Rebirth of the Wild Age

From 6 o'clock in the evening, Peng Shengli squatted at the entrance of Xianghuitang selling small flags. This time it went smoothly. More than 600 faces were sold in one hour. The entire Xianghui Hall was full of students holding banners.

The leader of the city's education system came to Xianghui Hall, saw the banner of the full hall, and nodded with a smile: "Fudan students have a strong patriotic sentiment."

The leaders of the main school accompanied him throughout the process, and several student representatives also stepped forward to greet them.

Song Weiyang was also one of the student representatives. He shook his hands and said, "Director Zheng (Municipal Education Commission), I am Song Weiyang, a junior in the Department of Sociology at Fudan University."

"I remember you, Student Song, we met again." Director Zheng shook hands with Song Weiyang and patted Song Weiyang on the shoulder to show his closeness.

The crowd went to the first row of the auditorium to take their seats. President Yang sat next to Director Zheng and naturally didn't have to say, this Director Zheng actually pulled Song Weiyang to the side and sat and talked. It may only be a temporary chat, but other school leaders are very eye-catching and spontaneously adjust the order to give up the position.

"Fudan's MBA education is very well done and it ranks among the best in the country. Last time I went to the capital for a meeting, the Ministry of Education also gave internal praise. I heard that in the past six months, many universities from other places have come to learn from it." Director Zheng praised.

Principal Yang laughed and said, "Little Song has made great contributions. I have also listened to his entrepreneurial spirit a few times, and he is very competent."

Song Weiyang quickly said: "Everywhere, everyone works together. I'm just a drummer."

"Hahaha, Song has become humble." Director Zheng laughed.

Principal Yang joked casually: "This guy is very slippery. Don't be fooled by him, Director Zheng."

Director Zheng laughed again, and asked Song Weiyang about his studies earnestly, and gave him some encouragement.

Seeing that the conversation was almost the same, Song Weiyang hurriedly got up to say goodbye, and ran back to the second row to take his seat. The school leaders returned to their original positions.

Next is the art performance, with songs, dances, recitations, sketches, operas... It was almost 11:30. Several student cadres carried the TV to the stage, connected the power supply and the antenna, and just waited for the handover ceremony to begin.

The TV set is large, with a 29-inch color TV, but it is small when placed in the auditorium, making it difficult for students a little behind to see it.

So many students choose to leave. Tonight, the school’s dormitories and classrooms have also arranged a lot of TV sets. There will be a rebroadcast tomorrow. Anyone who wants to watch the handover ceremony can see it anyway.

With four minutes to zero, the flag bearers of China and Britain entered, and the flag raising ceremony began.

Song Weiyang had seen these pictures in his previous life, and he naturally turned his attention to other details. When the Chinese flag bearer shouted "Look at the money", the live broadcast camera suddenly pointed at the banquet, and three beautiful foreign girls sitting side by side appeared. One of them was outstanding. His beauty crushed the top Hollywood actresses, and she was dignified and generous. .

Well, those are the three daughters of the Governor of Hong Kong.

"The main leaders of both sides enter the venue, please stand up!"

The moment this sentence came out on TV, the people of Fudan Xianghuitang stood up spontaneously. Song Weiyang also concentrated, looking at the TV screen, immersed in the solemn atmosphere.

When the British flag and colonial flag landed, the leaders, teachers and students all smiled. And when the five-star red flag and the bauhinia flag were raised, along with the familiar tune, the audience sang the national anthem together: "Get up! Those who do not want to be slaves, build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall..."

A student not far from Song Weiyang's back row was shaking all over while singing, and tears filled his eyes with excitement.

"Papa Papa Papa!"

The flag rose to the top, the thunderous applause lasted, and many people's eyes were filled with tears.

"Long live China!"

"The Chinese people are standing up!"

"Down with imperialism!"

The slogan that was popular half a century ago suddenly came out of the students' mouths, looking so natural and energetic.

The leaders didn't stop either, Director Zheng looked back and sat back in his seat with a smile on his face.

That night, firecrackers were heard everywhere, and there were people setting off fireworks at Wujiaochang.

The next day, the whole country is on holiday.

Some sat around the TV to watch the replay, and some went outdoors to participate in the celebration. In the square in the capital alone, more than 100,000 people celebrated collectively, beating gongs and drums.

