Chapter 287 Set up a street stall and rent out martial arts novels
Oh.
Fang Minghua said oh, but didn’t say anything.
“I had some impressions of the Lei Xuecheng you mentioned when I was recruiting people just now.” Song Tangtang continued: “I have read many books and have certain literary accomplishments, but we are not recruiting editors but sales people. I asked a few questions, but I am too nerdy and have poor social skills. Do you know him?"
"Yes." Fang Minghua nodded and briefly told how he got to know Lei Xuecheng.
Song Tangtang sighed slightly after hearing this, and then said: "How about recruiting him in and placing him in the editing room?"
"Didn't you say that the company hired four editors some time ago and there is no need to find anyone more?" "?" Fang Minghua asked.
“He can be considered your friend.”
“Forget it, the company is a company and friends are friends. If this is the case, then there are seven aunts and eight aunts and relatives. What should we do if we come here? This is the most taboo thing for a private company." Fang Minghua rejected Song Tangtang's opinion.
Song Tangtang did not insist. The two of them left the office, said hello to Zhao Hongjun and went downstairs.
The two of them were riding their bicycles to go home. Fang Minghua suddenly saw a man walking slowly on the sidewalk in front of him. It was Lei Xuecheng.
With his heart moving, he said to Song Tangtang: "That's Lei Xuecheng, I'll go have a chat with him." After saying that, he pushed his bicycle and accelerated his pace to catch up.
“Lei Xuecheng!” Fang Minghua shouted.
Lei Xuecheng turned around and saw that it was Fang Minghua. He stopped and forced a smile on his face: "Hello, Chief Editor Fang, did you go to Shengshi Book Company for business just now?"
" No, I’m going to pick up my wife and go home.”
Lei Xuecheng looked back and saw a beautiful young woman in a windbreaker pushing a Kun car behind Fang Minghua.
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Isn’t this the deputy general manager who was sitting at the recruitment table just now? !
Thinking of brushing it off himself, Lei Xuecheng was embarrassed to say hello to others again.
"Lei Xuecheng, why did you come to apply? Have you been unemployed in the past few years?" Fang Minghua asked.
Hearing this, Lei Xuecheng was a little ashamed, but he still told Fang Minghua his experiences in the past few years.
Since that year, after publishing a short poem in "Chencang Daily", Lei Xuecheng became more determined to pursue the path of poetry creation.
Every day I either read various literature and poetry books or stay at home and work hard to write. Unfortunately, writing poetry requires talent and not hard work to become a poet.
In the past few years, except for a few short poems published in prefecture-level newspapers and periodicals, I have achieved nothing.
Lei Xuecheng is desperate.
He is 26 years old this year. Others of his age have long been married and have children, but he is still single.
My younger brother took over my father’s duties and got married last year. Not only did my younger brother and his wife not give due respect to Lei Xuecheng, the older brother, but they also made sarcastic remarks because he stayed at home all day and paid a penny. Can't earn it.
As a last resort, Lei Xuecheng had no choice but to come out and look for a job.
After looking at several companies, none of them were suitable. Finally, I saw that Shengshi Book Publishing Company was recruiting sales staff. I thought that I was well-educated in poetry and literature, but in the end, I was not rejected!
The young female manager spoke tactfully, but the boss named Zhao Hongjun was not polite at all: "We want salespeople who can run the market, not some sour scholar who can only sell a few lines of poetry! ”
At that time, he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Of course, Lei Xuecheng did not tell Fang Minghua the exact words. He only said that he felt that literary creation had no future, so he wanted to find a job.
Fang Minghua listened and asked again: "Where is the girl who came to borrow books with you that time? What is she doing now?"
Lei Xuecheng's face suddenly changed He looked even more ugly and said dullly: "She took over her mother's shift and went to work in the cotton factory." He did not say the last sentence.
Already engaged, the groom is not him.
Seeing him like this, Fang Minghua did not ask any more questions but said, "Lei Xuecheng, I want to find a job for you, will you do it or not?"
"What job?" Lei After hearing this, Xuecheng suddenly became energetic. "
"Set up a street stall and rent out martial arts novels. "
"Huh? ! this? "Lei Xuecheng was stunned.
He originally thought that he and Fang Minghua had a relationship. The young female manager was Fang Minghua's daughter-in-law. Through this relationship, he could work at Shengshi Books, but he didn't expect that the other party would let him set up a bookstall!
“You have also seen that martial arts novels are very popular now, especially among students. If you go to Bianjiacun, there are Western University and Northwest Polytechnic University, or go to Xingqing Park, where there are many students at Jiaotong University and Shaanxi Institute of Technology. , Business must not be bad," Fang Minghua explained.
“Of course it doesn’t have to be martial arts. Qiong Yao’s romance novels or some magazines such as Story Club, Martial Arts, and Ancient and Modern Legends will be fine. Students can put whatever they like. Books published by Shengshi Books, I can Let a friend sell it to you at wholesale price.”
Lei Xuecheng was stunned and said nothing.
Seeing this scene, Fang Minghua patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and rode away on his bicycle.
On the street, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang rode side by side.
"Minghua, why did you let that Lei Xuecheng set up a bookstall?" Song Tangtang asked.
"What? Look down on him?" Fang Minghua glanced at his wife: "Lei Xuecheng has no skills and is not good at social interaction. What can he do? I don't think he can bear the hardship of moving bricks at the construction site, so he might as well Go set up a bookstall, but don’t underestimate this business. If you do it well, it will be more than your salary in a month. It’s still high.”
“But a man can’t set up a bookstall all his life, right?”
“It depends on his luck. If he earns some money from setting up a bookstall, he can open a bookstore. If you can be prosperous for twenty years, you should be able to earn enough money to marry a wife and support your family.”
Song Tangtang nodded after hearing this, and suddenly realized there was something wrong with Fang Minghua's words: "Opening a bookstore is the hottest business now, and it is quite profitable. How do you think it can be prosperous for 20 years?"
Because, the Internet When it came, physical bookstores died with it.
But Fang Minghua didn’t say this.
Lei Xuecheng didn't know that Fang Minghua had already planned his life for him. He stood there for a long time, then suddenly woke up, strode to the bus stop, and squeezed into a bus.
Lei Xuecheng’s home is in a large courtyard called Renyi Lane near Taibai Road in Bianjia Village, Xijing. By the time he rushed home, it was already past dinner time.
When her mother saw her eldest son coming back, she quickly came up to him and asked in a low voice: "Xiaocheng, have you applied for the job?"
Lei Xuecheng shook his head.
My mother had a look of disappointment on her face, but there was nothing she could say. Instead, she asked in a low voice: "You haven't eaten, have you? I'll roll out the dough for you."
"Stomach Not hungry." Lei Xuecheng replied suddenly and asked: "Mom, do you have money?"
"What do you want money for?"
"I want to set up a bookstall. I need money to buy books. Lend me some."
"Xiaocheng, why do you suddenly want to set up a bookstall?" My mother was surprised when she heard this: "You are not afraid. Is it embarrassing? "
"Is it embarrassing?" Lei Xuecheng said with a sad smile: "I am already in my twenties and still relying on you to support me. I have already lost my life. Why do I still care about this? "
(End of this chapter)