Xia Shuo swagger

Chapter 26

The small supermarket downstairs in Zhuyuan Liushe is open 24 hours, and it has all kinds of daily necessities.

If there is an emergency in the middle of the night, or if you want something to eat...

Well, a phone call, all kinds of things are delivered to the door of the dormitory - as long as it's not too much, the aunt usually doesn't care.

Anyway, the school's regulations prohibit entry and exit during the curfew, and of course sending things through the automatic door does not count.

At the entrance of the small supermarket, there are two long tables painted light blue.

A huge umbrella canopy covers the lower part, regardless of the scorching sun or rain.

"Boss, two cups of mung bean paste—the smoothie kind!"

Xia Zhaoyao proficiently shouted, and at the same time glanced at Qin Shuo who was sitting opposite.

"These two cups are also credited to you, remember to return them to me when you get home... now the total is 56 yuan."

"No problem, I will return it to you when I get home and re-bind the card."

Qin Shuo nodded and replied briskly.

I'm really in a hurry to go out today, and I just had a small argument with his father, so I can't ask for money right away.

Of course, the main reason is because of Krypton’s small order of games, otherwise this dilemma would never have occurred.

"Mung bean paste—my sister, you're done."

"okay……"

"Speaking of which, you can be considered a rich second generation anyway, how did you get reduced to even yogurt money..."

Xia Zhaoyao took two cups of mung bean paste from the window of the small supermarket, and handed them to Qin Shuo while asking doubtfully.

I didn't think about it when I was eating just now, but the more I think about it now, the more I feel something is wrong.

Who is Qin Lina?

The legendary alumnus who graduated from Huaijiang University is at least a big shot in Huaijiang's investment circle.

Children in this kind of family, because of krypton a few games, the wallet is so clean that there is no more than 50 yuan? !

"My dad never gave me more than 2000 yuan. I don't know what the rich second generation is."

Qin Shuo shrugged, took mung bean paste from Xia Zhaoyao, and replied.

"But don't worry... I still have a small treasury, so I won't renege on my debts."

"Ok?"

Xia Zhaoyao raised his eyebrows and glanced at his phone.

"Then the clothes and equipment of your wives fell from the sky?"

"My mother will secretly give me some, and sometimes I can earn some by playing games, repaying the balance or something..."

Qin Shuo obviously didn't want to talk about this topic any longer.After a few brief explanations, he quickly changed the subject.

"Hmm... tomorrow's division of labor, what should I say?"

"It's very simple. Divide them into two batches and act separately."

Xia Zhaoyao took out the freshman map of Huaijiang University and drew circles on it with his fingers.

"Sisters are responsible for the building, textbook list, publicity, and school procedures."

"The two of us went to the recycling uncle who collected the waste paper, negotiated the pricing and details, and dispatched them to coordinate with the notice."

"here……"

Xia Zhaoyao focused his fingers on the right side of Xiaobei Peak of Huaijiang University.

"Sister Tangtang said during the meal that the waste station and the garbage station are all in the old street outside the side gate of Xiaobeifeng."

"After we negotiated all the prices, we will transfer them to the school sisters in the follow-up school, and we will look for warehouses around here. Of course, it is best if you can get them for free, so that after all the recycling cars return, you can directly settle at the meeting point. Storage, the task is very simple."

"...So we are responsible for finding the second-level subcontractors and the subsequent warehousing statistics?"

Qin Shuo nodded thoughtfully, following Xia Zhaoyao's thoughts with ease.

"Sorting labor costs, and what about the cost expectations for hiring and recycling?"

"zero."

Xia Zhaoyao replied without hesitation.

"Pure prostitution?"

Qin Shuo glanced at Xia Zhaoyao in surprise, and said slowly while thinking.

"Let me guess, you plan to buy it at a high price and ask them to help you sort it out first?"

"Well, do you have a different opinion, Mr. Otaku? You can mention it."

"...The purpose is too obvious."

Qin Shuo took a sip of mung bean paste and said vaguely.

"Everyone knows that the price of used books and the price of waste paper are very different."

"You are almost saying clearly that you want to use the price of waste paper... even if it is higher... to collect used books and sell them."

"That's right, it's not something worth hiding. And it can't be hidden." Xia Zhaoyao nodded calmly, "The profit of recycling waste paper in schools is very low, and those recycling uncles can't refuse double or even triple waste. The proposal to collect waste books at the price of paper..."

"If they have channels, they can naturally sell them, but they obviously don't... right?"

Holding the cold mung bean smoothie, Xia Zhaoyao analyzed with her eyes narrowed triumphantly.

When Lao Xia was a child, she often gave her some economic knowledge, and she knew how to find the most appropriate profit point.

"Besides, even if they refuse, we can go directly to the waste station to discuss purchasing..."

Xia Zhaoyao confidently shook his fingers and said, "One side is the extra income, and the other side is our deal with the scrap yard. No matter what, we will not lose money. There is an Indian proverb that girls in the slums know how to budget best."

"Well, I admit, you can indeed easily receive old books in this way—"

Qin Shuo gulped down the mung bean smoothie, stretched his shoulders, and said seriously.

"but……"

"This is not India. Pink eye is terrible."

"Playing with too many capital means here in Huaijiang, be careful of being hung up with street lights in the middle of the night."

"I'm not an evil capitalist—"

Xia Zhaoyao muttered something and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Then what do you think should be done? Do you want to get them to pay dividends, and it's better to have the first-level offline and second-level offline?"

