Chapter 2311
Not even a trace left
He Yuzhu waved his hand, sighed, and said, "Logically speaking, the businesses of those people on Xiushui Street are all a bit irregular."
But some things are beyond our control.
There's no way to manage it all.
"Don't even mention now, even a few years ago, no one seemed to have wiped out Pigeon City."
He Yuzhu paused for a moment.
Looking at Xu Damao's feigned remorse, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Stop pretending!"
You're unaware of the shady dealings involved?
When you went to the countryside to show movies, what you brought back was compliant with regulations?
Horses won't get fat without night grass!
Everything should be done in moderation.
It's okay to take a small advantage.
But you need to know where the bottom line is!
"Hehe...hehe...brother, I know!" Xu Damao's little secret was exposed by He Yuzhu, and he couldn't help but laugh.
He Yuzhu shrugged and said with a touch of nostalgia, "The old folks once thought of using rules to make everyone a good person."
But it's clear that there isn't enough time.
Now that the country has been reformed and opened up, the policy from above is to guide some people to get rich first.
Then, those who get rich first will help those who get rich later.
When everyone has enough to eat and wear,
Then think about other things.
So, Da Mao, if you want to get rich, I won't stop you.
But whatever you do, think about victory and liberating them.
He's a grandfather now, don't let money blind you...
Xu Damao naturally nodded in agreement. He understood what He Yuzhu was saying and knew that it was indeed the right thing to do.
Let him be like he was in his past life, willing to do anything for money.
He's not that brain-dead.
Putting everything else aside, if he were to truly disregard everything else for the sake of making money...
Yan Jiekuang had no say in the roller skate business anymore.
But when he thought about what exactly to do, Xu Damao still felt a bit of a toothache.
He's making a good living from his current street vending business.
But it's just not very respectable.
Small vendors like them don't even have a business license.
Running away at the sight of those city management officers is simply not quite right.
Not to mention comparing him to the He family, he's even falling behind Yan Jiecheng now.
At least when he goes out carrying a briefcase, outsiders will call Yan Jiecheng "Boss Yan".
"Tsk, Brother Zhu, what do you think I can do in Beijing now?" Xu Damao asked He Yuzhu, clicking his tongue.
This was also a secondary reason why he sought out He Yuzhu for drinks today.
What is the main reason?
Naturally, the goal was to find out the relationship between He Yuzhu and that Vice Chairman He.
He Yuzhu wasn't too serious about this either, but instead counted on his fingers and said, "To be honest, it's still a bit too early to say that you want to be a self-employed person in Beijing these past two years."
After all, our Beijing is right under the emperor's nose.
It's already quite good that they can accommodate those street vendors who operate like guerrillas.
Others either open a small restaurant like my family.
Alternatively, you could buy a camera and go to various parks to take photos for people.
The rest were bicycle repair stalls.
It's not as good as setting up a stall on Xiushui Street.
"If you want to start a business, you'll have to wait another two years."
Xu Damao was not disappointed; instead, he pressed on, "So what can we do in two years?"
He was well aware that there were many ways to make money in Beijing, but he didn't want to do any of them.
Just like he could also have Xu Shengli send some clothing and electronic products from the south.
He's done it before. But that was in the past.
Xu Shengli used to be an employee, so he and his son were willing to try any business that could earn them a few hundred yuan, even if it involved some risk.
Now, let alone Xu Shengli wanting to do the kind of business where you invest in anything and expect it to fail.
Even if Xu Shengli wanted to do it, Xu Damao would stop him.
Although he was always unreliable, he valued his two sons' future more than his own life.
Of all the jobs He Yuzhu mentioned, only taking photos for tourists piqued his interest.
He didn't want to do anything else either.
He simply bought a camera to take pictures of tourists in the park; he wasn't doing it to make money.
He went there to pretend to be cultured and to flirt with pretty girls.
"In two years, the market will be further opened up."
Basically, you can do anything in the light industry, the entertainment industry, as long as it's not illegal.
I wonder if you saw the video recorders that were smuggled in by smugglers when you went to the South this time.
In two years, you'll be able to drive one.
Get some Hong Kong videotapes, 50 cents, one dollar per person to watch one video.
The cost is only two or three thousand yuan, and the investment can be recovered in a month or two.
There's also a billiards room...
In another seven or eight years, we can still build those arcades...
They're all highly profitable businesses..."
He Yuzhu said casually.
He was mostly talking about small businesses with low investment and quick payback periods.
In this matter, He Yuzhu was actually judging people with outdated perspectives.
He always felt that someone like Xu Damao, if he went into business honestly, would become some kind of entrepreneur.
On the contrary, it's a very unreliable thing.
If Xu Damao doesn't engage in some borderline activities, can his business be considered "legitimate"?
It's like in a skit every few years, where some guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes points at a bald guy and says something like, "Someone like you can play a petty thief or an illegal merchant... just poke him there and you're good to go."
He Yuzhu also perceived Xu Damao in this way.
Xu Damao's expression was strange. He glanced guiltily at He Yuzhu and then looked down at the bones on the table.
He didn't know how He Yuzhu knew he was watching adult films in the south.
The films we watched were special films that had come from Hong Kong Island.
He was amazed and his only thought was to get a set of video recording equipment.
Of course, he was too embarrassed to tell his son.
After all, it was in the daughter-in-law's hometown village, and she was watching it with a few young men crammed together.
He now seriously suspects that He Yuzhu has something going on.
He had inquired about these kinds of things in Beijing before, but he had never heard of anyone having them.
But He Yuzhu spoke as if he had seen it with his own eyes, making it sound very convincing.
There must have been video recorders in Beijing.
Leaving aside other wealthy families, the CNC academy has one, but it's mainly used for teaching.
Ran Qiuye has a production line in her factory on Hong Kong Island that specializes in assembling video recorders.
The movement was sourced from a small shop, assembled, and then sold for three to five thousand yuan a unit on the market; it sold very well.
"Don't think about it anymore. I have two pieces of advice for you: don't waste the next year or two."
In three to five years, you'll be able to make money in any legitimate industry.
Those people who are charging ahead now.
Whether they'll have the last laugh remains to be seen.
He Yuzhu's words were not alarmist, but a fact.
Since the reform and opening up, every trend has produced a group of trendsetters who have led the way for years.
It's easy to ride the wave.
But only a handful of people survived.
Everyone else was swept away by the giant wave, leaving not a trace. (End of Chapter)