Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 389 The Road to the Rise of Han Zhaoshe
The senior officials stayed at the feed factory site for less than half an hour before leaving.

On the way back, he said to Mao Xueshan: "Xueshan, you have found a good son-in-law!"

Mao Xueshan was full of pride in his heart, but he just smiled reservedly on his face, "You are too much, and He Ping also relies on the support of the team, the commune and the county to do things well."

With previous construction experience, He Ping no longer needs to do the construction of the feed factory by himself.

He is not a hand-off shopkeeper either. It is not the key to build the building of the feed factory, but machinery and personnel are needed.

With Professor Guo Wenxing on the sidelines as a planner, He Ping didn't have to worry about it at all. The two of them went to Fengcheng to order the equipment needed for the feed factory, which cost a total of 60 yuan. A Jiefang truck.

"The guys in the team who have learned how to drive have come in handy this time." He Ping said to Professor Guo.

"You still have the foresight." Professor Guo praised.

These days, being a driver is still a very technical job, not only to be able to drive, but also to be able to repair cars.

He Ping previously entrusted Yingcheng Printing Factory to train a group of drivers for Han Tun, and then trained another group, 12 people, barely enough for Han Tun's current use.

The equipment still needs to wait two months before it can be picked up, but the truck can be picked up on the spot. He Ping specially sent two people to come this time.

He Ping also paid a special visit to Qin Yongjun who he met on the train. The two have been in touch for the past two years.

Qin Yongjun was very happy to see He Ping, "It's been a long time since I saw him."

"That's right! Uncle Qin, I think your factory is doing well!"

Qin Yongjun sighed, "Donkey dung is smooth on the surface. I am busy, and at the end of the year, I will see that the books are clean."

In fact, the Toppan Printing Factory managed by Qin Yongjun was considered a relatively good state-owned enterprise in this era. Many people in later generations said that the 80s was the golden age of state-owned enterprises. It was only after the rise of the market economy in the 90s that they gradually failed to keep up with the trend of the times.

In fact, that is not the case at all, freezing three feet is not a day's cold.At this stage, if state-owned enterprises did not have too many internal problems, how could they have fallen into a large-scale recession in less than ten years, and even after the state took several actions, they still could not recover from the decline.

He Ping saw Qin Yongjun's weakness, so he wisely did not continue this topic.

"Is it a business trip to Fengcheng this time?"

"Procure equipment and vehicles for the feed factory run by the team."

After hearing this, Qin Yongjun said enviously: "It's still your team that runs the business with vitality!"

"By the way, Uncle Qin. I'm here this time to ask for your help."

"You said."

"I would like to entrust you to print some desk calendars and wall calendars for me."

"Okay, no problem." Qin Yongjun agreed without asking He Ping how much he wanted. You must know that letterpress printing like desk calendars and wall calendars will not make money if the quantity is not enough.

"You give me [-] copies first."

Qin Yongjun was taken aback, "Ten thousand copies? Why are you printing so many copies?"

"I'm thinking about giving some benefits to customers at the end of the year. But these are printed for several units, and I need to print a few more styles. Not only must there be a signature, but also a brief introduction of the company."

Qin Yongjun immediately understood He Ping's intention. He wanted to use desk calendars and wall calendars to advertise the company.

"You boy, you are really a natural material for business."

"Look at what you said, I spent real money to print these things, and I can't charge some interest for giving them away for free."

After finishing the business, Qin Yongjun invited He Ping to have a small meal in the factory cafeteria at noon, and in the afternoon He Ping boarded the train drunk and returned to Ping County.

After arriving home, Mao Chunhua told him that Liang Yuejin had called, saying that the printing of the famous American literature series had been completed, and the first edition of 20 copies had been delivered to Xinhua Bookstore in Liao Province.

The second set of literary classics series was published, and the number of prints was several times higher than that of the first set. The income at the end of the year should be good.

While the couple were talking, Han Zhaoshe ran into the yard as if chased by a dog.

"I said, can your kid have a regular shape in a day, what's the matter? Let the dog kick him out?"

Han Zhaoshe's face was wounded, and it looked like he had been cleaned up.

"Hey, don't mention it. Brother He Ping, I'll go to your place to avoid it."

He Ping took a look, this kid must have stabbed someone again.

"What the hell are you doing again?"

Han Zhaoshe said aggrievedly: "What kind of moth can I make, how can I spit blood on people?"

He Ping looked at him with a sneer, with a look of "I believe you!"

Han Zhaoshe felt a little guilty, "Look at you people, you really don't have even the slightest bit of trust."

He Ping looked at him, and you continued to make up.

Han Zhaoshe rubbed his nose, "That's what happened. After you went on a trip, the atmosphere in the county also relaxed, so I opened a photo studio. It's on the north side of the bridge. Brother He Ping, you can sit there when you have time." Sit down!"

"Let's get to the point!"

"Yes." Han Zhaoshe continued: "Isn't my photo studio open? The business has been pretty good for two months. But just last month, I found a chance to make a fortune."

Han Zhaoshe paused for a moment, with a mysterious expression on his face.

"If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go!"

Han Zhaoshe wasn't angry when he was disappointed, "Do you know the development room? It is a necessary room in our photo studio, which is specially used for developing photos. When I was developing photos, I discovered something. That There is silver in the developing solution for printing photos, there is silver! Brother He Ping, silver!"

Han Zhaoshe's voice became louder as he spoke, feeling excited.

"Excitement!" He Ping scolded him, and roughly guessed why this kid was beaten.

Sure enough, Han Zhaoshe's next words confirmed his thoughts.

"I thought, this silver is a precious metal. If I take out the silver in the developer, wouldn't I be rich? So I asked the teacher of the high school in the county for advice, and tried for several days. It really made me do it.

You said how good this business is, isn't it much better than opening a photo studio?After successfully refining the silver, I was ready to make persistent efforts. I worked in the photo studio for several days, and finally saved four taels of silver.I was planning to find a place to sell it, so my dad asked someone to send a message asking me to go home.

I came back happily, and just about to tell them the good news, my dad beat me up, and I only found out when he scolded me.It turned out that my photo studio was not open these days, and my aunt's second sister went to my father's place to sue, saying that I was not doing my job properly.You said this person, I opened a photo studio with good intentions and asked her to help, thinking about finding a job for her, this person actually does this kind of thing. "

Han Zhaoshe groaned angrily after speaking, feeling that a dog had bitten Lu Dongbin.

(End of this chapter)