There are parades in various districts of Shenghai. Many people just go out on holidays and join them when they meet them.

Peng Shengli's small flags have been sold out, and he has made more than 30,000 yuan in one day, a net profit!

If it weren't for the factory to sell out, Peng Shengli still wants to buy. It’s really the kind of atmosphere that is too enthusiastic. People who are usually frugal and frugal, when they see small flags for sale, they directly pay 5 yuan and 10 yuan, buy a bunch of them and distribute them to the marchers around them, and then wave the flags and shout with both hands. Patriotic slogan.

Even Peng Shengli himself was infected. He didn't sell the remaining half of the box. He ran wildly with the parade holding the cardboard box, and while running, he stuffed flags into people's hands. No money, give it away for free.

Back at the dormitory, Peng Shengli was quite embarrassed, scratching his head and said, "That... I'm afraid the book is not up to date. When I got excited, I sent out the last half box of flags."

"Haha, it's okay, happy." Nie Jun said with a smile.

Zhou Zhengyu asked: "Have you earned thousands of dollars?"

Wang Bo said: "It must be tens of thousands."

Peng Shengli took out the money and counted it, then calculated yesterday’s data, put the money on the table and said: “Aside from the cost of purchasing and selling the goods, and the cost of purchasing, we made 31,432. Ten 2 yuan and 5 cents."

"More than thirty thousand?" Li Yaolin was stunned.

"Well, more than 30,000." Peng Shengli nodded.

Wang Bo said, "This money is too good to make."

Li Yaolin suddenly raised his fist and chanted: "Long live the motherland!" Then he sang again: "I love you, China! I love you, China! I love you the seedlings that flourish in spring, and I love your golden fruits in autumn..."

"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Nie Jun said: "divide the money. Those involved in selling and purchasing goods will cost 300 yuan per person for labor services, and the rest will be allocated in proportion to the investment."

Wang Bo said: "300 yuan is too much for labor, 100."

"Why are you generous? If you hold it, you can hold it for 300 yuan." Zhou Zhengyu is still a bad temper, very arrogant, obviously kind, but it makes people listen hard.

Peng Shengli said: "Then we will take out the 122 RMB 50 fraction and have dinner tonight to celebrate. The remaining money, Wang Bo and Li Yaolin, each of 300 RMB labor service fee. Then Song Weiyang divided 4560 yuan, Zhou Zhengyu divided 3040 yuan. Nie Jun divided 6,080 yuan, Wang Bo divided 2,432 yuan, Li Yaolin divided 2,432 yuan, and the rest was my 11,856 yuan."

"Great, old Peng has become a millionaire!" Li Yaolin gave a thumbs up.

Peng Shengli was also very happy, happily saying: "Work to get rich, and to work to get rich, I also want to thank Duoduo the motherland."

It is indeed a work to get rich. Once a poor kid in the mountains, a teenager who only dared to eat cold buns in school, his net worth broke 10,000 before the end of his junior year. Although selling small flags is suspected of speculation, Peng Shengli's purchase cost is all he earned from working during the winter and summer vacations. Over the years, he has not returned to his hometown once, just because he wants to save a little travel expenses.

There are also smart people like Peng Shengli in Fudan~www.readwn.com~ There are a few guys in the Department of Economics next door, who ride bicycles and wholesale a lot of "Me? China" and "Me? Hong Kong" T-shirts. They peddled along the street along the way, and many marchers bought them and took off their clothes on the spot.

"Huh, where is Lao Song?" Wang Bo asked.

Nie Jun said: "He went with his girlfriend, probably in the city, there are activities everywhere today."

Li Yaolin criticized: "It's too uncomfortable. I didn't accompany my girlfriend. I have been selling flags in the morning."

Peng Shengli hugged the money and ran out: "I have dinner together tonight, I will save the money first, and send 3,000 yuan back to my parents by the way."

On July 1, Hong Kong City returned, and the whole country celebrated.

On the same day, international capital led by Quantum Fund sold a large amount of Thai baht.

On July 2nd, the Thai government could not bear it and announced that it would abandon the fixed exchange rate. The Thai baht plummeted by 20% that day, and the whole Asia was turbulent.