I Picked up a Bad Store in 1990, and I Made Money by Taking Notes from the Times

In 1990, the old streets in the town were renovated. The whole street's gold shops were snapped up by the whole town, and everyone wanted to take advantage of the reform and opening up to open a shop and make money. Only a brick house in the corner of the street has been empty for three years, with no one paying any attention to it. The walls of the house are blackened, water seeps all year round, and the doors and windows are in dilapidated condition. It is rumored that the owner lost all his money in business and ran away with debts. He is recognized by the whole street as a bad business. Relatives and neighbors took turns advising me: "Whoever rents will lose money, only fools would touch it!" I had just returned from the army and had no savings at all. I was desperate and rented this abandoned shop that everyone despised. Everyone was waiting to see my joke, and they were sure that I would have to close down in less than half a month. Before the opening, I was cleaning and renovating. I felt that the old wooden wall panels in the house were in the way, so I picked up a hammer and smashed them open. The moment the board shattered, my movements suddenly froze. In the mezzanine of the wall panel, there are neatly stacked stacks of out-of-print old stamps, early foreign exchange coupons, and a stack of entrepreneurial approval templates that have never been circulated.