asked in a low voice. His voice obviously contained a sense of excitement. These days, there are really few ways to make money. Who doesn't want to have money?

"It's definitely making money," Zhang Xingming nodded and said, "Can you get the capital? The more the better."

"Where did I do it?" The second brother scratched his head and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"Of course the more, the better," said Zhang Xingming: "But there are few ways to do it, just be a little tired. You should first say you can get the money."

"You talk about how to make money first." The second brother still didn't believe Zhang Xingming's words, after all, he was too young.

"Collection of scrap iron." Zhang Xingming looked at his second brother and said, "You have to find a bigger place to collect scrap iron. If the capital is enough, you will just collect and not sell it. When the price rises in two years, you will sell it. This is the most profitable. If the capital is small, you have to buy and sell it a little bit. But in this way, you will earn less."

"Collection of junk," the second brother was a little disappointed: "Who does the trick? I buried the voucher, how much does it earn if I was exhausted?"

Zhang Xingming said: "Second brother, don't be young, I'm telling you this seriously. If it weren't for my brother and I, I wouldn't look for you. Besides, it's not about collecting rags, but iron, and only scrap iron. I will definitely make a lot of money in two years."

"Really or false?" The second brother still didn't believe it.

"Can you get the capital?" Then I ask my mother to tell you that we are together." Zhang Xingming had no choice but to carry his mother out.

When he heard Zhang Xingming say this, his second brother believed it a little. No matter how much he loves the child, he would not lie to the child. He said, "I can't get much money. I want to ask my father for the order. My eldest sister and second sister are all at work. If you can, I guess it's more than 100 yuan."

Zhang Xingming thought for a while and said, "Second brother, I'll ask my mother to give you 200 yuan. You try to make up as much as possible. Anyway, the more money we have, the more we earn, but you have to find a bigger place first, and you must have a wall, otherwise everything will be gone."

"Okay, I'll go find a place." The second brother thought for a while and nodded. At this time, there were many large and small groups in the factory, so it was not too difficult to find an idle place to know people.

In the evening, Zhang Xingming quietly discussed with his mother and took out 200 yuan to make the capital. He and his second brother bought the iron sold. After talking for half a night, his mother nodded hesitantly.

Three days later, my second brother came back to Zhang Xingming's house in the evening. Zhang Xingming was lying on his mother's lap and enjoying his mother's ears being cleaned.

"Xiaoli is here, sit down." Mom looked up at her second brother, and then cleaned her ears for Zhang Xingming. This was the thing Zhang Xingming enjoyed the most when he was a child.

"Erming, I've found the place, and there is a very large courtyard behind Jian'an Company. It's empty now. My brother's father is the one who is in it. He said he can use it for five yuan a month." The second brother sat down and expressed his merit to Zhang Xingming.

"What a courtyard?" Zhang Xingming had no memory of that place, nor had he been to it, and he was not clear at all.

"Which piece of milk should be taken?" My mother knew and asked her second brother. After saying this, Zhang Xingming remembered that she had gone to get milk once in her previous life. She walked over the path next to the tailings dam and turned to the other side of the mountain next to the building where Zhang Xingming lived. There were many large yards in the place. Later, when she was in junior high school, she always went there to play. The impression was quite deep, but she had never been in contact with them in her previous life, and she didn't know which unit was used for those houses and yards.

"How long can I rent it?" Zhang Xingming asked as his mother changed his hand and pulled out the other ear.

"How long does it take to rent? I didn't say it." The second brother said, "Just say we can use it for five dollars a month."

"We have to say this. We don't need to spend one or two days, at least two or three years. We have to sign a contract. We can't pay too much after the rent is over. It's best to pay it monthly."

"Sign the contract?" The second brother didn't understand. At this time, people did not have the concept of a contract.

Zhang Xingming thought that there were no private business dealers at this time. If an individual went to sign a contract with the unit, it would probably be impossible. It seems that he could only count on a day. After thinking about it, he asked: "Is it a separate courtyard? It must be locked, and it is best to have a small house or something to store things to live in."

"Yes," the second brother nodded: "I went to see it. It was the courtyard where they used to pile materials. There were two small rooms. It was fine to pack up and put in the things and live in the house. It was just cold in winter."

Zhang Xingming nodded: "That's fine. Just get some coke (coke) for the stove in winter, and you're not afraid of smoke."

The matter was settled, and the second brother went to rent the yard the next day and could not sign the contract. Zhang Xingming asked the second brother to ask the leader to approve a note, and he wrote that the yard was used for them. As for the money, he would definitely not write it. It is estimated that the money was kept by the young leader himself. At this time, the wages of workers in Jian'an Mine Construction's first-class attached factory (large, small collective) were much lower than that of Zhang Xingming's father and other migrant workers, which was less than 30 yuan, and it was really a lot of five yuan.
Chapter completed!