"I read books in the school library. I also read tax laws, private finance, and handling of debt disputes. I know that usury is illegal and the state prohibits it. However, people who lend are generally people with backgrounds, so even if they violate the law, it is a real debt relationship. I want to know more about it. In fact, I want to verify whether the information I checked before is useful."

Zhang Heshan's mouth is open.

He never thought that these profound words that he could only hear on TV would be spoken from his son.

My son is so interested in law. Will he want to be a lawyer in the future?

Thinking of this, Zhang Heshan suddenly felt very relieved.

"The money was borrowed from Zhao Sier. It was the guarantor of your uncle Liu's second brother. He borrowed 5,000 yuan, and it was a profit of two cents."

Zhang Heshan hesitated for a moment and said it. Of course, he didn't expect his son to help solve it, but what his son said was right. He is no longer a child. If he doesn't say it, his son will try every means to inquire from other places.

Zhang Yiming's eyes rolled.

Two cents, in fact, this interest is not an exaggeration in usury. The online loans that emerged in the previous life are much worse than this, especially the first interest rate can make people lose money in a minute. But even so, it is still difficult for Zhang Heshan, who earns a dead salary in a factory, and Fan Lingling, who sells pies on the pedestrian street.

"Well, I know Dad, I'm a little tired and don't want to eat dumplings anymore. I'll go back to bed first."

"Your mom has cooked it, at least take a few bites."

"I'm a little disgusted when you eat it, I really can't eat it."

After Zhang Yiming finished speaking, he entered his room and closed the door.

Fan Lingling and Zhang Heshan just drank some porridge and ate half a pickled melon seeds at night. Zhang Yiming knew clearly that the couple had always been doing this in their previous life, which was why they lost their bodies.

Back at the room, Zhang Yiming immediately took out his notebook and pen, and began to list the things he had thought about before on the paper.

In his previous life, Zhang Yiming went out to work after graduating from high school, went to many cities and did a lot of work, but the one who made him dig the first pot of gold was an electronic equipment factory in Dongwan City. It was from that time that he officially entered the communications industry, which can be said to have witnessed the entire process of the communications industry from germination to rapid development.

In the late 1980s, the communications industry began to sprout, and the emergence of BP machines set off the first wave in the communications industry. Many people had BP machines on their belts on their streets and alleys, and BP machines were gradually popularized from the very beginning.

It is now 1993, and BP machines have just emerged. He is a veteran. Naturally, he knows how profitable the BP machines are. Now he is back on his old business?

But what about start-up capital?

If you don’t have startup capital, it’s useless to know that this thing can make money with your eyes closed.

Zhang Yiming threw the pen aside in a little annoyed and tugged it on the bed.

Zhang Yiming got up before six o'clock the next morning.

"Mingming?"

Seeing Zhang Yiming walking out of the room in neatly dressed clothes, Fan Lingling, who was about to go out to set up a stall, widened her eyes in surprise.

Zhang Yiming liked to stay in bed in the last life, and did not change slowly until after middle age.

"I'll go running, exercise more, it's good for my health."

Zhang Yiming knew that in twenty or thirty years, what is the most precious thing is health. No matter how much money you have, you cannot get any priority in health, so the health care product industry will flourish. A bed fee in a hospital is even more expensive than a star-rated hotel, and a disease can drag down a middle-class family.

Seeing her son going out, Fan Lingling was a little excited and actually ran into the house, dragged her husband off the bed, and told Zhang Heshan about this thing that had never happened in the past sixteen years.

Zhang Yiming's health was not bad at this time. After running for less than ten minutes, he was so panting that he was not decent and could only stop and rest.

Although Tongyuan County is a county town, it is backed by Huming City and is considered a prefecture-level city in administrative level. Because it is backed by the sea, people's livelihood is pretty good. At this time, the place where Zhang Yiming rests is the center of Tongyuan County, on the pedestrian street of Sifangcheng.

Sifangcheng is a city left in ancient times, with a history of more than 300 years. Although people from other places often come to travel, the so-called industry has not yet been formed. Twenty years later, Sifangcheng was rated as a 4a-level tourist city, and a large number of foreigners flocked to it, and the tourism industry has also become the pillar industry of Tongyuan County.

Of course, Zhang Yiming has also come back, but compared with the ancient and original Sifang City in front of him, Sifang City had already been completely commercialized at that time, which made people taste boring.

While resting, Zhang Yiming walked forward slowly. Soon, his eyes fell on a shop in front of him.

Dafa Newsletter Store.

He didn't even know that there was a communications store on this street.

He walked to the door, the glass door was closed but it was not locked. The store was not large, with two glass cabinets. In the corner of the cabinet was a red-painted student desk with many parts on it.

Zhang Yiming wanted to see clearly what was placed in the glass cabinet, but unexpectedly, when he leaned forward, the glass door was knocked open, which scared him.

"What are you doing?"

Before Zhang Yiming could come back to his senses, he saw a middle-aged man standing behind the red paint table. He had messy hair and was wearing a blue work clothes like a dress. He was a little thin and had a fierce face.

“I…I want to buy a BP machine.”

Zhang Yiming quickly gave the answer.

The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect Zhang Yiming to say this. He walked out from behind the table and looked at Zhang Yiming up and down, with a hint of disdain on his face.

"Go and go, what's the mess early in the morning?"

Obviously, this middle-aged man doesn't believe it.

Zhang Yiming did not leave, but instead entered the store and stood directly in front of the glass cabinet.

This time, he saw clearly that there were BP machines in the glass cabinet, but many of them were second-hand, and the quality was not very good. The price was written in white notes below.

"Fifty percent of the new ones are sold for 2,000 yuan. Boss, are you robbing money?"

Zhang Yiming said, pointing to a Motorola BP machine with severely worn and furnished screens at the counter.

"What do you know about a little kid? I will charge 1,600 yuan. With some repair and labor costs, I will only earn about a hundred yuan. Go to school quickly and don't make trouble here."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and yawned again.

Zhang Yiming curled his lips. This middle-aged man must have a lot of moisture in his words, but at least it can prove that the boss still has a wealthy background. The BP machine in this cabinet is less than 20 units, and there is a principal of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Moreover, he is so confident that he dares to suppress goods, which proves that the BP machine has a market in Tongyuan County. That's good, he is really afraid that no one will buy it.

"Boss, let's do a business!"
Chapter completed!