Super resource tycoon

Ma Siyu is very fond of her BMW X1 baby.

Although she always said that it has no BMW pedigree, she can tell from the small details that she loves the car.

Normally 5,000 kilometers maintenance, she will go for maintenance after 3,000 kilometers.

The frequency of washing a car is more like washing clothes. The car body is always spotless, which can only be seen.

She also has a famous saying: Cars are there and people are dead.

She and the silver-gray BMW X1 are inseparable, where they go and drive.

Seeing Ma Siyu going out tonight, he didn't drive for an unprecedented time.

Wu Jun thought of the 170,000 yuan she gave her mother.

Although her salary is not low, her expenses are not as big as usual. Housing and car loans are enough for her to drink a pot.

Where did you squeeze out the 170,000 yuan?

Wu Jun thought of a possibility, Ma Siyu sold the car, if he guessed correctly, it should be like this.

Ma Siyu did not want to say, and Wu Jun did not send a message to ask her.

When the taxi came halfway, a light rain started outside the window.

Looking at the night view of the city shrouded in the rain, Wu Jun made up his mind: "Ma Simei, when I pay off the family's foreign debt, I have more money on hand, and I will buy you a BMW with the purest blood."

Twenty minutes later, the taxi entered Tianyuan Community and stopped in front of the small supermarket.

"Young man, we are in the place." After the driver stopped the car, he gave Wu Jun 65 yuan in change, and said with a look of admiration, "The young man is very capable, I have never seen a taxi after driving such a long time. The girlfriend is paying for a taxi to her boyfriend."

Wu Jun has a black line on his face: "Not a girlfriend, that's my aunt..."

"Uh, sorry, sorry, look at my mouth!" The taxi driver looked embarrassed

"It doesn't matter, you are the eighth..." The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere in the taxi was a little embarrassing. After receiving the change, Wu Jun pushed the door and got out of the car and rushed into the rain.

Back to the small supermarket.

After washing, lying on the newly bought big bed, Wu Jun's desire to make money became stronger.

The relatives are not rich, they are ordinary people.

This time there was a disaster in my own house, no one stood by and tried their best.

My aunt even sold all her beloved cars, and Wu Jun was very moved.

At the same time, he made up his mind that he must help his dearest relatives when he has a chance in the future.

Early the next morning.

Wu Jun woke up naturally at five o'clock without an alarm clock.

Those who get up and sell rice early these days have already formed a biological clock.

After washing, open for business.

From half past five, busy to half past eight, three hours, nearly 10,000 yuan was credited.

After 8:30, there are fewer customers buying rice. Most of them are buying daily necessities. They can't sell them for a few dollars even with a profit.

After a short meal, Wu Jun hung out the small sign saying "If something goes out, business is closed", found the briefcase with the trademark, and went out again.

The trademark has been obtained, and there is another important link, that is, packaging. Now it is time to make a batch of packaging bags.

Wu Jun’s cousin, Chen Xingyang, works in a packaging factory not far from the Tianyuan community. He takes a bus and only 6 stops.

Before going out, Wu Jun sent Chen Xingyang a WeChat message, but didn't get a reply, thinking that he probably hasn't got off work yet, so he didn't have time to look at his mobile phone.

Being idle is also idle, Wu Jun decided to go and talk to him face-to-face, and the two brothers have not seen each other for some time.

Outside Tianyuan Community, I swiped my card and got on the 45 bus, took 6 stops, and got off at Xiaoanshe Station.

On the Xiaoanshe side, there are already out of the urban area, printing factories, packaging factories, carton factories, various private small factories, dotted around.

The packaging factory where Chen Xingyang is located is called "Feitian Packaging Products Factory". Wu Jun has been here several times before and is familiar with it.

After getting out of the car and walking for about five minutes, Wu Jun came to the gate of the factory.

I just wanted to take out my mobile phone and call Chen Xingyang. When I looked up, I saw a man wearing gray overalls with a haggard expression, riding an electric bike, riding towards the gate.

Sitting on the back seat of the electric car is a small woman who also wears gray overalls.

Coincidentally, these two people are not others, they are cousin Chen Xingyang and cousin Duan Xiangyan.

"Cousin." Wu Jun waved his hand to Chen Xingyang and greeted him.

