After Rebirth, I Became the Richest Man in Xinjiang by Selling Nang

Abdu was reborn. Others were reborn either in the Internet or in real estate. When he opened his eyes, he saw in front of him a pit of naan that was spewing black smoke. The hard-core childhood sweetheart Nadire handed over a handful of cumin: "Abdu, are you in a daze? The naan is almost burnt! If we can't sell it today, we can only go and drink the northwest wind!" Abdul slapped his thigh: "Hey! Girl, please know what I'm asking for! This is not called selling naan, this is called 'the underlying structure of the carbohydrate supply chain in the sinking market'!" Nadire rolled her eyes: "Did you have a fever that burned out your brain? Why don't you pay for the 50 cents of flour first if you want to pay back the underlying structure?" Starting from a broken naan stall in the Grand Bazaar, Abdul spoke a pure Xinjiang cumin-flavored Mandarin and launched a dimensionality reduction attack on the business world in the 1990s. Create "blind box baked buns", create cross-border co-branding of "Deadly Wusu", and create private traffic of "buy cut cakes and get VIP Nang Card". Later, the reporter interviewed the richest man Abdul at the Nasdaq bell ringing site: "What is the secret of your success?" Abdu rubbed his belly: "It's so bad! It's all because of my capable partner Nadire, who is holding a rolling pin and staring at me from behind every day. I dare not fail to sell my naan to Wall Street!"