Chapter 288 Business is booming
“But. But.”
My mother sighed.
My mother loves her eldest son very much. He has been sensible and good at academics since he was a child. Unfortunately, he joined the queue after graduating from junior high school, which delayed his studies and did not enter the university after returning to the city.
I have loved literature since I was a child and have always dreamed of being a writer and poet. But now I am setting up a bookstall just to make a living. This is so hurtful when word spreads out.
But at this time, Lei Xuecheng seemed to have figured it out, and he looked relaxed: "I have thought about it. Setting up a bookstall takes a long time, but it is not hard work. When I save money, I will rent a storefront and open a bookstore to sell books! Okay! Selling popular novels such as martial arts and romance, and even poetry, poetry, and serious literature!"
These are all what he likes.
Lei Xuecheng became more and more excited as he talked. He now saw clearly the path he wanted to take.
At first he was obsessed with literature and seemed a bit nerdy, but he was not stupid.
Early the next morning, Lei Xuecheng went out with the 300 yuan his mother secretly gave him. Three days later, he was on the sidewalk not far from the gate of Western University. opened a bookstall.
"Books are rented for 20 cents a day, with a deposit of 5 yuan, and magazines are 10 cents with a deposit of 2 yuan." Lei Xuecheng enthusiastically recruits past students: "And you can apply for a discount card for borrowing books here."
"What is a discount card?" A boy was curious.
“Just like a library card in your university, you can pay 20 yuan in advance to get a card, and you can get a 20% discount on borrowing books and magazines.”
“With this Good thing? Okay, I'll do it!" A boy immediately took out two "Great Unity" cards from his pocket. Lei Xuecheng took out a neatly cut piece of kraft paper from his yellow satchel. In addition to the words "library card" on it, there was also his handwritten signature.
Lei Xuecheng has learned a good calligraphy, and his signature is so fast that most people can't imitate it, so he doesn't worry about someone pretending to sign his name.
Moreover, he also took out a small notebook to register the card holder's information and asked the other party to sign it, so whoever wanted to cheat could just take out his own notebook.
These are all the things he came up with after not sleeping well last night.
Since you want to do it, you need to use more brains.
At the end of the day, 52 books and magazines were rented out, making a net profit of 18 yuan. However, including the deposit and card application, the income was as high as 650 yuan!
Oh my god.
Sure enough, as Fang Minghua said, this thing is very profitable.
Well, I will ask my mother to help me look at the bookstall tomorrow, and I will go and buy some more books.
It has been a week since Fang Minghua saw Lei Xuecheng again. His sister is a graduate student at NPU. I'm busy and often don't come back on weekends, so my mother asks Fang Minghua to send some food over sometimes.
Today is the weekend. When Fang Minghua passed by the gate of Western University on his bicycle carrying a box of peach cakes, he saw the busy Lei Xuecheng, so he slowed down.
At this time, although Lei Xuecheng's complexion was a bit weathered and his skin was not as tender as the last time I saw him, he was in good spirits and was busy recommending a romance novel written by Qiong Yao to a female student:
"Classmate, I suggest you read this book "Several Degrees of Red Sunset". This is Qiong Yao's masterpiece. Its name comes from a poem written by Yang Shen, a writer in the Ming Dynasty: "Linjiang Immortal: The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East". One line: The green mountains remain the same. Here, the sunset is red. The writing is as beautiful as this poem."
"But I like to read Sanmao's books," the girl said.
"Then read this collection of essays "Stories of the Sahara". Lei Xuecheng immediately picked up another book from the bookstall.
"This book is about San Mao Carrying my luggage, I walked into the desolate and monotonous Sahara Desert. It was very beautiful to find and experience the truth, goodness and beauty of life in the desert. ”
“Do you know? "Olive Tree" is the song Qi Yu sang. The lyrics were written by Sanmao based on her time in the Sahara Desert. Does it sound good? ”
After hearing this, the girl immediately rented the book and left happily. When Fang Minghua saw this scene, he smiled and rode his bicycle past the bookstall without saying hello.
It is early March, and the grass is growing and the orioles are flying.
Today is Saturday, Fang Minghua followed Song Tangtang by bike back to her parents’ house for dinner.
The young couple is busy at work, especially Song Tangtang's company, so they usually don't work together. Fang Minghua solves problems in his workplace canteen at noon, while Song Tangtang eats at a restaurant on the street, and rides to Fang Minghua's parents' place for dinner in the evening.
But on Saturday night, I usually go back to Song Tangtang's parents' place, have a meal, and the two of them talk together.
It was the same today. The two of them rode into the military compound. When they entered the yard, they saw a man wearing an 85-style military uniform.
Song Tangtang’s brother Song Yuemin usually comes back with his wife and son on weekends.
The family is having dinner lively. Song Tangtang’s father would open a bottle of Moutai at this time and let his son and son-in-law have a few drinks with him.
The son is not good at drinking, but the son-in-law is.
However, starting from the second day after the wedding, Fang Minghua was prohibited from drinking, euphemistically calling it: "Closing the mountains to cultivate forests."
For the sake of the next generation, and in order to have a good grandson, Song Tangtang’s father had no choice but to endure the pain and stop drinking, and drink some Jianlibao, which has become very popular in the past two years.
Everyone chatted while eating, usually Song Tangtang's father and Song Yuemin talking about the army. Fang Minghua listened quietly.
"Dad, I heard that the military rank system is about to be restored?" Song Yuemin asked.
“Yes, the Central Military Commission has set up a special “Military Rank Office” group. It has been planned for several years and it is estimated that it will be implemented within the next year.”
Song Yuemin was a little excited after hearing this: "Dad, I am now a regiment-level cadre. At least I can be given a colonel, or a senior colonel!"
Unexpectedly, his father's eyes widened: "What a beautiful idea! You are in a regiment A senior cadre, he is not a serious field force commander, so he is a lieutenant colonel! Why not a senior colonel?"
Song Yuemin suddenly stopped talking and buried his head in eating.
Fang Minghua smiled secretly in his heart.
My father-in-law treats me very well. After drinking too much, he dares to put his arms around his shoulders and call himself brother, but he treats his son Song Yuemin very harshly.
Maybe it’s because of the high hopes?
Song Tangtang’s father didn’t seem to have said enough, and continued to scold: “Look at Minghua, he is now a cadre at the deputy department level, which is equivalent to the deputy division level in the army! He is much better than you. !”
Song Yuemin felt aggrieved after hearing this.
His job is a false one. He has a rank without even a salary. How can he compare with a serious regiment-level cadre?
But my brother-in-law is indeed very powerful. He is only 26 years old and is the vice chairman of the Qin Provincial Writers Association. He will be co-opted as a director of the National Writers Association next year!
Tsk tsk
Suddenly, Song Yuemin thought of something and said to Fang Minghua: "Minghua, I heard that your magazine is going to reform? Are you going to compete for the editor-in-chief?"
(End of this chapter)