"That's pyramid schemes, and illegal things must not be touched."

Qin Shuo waved his hands strangely, and said slowly after thinking for a few seconds.

"What if... well, I mean, increase the long-term revenue share on the basis of what you just did?"

Before Xia Zhaoyao could ask, Qin Shuo quickly explained while taking out his mobile phone and turning on the calculator.

The total number of students at Huaijiang University is around 3.

In addition to freshmen, there are nearly [-] students, including graduate students and international students.

If waste paper recycling is carried out according to the original plan, then their "customer source" is obviously far more than sophomores:
Not all students will choose to resell used books, and large-scale collection of waste paper will inevitably receive more books than expected.

In addition to freshman textbooks, there must be many other grade textbooks, non-teaching books, test papers, teaching aids, etc...

"Our main goal is reputation, and the key is to have a big project and a good effect."

Qin Shuo analyzed seriously, and he pointed to the direction of the square in front of the school shrouded in night in the distance.

"Instead of obsessing about the channel advantage of earning a few thousand more, it is better to spread out the explanation generously. After the profit from the sales of used books is settled, a monthly profit ratio of 20% or 30% will be given to those recycling uncles who are responsible for recycling and sorting. as an additional dividend.”

"In this way, the second-hand book project is not only our own field, but a small industry led by us."

"...But in terms of double recycling old books, we still have to pay them on the spot."

Xia Zhaoyao frowned, and added, "It's useless to paint too big a cake, the real money in front of you is the most important thing."

Cash is king, she had heard this truth from Lao Xia when she was still in elementary school.

Compared with distant dividend rewards, the cash in hand is the last word.

"Of course, so we're doing both—"

Qin Shuo nodded, and followed Xia Zhaoyao's words very smoothly.

"On the one hand, we eat a large number of used books, and on the other hand, we can let them actively participate in the sorting work..."

"Can they even borrow their original warehouse?"

Xia Zhaoyao suddenly spoke.

Following Qin Shuo's proposal, the thoughts in her mind were completely opened up.

"Those recycling uncles may have a small place to store things, even if it's an empty house or something..."

"Now there is still a problem-what if the capital chain breaks?"

Qin Shuo nodded in agreement and asked in distress.

Compared with the discussion just now during the Chuan Chuan Xiang, with the awakening of the night breeze and the cold mung bean paste, he also realized many loopholes.

"It's okay, I have prepared a contingency plan for this - we can find someone to take over in one go."

"Who? How—"

"Temporarily keep it secret, let's treat this as extra homework."

It has to be said that Qin Shuo's performance today greatly exceeded Xia Zhaoyao's expectations.

She originally thought that the dead house would not understand these things, but who knew, Qin Shuo was more powerful than the two senior sisters.

but……

Xia Zhaoyao looked at Qin Shuo who was frowning and thinking hard.

"By the way, correct me—"

"Our primary goal is to make money, fame and so on... It's all incidental."

Xia Zhaoyao raised his fingers and emphasized seriously, "Also, remember to pay me back the money immediately after you go back, 56 yuan!"

"I know I know..."

Qin Shuo replied helplessly, and could not help but sigh.

Although this legal loli looks cute, this miser has too much personality.

If it wasn't in the real world, he almost thought the other party was a sissy western dragon.

"This is the end of today's meeting, I'll go up later and synchronize with my sisters—"

Xia Zhaoyao didn't hear Qin Shuo's inner voice, but Xia Zhaoyao was in a good mood at the moment.

Speaking of which, Qin Shuo... um...

She looked at the tall Zhai Shuo.

Although staying at home, but...

Appearance and personality are eighty percent, and they have a common language when communicating.

And the serious, self-confident analysis just now is quite charming.

Xia Zhaoyao lingered on Qin Shuo for a few seconds, and asked casually.

"Then, gather at the square in front of the school at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, is there any problem?"

"Uh, no problem—"

Qin Shuo replied quickly, suddenly remembered something, and added solemnly with his palms together.

"Oh, that's right - the game! Clean up your stamina, and those few goodwill tasks, my wives entrust you."

"First of all, the goddess of victory. Isabel's choice is sickly and delicate. You must choose carefully and don't make a mistake."

"Also, and, the Desire Advent Illustrated Book is about to be opened—today is Zero's birthday special."

"Bilan, don't touch my cover wife, just swipe and it will be fine automatically..."

"Yamato, remember to buy her a new pair of SSR sneakers..."

Qin Shuo, as if he was asking Gu, carefully and earnestly began to instruct the details of various game agents.

That level of earnestness completely outweighed the earnestness with which old books were analyzed just now.

And it seems that because she threatened to destroy the account before, Qin Shuo specially emphasized that there is something to go to him this time, not to target those cute and innocent people who have no resistance... "Two-dimensional wives", especially It made Xia Zhaoyao feel furious.

This guy……

"……Okay, I get it now."

Xia Zhaoyao's expression turned cold all of a sudden.

Heh, as expected, he is still a perverted otaku, and his essence cannot be changed.

"Uh, and..."

After giving instructions for a long time, Qin Shuo suddenly gave a dry cough and spoke somewhat hesitantly.

"Well, classmate Xia Zhaoyao, there may be one more thing I want to trouble you with."

"Put your fart on—"

"Can you, uh, lend me another fifty and I'll take a taxi home?"

Qin Shuo scratched his cheek and said cheekily.

"It's too late, the subway is out of service..."

"……Oh."

(End of this chapter)