good old days

Su Qingqing sat in the main room of Sun Jianwei's house full of resentment. Her hands were almost broken when copying, and her eyes were naturally blurry. She didn't care how many errors there were in each page.

She just couldn't understand, were those students and parents fools? Why did they believe Sun Jianwei's notes when he said they were the top scorer in the college entrance examination, and why did they rush to buy them?

Sun Jianwei brought the fried fish into the house and put it on the table in front of Su Qingqing.

"Take a break, eat, and then write."

Sun Jianwei bought this fish with the money he earned from selling thirty books of materials and took it home as a reward to Su Qingqing.

Su Qingqing quickly put down her pen and stretched her arms.

"It's too slow for the two of us to copy like this. Do you need to find two more reliable people to copy together?"

Su Qingqing was annoyed to death. She was now paying off Sun Jianwei's debt without getting a penny in return.

Sun Jianwei: "Except for my brother, no one else is reliable."

He is also afraid that others will take away his good way of making money.

The so-called top scorer in the college entrance examination was all made up by him. In fact, these materials came from the hands of college students who had been teachers in his cram school. He only promised them ten yuan to produce the materials. The materials for other subjects are not ready yet and will be copied as soon as they are available.

Together with Su Qingqing, he could copy eight books for sixteen hours a day, and a conservative estimate of more than two hundred books a month.

After winning the first battle, Sun Jianwei confidently said to Su Qingqing: "When we have five thousand yuan in hand, we can go to Xinjiang Province to purchase goods."

Su Qingqing rolled her eyes and calculated how much five thousand yuan was. Her heart sank and she couldn't breathe, feeling sad for her three sunken fingers.

Looking at her expression, Sun Jianwei said: "When the five thousand yuan is received, the accounts of your family and ours will be written off, and I will give you a share of the subsequent business."

Su Qingqing felt that Sun Jianwei had a talent for making money, and she immediately became excited when she heard the division: "How much will you give me?"

Before Sun Jianwei could say anything, Sun Guixi came into the room with the food and said, "I'll give you half of it."

Sun Jianwei glared, "Dad, why are you still turning your elbows outward? I'm going to give her 30%."

Sun Guixi glared at him: "If Qingqing hadn't helped you, would you have made money this time?"

He only had a junior high school education and could not quite understand the contents of the materials copied by Su Qingqing and Sun Jianwei. After flipping through a few pages, he felt that they were inexplicably powerful.

He made one hundred and eighty yuan in one go. If he continues at this rate, his family's debts will be paid off soon.

Although Guo Yan lied to him, he believed that she was forced by life, and he fully approved of Qingqing and Jianwei's partnership in business.

"Eat quickly and eat more. There will be braised pork in the factory tomorrow. I will bring braised pork back to you."

When Sun Jianwei looked at his father like that, he knew what he was still thinking.

While eating, Sun Guixi asked: "When you two go to Xinjiang Province to purchase goods, I will also ask for leave from the factory. If I don't go with you, I'm afraid that something will happen to you two on the way."

Su Qingqing's hand holding the chopsticks paused: "Uncle, I am paying off my mother's debt now. When the five thousand yuan is received, our family will not owe you anything. Don't you want to go to my mother to ask for a debt?"

Sun Guixi waved her hands hurriedly: "I'm not asking for a debt, I just want to see if your mother is doing well now. If she is unhappy over there, I have to persuade your mother to come back."

Su Qingqing was speechless. Sun Jianwei's father didn't even have a hair left on his head. This year was particularly difficult and he still missed her mother. She was a little touched.

After finishing the meal, Su Qingqing's hand holding the pen was shaking again. She took a deep breath for a long time to calm down before throwing away the pen and notebook.

"When there are about thirty more copies the day after tomorrow, I will sell them first."

The first sale went smoothly, and Su Qingqing felt a little unsure. Now she said: "Don't sell it in a hurry, wait until you save more before selling it."

Sun Jianwei: "Why?"

Su Qingqing looked at him like a fool: "What do you think of the contents of these materials? Don't you know whether they are useful or not?"

Sometimes her eyes were so dazzled that she didn't even know which line she had copied. The students who bought the materials saw that there was something wrong with the content, and if they promoted it again, would they still be able to sell their subsequent materials? So we had to process a large number of copies in a short period of time.

Sun Jianwei was not convinced and said harshly: "I gave those college students ten yuan each. How could these information be useless? If it is useless, it is because the people who read the information are stupid."

He didn't care whether the information was useful or not. Anyway, for those people, if they didn't buy it, they would suffer a loss and fall behind other students. They would just obediently give him money.

Thinking of this, he said with some pride: "It is not easy to get into college. Those who pass the college entrance examination are destined to go to college to provide public jobs. Those who fail will always be the majority. They cannot pass the college entrance examination. Blame it on me, even if you bought all my information and lost dozens of dollars, I didn’t harm anyone.”

Su Qingqing didn't say anything, but she felt the same way as him and agreed with his words.

If you can get into college with just a few books, then college students are still not allowed to travel around?

After a long while, she said: "This year's college entrance examination is less than three months away. You should quickly find two more reliable people to come back and copy it together. You can pay them a little, otherwise the two of us will not have time to earn five thousand."

Sun Jianwei thought for a moment and said, "Okay, just follow what you said."

The two of them have no conscience at all about making money. They just want to earn a starting capital and be done with it, and they can cheat as much as they can.

...

On the day she made an appointment with Ding Changhai, Jiang Xinyu went to the post office in advance to wait.

Ding Changhai on the other end was very punctual. As soon as Jiang Xinyu received the call, he asked her if something had happened.

These days, telegrams are used to send news mostly about major events happening at home. Ding Changhai wonders if something is going on with Jiang Xinyu's family. After all, Chen Yi has gone abroad. If there is someone he can help, he is willing to help.

Jiang Xinyu could naturally tell whether she meant it sincerely or not. She smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just want to cooperate with you..."

Ding Changhai was a good person, but she didn't want to break up the relationship over money, so she covered the phone and whispered very clearly about how to cooperate. There were people waiting outside, but she withheld the name indeed Liang.

Ding Changhai understood the cooperation model and knew that the cost of one meter was four and a half yuan, not including the shipping fee. His mind worked quickly and he guessed that it might be fabric.

The cost of four and a half yuan is not low, and all kinds of cloth in the supply and marketing cooperative are not that expensive except for Dingliang.

Thinking of this, he became energetic for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Zhenliang?"

Jiang Xinyu responded, "I will write you a letter when the time comes and give you the support. I will deal with it after reading it."

Selling fabrics was a dangerous thing, and she didn't want Ding Changhai to get involved in it. Even though he was quite experienced, she couldn't help but give a few more instructions.

On the second trip to Star City, they sold at night. As long as they tread carefully and find an escape route, the safety of selling at night would be greatly improved. She also hoped that Ding Changhai would be cautious about selling goods at night.