Chen Xingyang was taking a nap while riding a car. He stared at him, saw Wu Jun standing at the door, and became energetic.

"Xiaojun, why are you here?" Chen Xingyang twisted the handlebar and accelerated to Wu Jun's side and braked hard.

Duan Xiangyan also raised her head from Chen Xingyang's back and said hello to Wu Jun: "Xiao Jun, it's been a long time."

Seeing the tired faces of the two of them, it was expected that they had just left the night shift.

"Brother, sister-in-law, this is just off work? Let's go and eat breakfast first." Wu Jun didn't worry about getting things right. He turned to lead the way, and took the two to a breakfast shop near the factory.

I ordered a few drawers of steamed buns, a few tea eggs, and three hot portions of Chaos. The three of them had breakfast in this little shop, and they were all ready soon.

"Brother, sister-in-law, quickly eat while it's hot, it will be cold for a while." Wu Jun greeted the two of them, then picked up a wonton in the bowl with chopsticks, and ate it by himself.

If they don't eat it by themselves, it is estimated that the two will not be embarrassed to move their chopsticks.

Duan Xiangyan and her husband Chen Xingyang looked at each other, and secretly kicked his foot under the table.

"Xiaojun, don't be embarrassed, brothers, isn't the third uncle's surgery fee still enough?"

As Chen Xingyang said, he took out his wallet from his pocket and took out a bank card and handed it to Wu Jun: "I just paid your sister-in-law this morning. There are 7,000 yuan in it. You can use it first. If it does, I will go back and discuss with the boss to see if I can advance the fulcrum. Our boss is still good at talking and shouldn't be a problem."

Wu Jun just swallowed a wonton, and when he heard his cousin, his heart was as warm as his belly.

Chen Xingyang and Duan Xiangyan's salary is not high, Wu Jun also knows this.

Chen Xingyang just bought a house two years ago, and has to pay back more than 6,000 monthly payments a month, plus there is also a daughter, Chen Meng, who is in elementary school at home.

The cousin's family is living tightly, and they have to rely on the aunt and uncle to receive monthly assistance, which can be dealt with in a month.

More than a month ago, when Wu Jun called to find two people to borrow money, he felt very embarrassed and it was difficult to tell.

In the end, I don't know where the two of them pooled 10,000 yuan and gave it to him.

"No need, cousin, put it away quickly," Wu Jun pushed back the bank card and said, "Don't worry, the operation fee is enough, and there is some surplus. I have something else to find you today."

"Surgical fees have been collected? That's great. When will the operation be performed? Then I will go to see the third uncle with your sister-in-law." Chen Xingyang was happy for him when he heard Wu Jun's words.

The three of them ate and talked, and after talking about the operation, they entered the topic.

Wu Jun asked: "Cousin, I recently acted as an agent for a type of rice. I want to make a packaging bag of 25 kg. How much does it cost?"

"It depends on the material of the bag."

Speaking of his main job, Chen Xingyang put down his chopsticks and introduced to Wu Jun one by one:

"The last one is ordinary plastic material. The ex-factory price of a packaging bag is 3 yuan. The slightly better one is the ex-factory price of kraft paper bag 4 yuan. Recently, a high-end environmentally friendly material has been released, like this 25 kg Big bags, one will sell for 6 yuan."

Duan Xiangyan said: "Don't look at this small business, it's basically profitable and very profitable."

"Really? Such a big profit." Wu Jun was surprised when he heard his sister-in-law's words..

Chen Xingyang said, "Your sister-in-law and I are just workers who work for other people. The price is not very helpful. However, I can check for you in terms of quality. Xiaojun, what price do you plan to do?"

Wu Jun thought for a while, and now he sells rice in bulk, he can sell nearly 3 tons a day, sometimes even more than 3 tons.

A bag of 25 kg and 3 tons of rice will cost 120 bags.

This is still the initial stage of sales. After the market opens, there will definitely be more than that.

He intends to use the best environmentally friendly packaging bags of 6 yuan each.

120 bags cost 720 yuan, and the profit is 360 yuan, which is the daily consumption.

The profit of just making bags for myself is better than that of my cousin and cousin who go to work day and night.

Moreover, this amount of work is estimated to be easy to complete, much easier than working with two people.

"Cousin, I suddenly have a new idea." Wu Jun didn't rush to make a decision, put down his chopsticks and said.