August 18, 1997.

This is the time on the desk calendar, but He Wentao knew that today is August 21st.

Su Wenwen is busy taking care of her daughter and has to raise money, but He Wentao doesn't even help him with a water bottle, let alone tear the stage history.

Just soaking rice in boiling water, He Wentao's mind was full of money.

After staring at the desk calendar for a long time, he suddenly stood up.

Have it!

He Wentao quickly took out his pocket, and when more than twenty yuan was placed on the table, he slapped himself hard.

One thousand yuan, he lost one thousand yuan last night!

We can't blame God for not letting him be reborn one day earlier. Being able to let him come back is the greatest gift.

"28.5, I've done it!"

He Wentao took out a scale plate from his home and found it for a long time before finally finding the scale weight in the pickled jar.

They are all old objects, or are they left behind by He Wentao's parents when they were alive.

I found a snakeskin bag from my house and poured the pieces inside to the ground.

When he went out to the village, He Wentao shouted openly.

"Collection of old garlic, collecting old garlic, 30 cents per pound, 30 cents per pound."

That's right, He Wentao plans to collect garlic.

However, it is not about selling it in the market, but about it.

He Wentao remembers that a few years later, he returned home in glory, and a boss at the wine shop started with fried garlic.

At that time, he asked curiously, and after asking, it turned out to be what happened to him in the few days he left home.

At that time, he joked that he would have known that he would have left his hometown and ran to Pengcheng to fry garlic together.

The 1980s and 1990s were an era of demons dancing.

You are cruel, you are playing with you, Jiang Youjun, and the second senior brother. These names are nouns that emerged only after the Internet was developed more than ten years later, but in this era, they have also been staged.

The market maker's control of the market not only happens in the stock market, but the one He Wentao met at that cocktail party was a small market maker.

Fortunately, he is a small dealer, otherwise he would not be able to touch it - the big dealer either went in or ate peanuts.

Even if he was a small dealer, he had been in for two years. Fortunately, he hid the money he earned, and only part of the money he had confiscated.

Information transmission, fast has the benefits of fast, and slow has the benefits of slow.

For example, now, no one in the small village of He'an County knows that the garlic in the city is soaring, and it's just the beginning.

"Collection of old garlic!Collection of old garlic!"

Zhao Dazhuang's deep voice resounded throughout the Kuangshan Village in the early morning, and a group of old and young men, old aunts and young wives surrounded him in curiosity.

"Hey? Isn't this Wen Tao?"

"It's starting to lie again."

"It's not a regular time to deceive people, or it may be a mess. He is a man with a high eye and low skill, and he is useless."

"Oh, Wenwen is really blind after following this thing."

...

For a moment, I said everything in a verbal way, but there was nothing good.

He Wentao is really too slutty.

He Wentao was not angry either, he shouted at the top of his throat.

"My fellow villagers, don't bother with me or not. I'll collect some old garlic, 30 cents per pound, and pay the money and deliver the goods in one hand. Real money and silver are all right!"

As he said that, he took out all the money from his pocket.

This time, the sarcasm sounded a little bit smaller.

"Wentao, what are you doing now?" a young man asked.

"It's all your business! Do you sell it? Get out if you don't sell it!"

He Wentao responded impatiently, "Do he don't want to pull it down again until dawn?"

The scene is quiet.

Seeing that no one moved, He Wentao snorted and said, "Okay, I won't sell it. I'll go to Xiahuang Village."

"Why."

Seeing that He Wentao really picked up the snakeskin bag and left, someone finally couldn't help but speak.

"Wen Tao, is it really three cents per pound?"

"Sanmao, one cent is not a penny!"

"Okay, I'll take it home for you. It's just sun-dried."

The old woman who was talking turned home, and the others didn't move.

After a while, the old woman came back and brought a basket of garlic, but she was still a little worried.

"Is it really a money?"

"Come on, put on the scale."

"Hey, Grandma Liu, look at this four pounds, nine ounces and three cents, you will be five pounds, one ounce."

Everyone was immediately surprised when they handed it to Grandma Li's hand one piece and was quickly put into their pockets.

I have always seen He Wentao borrow money, but I have never seen him pay.

"I have a few pounds at home, too."

"Wentao, wait. My family has more than 20 kilograms. If you don't come, I will take them to the village to sell them."

"I'll get it for you when I go home."

Obviously, these people know the price. In the village, garlic is 25 cents, and selling it to He Wentao will save trouble and earn five points.

No one cares what He Wentao wants to do.

In their hearts, they all secretly felt that this fool was in trouble.

"Hurry up, I only need eighty kilograms, I don't want it if I have too much." He Wentao urged with a smile.

Soon, the snakeskin bag was bulging, and the money in He Wentao's hand was quickly disappearing.

In a while, the money had bottomed out.

When he saw that there were only two dollars left, He Wentao called for a stop in time.

"No more, no more."

This time, I came so slowly that I stopped working.

"Why don't you accept it? I still have it!"

"That's right, I ran all the way home to get it."

"Wen Tao, don't you still have two dollars to take? Please collect it for me."

He Wentao shook the two dollars in his hand and smiled.

"I have to keep this money for dinner. If you want to sell it, you can give it to me on credit, and wait for me to come back from the county in the evening... and pay it to you. You are 332. If you don't want to, then go to the village to sell it yourself."

Hearing this, many people turned around and left.

Some people struggle.

He continued to make lunch until he was about to make it, and He Wentao struggled to carry a bag of garlic to the entrance of the village with a snake-skin bag.

When the bus arrived at 12 o'clock, He Wentao paid a dollar to get on the bus.

In the car, He Wentao calculated the accounts with a smile.

The cash collected 88 kilograms, 22 kilograms on credit, exactly 110 kilograms.

This trip can be earned at least five times the amount, right?

When he arrived in the county, He Wentao didn't bother to see his daughter and got on the car to the city.

Fortunately, I had several buses to the city a day, otherwise I would have to go tomorrow.

After a bumpy journey, He Wentao rushed to the wholesale market on the bus again.

"This money is really hard to make!"

He Wentao muttered that he was getting closer and closer to the wholesale market, and his heart became more and more nervous.

What if the boss remembers it wrongly and the price increase has not been during this period?

What if the butterfly effect doesn't happen?

When He Wentao came outside the wholesale market, the bulging and swelling garlic on his shoulders immediately attracted several people, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brother, how do you sell your old garlic?"

"Little brother, give it to me all of it."

"Young man, you need eighty or ninety pounds, right? Where did you get it? Just give it to me so you can save yourself from carrying it in. I feel so tired for you when I see you."

He heard the words around him, He Wentao grinned.
Chapter completed!