I'm really just the village head

"You haven't slept all night?"

Before dawn, Liu Jiuwa got up to cook breakfast.

After eating, he had to go to Ciqikou and wait.

Watching Liu Chunlai sitting in the yard smoking a cigarette, his brows were twisted together.

"It's okay." Liu Chunlai sighed.

"These two days, they should be delivered. You can take the telegram back, and Uncle Fuwang will definitely arrange it." Liu Jiuwa comforted Liu Chunlai.

Although they don't expect Liu Fuwang to lead them out of poverty and get rich and seek a wife, Liu Fuwang's ability to do things is worthy of recognition.

"Ok."

Liu Chunlai didn't tell him that this was not what he was worried about.

He is more worried about follow-up.

The more there are on the market, the faster imitations will be available.

The only solution to this kind of products without technical content is to rapidly expand channels and occupy more markets, so that competitors can't keep up.

"Uncle Chunlai, are you worried about Liu Junhua?" Liu Zhiqiang also got up.

Yesterday Wu Erwa said that Liu Junhua had found a street-run clothing factory with poor efficiency. There were fifty or sixty sewing machines and hundreds of workers. As long as they found the supply of raw materials, they could quickly bring that kind of pants to the market. .

After that, Liu Chunlai became a little silent.

Liu Zhiqiang also tossed and turned for a long time last night.

There is no way he can help to share.

"A person like Liu Junhua is not worth worrying about. He doesn't have much money in his hands..." Liu Chunlai shook his head.

"Then what are you worried about?" Liu Zhiqiang puzzled.

Since you are not worried about Liu Junhua, who else is worth worrying about?

He was very simple. When he was a soldier, he only practiced hard to kill the enemy, but unfortunately, he hadn't fought a war, and the ability to kill the enemy was useless.

"The real bad master."

Liu Zhiqiang doesn't understand what a real bad master is.

Liu Chunlai did not explain.

Explaining is of no use.

After eating, Liu Jiuwa went to the wharf in Ciqikou and waited for the pig ship that did not know when it would arrive.

Communication tools that don’t have immediate contact are also dead ends.

"I mainly visit those clothing markets and some clothing stores, and ask if there are any news about denim bell bottoms. Pretend to be bought!" When he left, Liu Chunlai told Liu Zhiqiang.

He will also inquire.

I didn't expect it to be so fast before.

Liu Junhua has already begun to plan, and other baddies see such high profits and such a hot market, there is no reason not to look for sources of goods.

"Let's go, I came to find something early in the morning." Zhang Jianmin was in his early thirties, a fat man who was rare these days.

A gold chain hung around his neck.

This is a real gold chain, not the fake silver chain hanging around Liu Junhui and others' necks.

Liu Junhui looked at Zhang Jianmin's somewhat contemptuous eyes and was angry, but he was still smiling on the surface, opened the cloth bag in his hand, and took out a pair of denim bell bottoms that Liu Chunlai sold him from inside.

"Brother Zhang, look at these pants."

The attitude is extremely flattering.

Among the fallen masters of Shancheng, Zhang Jianmin is one of the earliest.

Before the reform and opening up, he was a peddler who sold various small things and was arrested several times.

The spring breeze of reform and opening up has been blowing for a few years, and the state has allowed that, as long as it is not speculative, the peddlers who do business do not need to hide from XC.

It is normal to be looked down upon by others.

But only these second-tier traffickers in business know that the money they can make by dumping a batch of things far exceeds the salary of several months or even several years of work.

Zhang Jianmin has a deep background and has many channels to get the goods. He often goes directly to the coast to bring the goods back.

In this way, it has become one of the few real bad guys with a relatively large mountain city.

It is said that in just the past few years, Zhang Jianmin has earned at least one hundred thousand yuan.

But Liu Junhua hasn't been back for a long time, and Zhang Jianmin won't make many money-making things for him.

Otherwise, the pants would not be upside down.

These days, all kinds of electrical appliances have been dumped, making more money.

Although Zhang Jianmin has a wild road, he cannot guarantee long-term supply.

Zhang Jianmin looked at Liu Chunlai's trousers and frowned, "I heard that two days ago, you didn't plan to go with me on electronic watches. Is this the thing?"

"Brother Zhang, aren't we looking at the market reaction?" Liu Junhui smiled even more, "The wholesale price of 15 yuan has caused two consecutive berserks."

"I don't play this." Zhang Jianmin was not interested.

The smile on Liu Junhua's face suddenly stiffened.

If Zhang Jianmin can't be persuaded, where will he go to raise so much money?

The fabric supply factory is a large state-owned textile factory, and it is busy with production.

Although I found a relationship, the people at the factory over there said that at least 10,000 yuan of goods can be shipped.

After all, he was in a hurry.

If the loan cannot be guaranteed by someone, it cannot be loaned at all.

"Brother Zhang, this is a very profitable business, even if it only sells 10,000 pieces, it is a profit of hundreds of thousands. We calculated it, if we make it ourselves, the cost of one piece is less than 6 yuan..."

Although the other party looks down on the clothing industry, he can't get along with money, right?

Sure enough, Zhang Jianmin came to the spirit.

"Is there such a big market?"

"Yes, absolutely. Flare pants have become popular in recent years. The bell mouth of these pants is much larger than other pants. The bell mouth below is specially processed, which is very suitable for young people now..." Liu Junhua hurriedly explained.

Zhang Jianmin waved his hand and interrupted him roughly, "Don't say so much, just talk about the current situation, how much money you have to invest and how much you can make."

"It depends on whether Brother Zhang is only one vote or whether he will do it for a long time." Liu Junhua became serious.

"Talk about it." Zhang Jianmin motioned to Liu Junhua to sit, and asked others to help pour a glass of water.

"If you just get a vote, you will invest less, sell it and make a profit and then continue according to the situation. The cost of 10,000 pairs of pants is about 50,000 yuan, and they can be produced directly at a price of 15%. If you want to make a big... "

Liu Junhua kept observing Zhang Jianmin's reaction.

Especially when it says 50,000 yuan to invest.

The other's eyelids didn't move, and sure enough, the legend was true.

"What if I vote for 200,000?" Zhang Jianmin asked after listening.

"The profit is bigger. We not only do it in the mountain city, but also the neighboring Chengdu city, and even the Shanghai stock market, the capital and other cities. We can build a factory..." Liu Junhua was also shocked by Zhang Jianmin's domineering.

Two hundred thousand!

These days, most people get 50 or 60 wages a month, which is considered good.

Zhang Jianmin can actually put out two hundred thousand.

"You don't need to build a factory, that's too much trouble." Zhang Jianmin shook his head, "You have to deal with the matter, and I will share 10% of your profit at that time."

This immediately made Liu Junhua overjoyed.

Although only 10% of the profit, 200,000 investment, about 40,000 or more pants can be manufactured, all at the wholesale price, a profit of ten yuan, that is 400,000!

"Brother Zhang, how about I take you to see the factory, talk to the raw material supply factory, and have a meal together?"

He invested 200,000 yuan, and he couldn't let him touch anything.

Zhang Jianmin's path is wild.

Zhang Jianmin nodded and motioned to Liu Junhua to make arrangements.