Chapter 14 It’s most worthwhile to spend money on your wife and children - "Rebirth in 80s, take your wife and daughter to eat and drink after separation"
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Workers came one after another.
At first, no one noticed him.
Everyone is used to buying steamed buns and fried dough sticks, so they are somewhat distrustful of the new stalls.
Lin Guoqiang is not in a hurry.
He opened the lid of the box completely to let the scent spread more widely.
Then he picked up a meat bun, held it on oil paper, and stood behind the box, not shouting, just standing quietly.
But where he stands is very particular.
Facing the factory entrance, workers must pass in front of him when entering the factory.
The first person to stop was a middle-aged man wearing blue overalls with engine oil on his hat.
He smelled the smell and came over to take a look: "Rougamo? New here?"
"Yes, brother, try it?"
"How much?"
"Sanmao."
The man hesitated for a moment, then took out thirty cents and handed it over, took a meat bun, and took a bite.
He chewed it twice and then stopped.
"Hey," he looked down at the steamed bun in his hand, "your meat stew is good, a hundred times better than the canteen."
"Brother, as long as you like it."
"One more!" The man took out another thirty cents, "I'll take it in for lunch."
Lin Guoqiang took the money and handed another one over.
After the first customer left, the business started.
The workers are all gathered together. If one person buys something, the people next to him will be curious and come over to ask a few questions.
When you smell the fragrance, you will most likely pay for one.
Lin Guoqiang's Roujiamo is big, meaty and delicious.
Thirty cents each, which is cheaper than state-owned hotels.
Workers don't earn much, but they can still afford thirty cents.
In less than an hour, all fifty roujiamos were sold out.
During the last few hours, some workers came over to ask. Lin Guoqiang could only say apologetically: "No, come back tomorrow."
He counted the money...fourteen dollars.
Fourteen dollars.
He squatted on the ground and looked at the pile of bills in his hand, his hands shaking slightly.
Not because of the money, but because...
This was the first money he made by starting his own business.
In his last life, he spent his whole life working and doing things for others, and never lived for himself.
In this life, he will never be so stupid.
He folded the money carefully, put it into his pocket, patted it and made sure it was put away, then picked up the empty box and walked back.
Halfway through, he turned into the supply and marketing cooperative in the town and bought ten pounds of white flour, five pounds of pork belly, two pounds of sugar, and a pack of milk powder.
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