Back to 90: I made a fortune by pulling goose feathers!

In the store, a separate counter was also cleaned up, about one meter wide, where the exercise books and books bought this time were placed.

Soon it was time for the middle school break.

Many students couldn't wait to come over to check if they could get the books.

If you study well, you can only hope to improve your grades.

Those who don't like to study think that if they can't get it, they can get back 20 yuan.

But no matter what kind of mentality it is, they are destined to pay the balance today.

When the high school students came over, they saw a lot of books, and some people were still curious.

But at first glance, they are all suitable for junior high school students, and there is no interest in each of them.

Seeing this scene, Ning Meng couldn't help but secretly patted her thigh.

How come she forgot about the high school market?

But think about it, the last time she was in high school was decades ago, and it is really impossible for her to choose the papers that are suitable for high school students at this time.

For example, some particularly famous exercise papers have been selected by the school, so it would be of no use to her even if she purchased them.

Thinking of this, Ning Meng felt relieved a lot.

Early the next morning, Ning Meng returned to her normal student state, except that there were more people coming to borrow books from her.

Later, it was Liu Chang who told Liu Yihang about this matter, and the number of people who came to Ning Meng to borrow books was much less.

Ning Meng was quite puzzled: "The number of people borrowing books from me has decreased a lot in the past two days! Have you finished copying them all?"

"Maybe!"

Liu Chang's eyes were a little erratic.

Fortunately, Ning Meng didn't look at his face, so she didn't know how guilty this guy was when he said this.

But Ning Meng just said it casually, and didn't take it to heart.

She is about to skip a grade, and her study tasks will be increased recently.

The workload of the little teacher who came to make up lessons for Ning Meng has also increased a lot.

Originally, I only came to make up lessons on Sunday afternoon, but now it has become Saturday night to Sunday night.

On Saturday night, I will live next to the handicraft workshop. Anyway, Zheng Hongling lives there with her children. There is only a little boy with a big fart, and there are no men, so there is no need to worry about safety.

Similarly, the supplementary tuition fees for the primary teachers have also increased by not a little bit.

Before Ning Meng took the grade-skipping exam, Ning Meng directly paid the primary school teacher a flat-rate tuition fee.

2000 yuan.

This is no small sum.

The little teacher just hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Time passed by little by little, and New Year's Day passed in a blink of an eye.

As soon as New Year's Day passed, junior high school ushered in the final exam.

After Ning Meng finished the final exam for the second grade of junior high school, the final exam for the third grade of junior high school followed immediately.

As an unknown student who suddenly appeared in the exam room at the end, the candidates in the exam room were very curious about Ning Meng's identity.

This man is a famous figure in the school.

Not only did he have good academic performance, but his family also opened a stationery store next to the school.

Especially the scene of selling tutoring materials has been circulated on campus for a long time.

All most of the students know that Ning Meng is a sophomore in middle school.

But a student from the second year of junior high school came to take the exam for the third year of junior high school, which seemed weird no matter how you looked at it.

Ning Meng was very calm.

She just reads silently as others like to read.

When the invigilator came, he directly put the books into the study room, and put them on an empty table in front according to the regulations.Soon the final exam of the third year of junior high school was over, and as soon as Ning Meng got home, she saw Gao Xiaoai waiting for her in the stationery store.

"Aunt Gao, when did you come?"

Ning Meng was surprised.

I only gave out a batch of goods before New Year's Day, so they shouldn't come looking for me so soon.

Gao Xiaoai looked happy, and pulled Ning Meng to sit down: "Mengmeng, can your factory expand production before the year?"

"Huh? The business at the wholesale point is good?"

Although Ning Meng was asking, she already had the answer in her heart.

If it wasn't for the good business, Gao Xiaoai wouldn't be so happy, let alone ask you if you can expand production.

Gao Xiaoai didn't hide anything, her eyes narrowed into smiles: "It's very good. You don't know, people from other places are coming to make reservations now."

"Reservation? How much?"

Ning Meng didn't expect the business to be so good, and there were still people making reservations.

Gao Xiaoai raised her slap and shook her hand: "This is just one of the 5000 yuan products, and there are several other companies that are asking for one, two, and three thousand yuan."

"Good guy, they are really not afraid that the things they make this time will not be easy to sell!"

Ning Meng was also shocked.

Although the wholesale volume of several thousand is not too much, it is not too little.

After all, the wholesale of Baihua Shopping Center can be said to be the final wholesale stage.

But Gao Xiaoai shook her head: "Don't be afraid, the quality and style of the things in our store are good, and anyone with a little discernment can see this. But Mengmeng, the key lies in you, expanding production, you are here Can it work?"

Ning Meng didn't rush to answer, but went to the counter and took out a calendar.

After flipping through it, he said: "This Spring Festival will be preceded by Western Valentine's Day. This is a gimmick. I need some time to research new styles."

After speaking, she raised her head to look at Gao Xiaoai, and said a little seriously: "Aunt Gao, there is less than one and a half months before the Chinese New Year, so give me a week. This Sunday, you come to my house, I will Give you accurate information."

"Sure! Then I'll come over on Sunday!"

Gao Xiaoai readily agreed, and did not ask Ning Meng about her plans for the week.

She believed that this girl would not let her down!
After sending Gao Xiaoai away, Ning Meng found her mother.

"What? Still going to the south?"

When Qin Meiqin, who was peeling potatoes, heard this, she almost didn't throw the potato scratcher in her hand: "Why are you going to the south again?"

"Purchase."

Ning Meng was very serious and didn't behave like she usually did.

Qin Meiqin also heard the conversation between her daughter and Gao Xiaoai just now. She frowned and asked, "Are you still going to Yicheng?"

"More than that, this time I have to go to Huacheng."

"Why don't you go to heaven, you, return, return Huacheng!"

Qin Meiqin was almost so angry that she slapped her daughter on the back.

The last time I went to Yicheng, Qin Meiqin felt that it was far enough, but now I come to Huacheng again, this guy is even further away!

Ning Meng sighed, and said: "Mum, I'm also very helpless, okay, you see next month is Chinese New Year and Western Valentine's Day, such a good opportunity to make money, you let me just let it go, I , I am not reconciled!"

As she said that, Ning Meng took Qin Meiqin's arm and shook it.

If she hadn't been able to disappear without saying a word for a week, she wouldn't have scolded her mother.

Qin Meiqin turned her head angrily and ignored her.

At this moment, the landline at home suddenly rang.

Zheng Hongling, who happened to come out of the toilet, heard it and went directly to answer the phone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the call was connected, the old lady exclaimed: "What? You want to come to your sister?"