eurekapd Chapter 1044 Local Protection Policy
Chapter 1044 Local Protection Policy
Xiao Chao expanded his market to Donghai City, 50 kilometers away, and Zhang Mei even expanded her business to Xuzhou.
Zhou Qi was also busy. He gave red envelopes to Wang Dazhi and accountant Zhu Yongle of Shen Bing Winery, and even got them two brand new motorcycles.
Wang Dazhi said polite words, but he was actually thinking about how to make more money from this cash cow.
At the same time, the official document from the Grain Bureau was officially issued, and grain procurement work in the entire county was fully launched.
When Wang Bangguo came to Xinyi City with the "Shengshi Tianxia" wine, the market here was firmly guarded by local protection policies.
Although the two cities are only more than a hundred miles apart, opening up foreign markets on a large scale is like climbing mountains and crossing rivers.
Even so, the actual sales speed of the winery still surprised Zhou Qi himself - the performance of the six regional managers increased steadily like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Looking at the numbers on the account rolling up bigger and bigger, Zhou Qi had a clear account in his mind.
At the end of the month, the commissions paid to the eight managers alone exceeded 10,000 yuan each, which was definitely an astronomical figure in the 1980s.
He used this steady stream of cash flow to buy up all the treasury bonds of nearby state-owned factories.
One night when checking accounts, Zhou Qi suddenly discovered a shocking fact: he used a capital of more than 2 million to collect treasury bonds with a face value of more than 3 million!
If you take these notes to Haicheng to exchange them, you can make a net profit of 1.5 million in no time.
At that time, even "ten thousand yuan households" were rare, and this figure was enough for him to directly enter the millionaire club.
Taking advantage of the time before departure, Zhou Qi was not idle either.
He specially asked a photographer to take a set of multi-angle photos of the new wine bottle, together with the design instructions, which were neatly coded into patent application materials.
Now everything is ready, all that remains is to transport these treasures to Haicheng.
We encountered a problem when packing the treasury bonds - the face value of the more than three million bonds were all in small denominations of ten and fifty yuan, filling up a mountaineering bag that was half a person's height, and weighed at least fifty kilograms.
This oversized backpack that Second Aunt Zhou Hua found after rummaging through boxes and cabinets has now become a mobile piggy bank.
At that time, there was no train to Suzhou, so Zhou Qi rushed to the bus station at five in the morning.
He first had to take a three-hour bus to Xuzhou, and then transfer to a green train from there.
In fact, there are long-distance buses that go directly to Haicheng, but thinking about carrying a 50-pound backpack and bumping around for more than ten hours, he decisively chose the safer train option.
When Zhou Qi squeezed into the long-distance bus station dragging his bulging backpack, he was almost frightened by the huge crowd and took two steps back.
Those crookedly parked long-distance buses made him gasp - the rusty bodies were covered with patches, and the woven bags on the roof racks rustled in the wind.
"Master, when does the bus to Haicheng leave?"
After waiting in line for half an hour, Zhou Qi leaned on the iron fence at the ticket gate, his back covered in sweat.
"We'll leave when it's full!" The ticket seller, who was eating melon seeds, didn't even raise his eyelids.
Zhou Qi took out a sweat-soaked one-dollar bill and pushed it over: "There's an emergency at home. Can you tell me which train is the fastest?"
"Hey little brother, why didn't you say so earlier!"
The conductor took the money quickly and swiped his finger on the yellowed timetable under the glass plate: "This train to Xuzhou Railway Station is leaving soon. It's much better to take the express train than to squeeze into the bus!"
Zhou Qi glanced at the shabby buses that looked like sardines in a can in the waiting area, and decisively asked for a ticket to Xuzhou.
Suzhou to Xuzhou is only about a hundred miles away, and the interval between departures is more frequent than that of intercity buses. But when he really squeezed into the bus, he realized what torture was.
The aisle was filled with small benches, and the sour smell of sweat mixed with the stench of fermented rubber shoes went straight into my nose.
Relying on his youth and strength, he managed to grab a window seat at the rear of the car.
Just as I was about to take off my backpack to use it as a cushion, I suddenly noticed that the four young men sitting next to me were glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes.
The lady holding the chicken coop on the wooden folding chair in the front row suddenly coughed twice, and the whole car shook violently amid the roar of the diesel engine.
An old long-distance bus panted out of the station, and its tires made a harsh friction sound as they scraped against the concrete ground.
Zhou Qi stared at his watch and counted the time. It took him five full minutes to finally get out of the station gate - this bus drove even slower than the park sightseeing bus, and the wheels turned like an old lady operating a sewing machine.
The sunlight outside the car window made the asphalt road shine, but the driver seemed to be playing a real-life version of Snake, stopping every hundred meters or so to pick up a few passengers waving at him on the roadside.
Zhou Qi frowned as he watched the snakeskin bags piled higher and higher in the aisle. The commission from soliciting passengers outside the station might be even more profitable than buying tickets. The carriage was almost stuffed like a can of sardines.
When the needle on the dashboard trembled and pointed to forty miles per hour, the national highway sign finally appeared on the front windshield.
Zhou Qi glanced at the four young men with tattoos sitting next to him. They were pulling their sweaty collars to their collarbones, revealing their crooked "tiger head" tattoos.
The craftsmanship looked like kindergarten graffiti, especially the ink-like word "忍" on the wrist, which at first glance looked like a smudged oil stain.
"Brother, what's in your bag?"
The boy with dyed yellow hair suddenly took out a switchblade. The sound of the blade "clicking" woke up the baby who was napping in the back seat.
Zhou Qi looked at the faded scorpion tattoo on the other person's wrist, and his fingers quietly touched his trouser pocket: "Home-baked multi-grain pancakes. My second uncle is in the hospital, so I have to send some rations."
When the tip of the knife pried open the gap in the backpack, the musty smell of stale flour mixed with the sour smell of sweat poured out.
The young man in the red vest pinched his nose and stepped back: "More than 30 kilograms of pancakes? Aren't you afraid of growing green hair in this hot summer?"
"Country people don't have refrigerators, and my second uncle's seven kids are waiting to eat."
Zhou Qi deliberately tied the hemp rope that tied the pancakes into a knot. The rough hemp fibers left red marks on his palms. "Now we have family planning, but the older generation always thinks that having more children means more options."
Suddenly, a child in the back row started crying. A little girl with pigtails spilled orange soda all over herself.
While the four young men turned their heads to watch the fun, Zhou Qi pushed his backpack into the aisle and said, "Brothers, come and try it. My mother's skill in making pancakes is one of the best in the village."
The butterfly knife left an afterimage between the yellow-haired man's fingers, and the back of the knife hit the rusty car window frame with a "ding" sound.
The engine suddenly let out a tractor-like roar and the whole vehicle vibrated violently as it climbed the hill, causing feathers to fall off the chicken coop on the luggage rack.
Zhou Qi looked at the poplar forest receding at a snail's pace outside the window, thinking that by the time he reached the next town, he would miss the green train to Haicheng in the afternoon.
"Wait, isn't that right?"
The boy with dyed blond hair sitting next to me suddenly said, "When you were buying the ticket, I saw you stuff a whole bill into the ticket seller's pocket!"
It turns out these thugs have been keeping their eyes on me since they entered the station.
"Brother, you don't know."
Zhou Qi lied calmly: "The ticket seller is my cousin, and this money is for my mother's train ticket.
She will come to visit her relatives in the city in a few days, so she should deposit the ticket money in advance." This kid's ability to make up stories is really amazing.