MTL - Rebirth Turn of the Century-Chapter 22 Daddy Guo

   Chapter 22 Guo Daddy

   At night, the office area of ​​Wanjia Lighting Decoration City is very quiet.

   After get off work, Zhao Song came here after sending Yuanyuan to the computer training class.

  The owner of the small shop is surnamed Mei, and Fu Shan’s factory is also called Wanjia by coincidence.

   At this time, Boss Mei was calling the factory to calculate the cost, and Zhao Song sat on the side and carefully faced the technical data.

   "The lamp beads need to be illuminated by Fushan"

   Boss Mei nodded, and then discussed with the other end of the phone.

  The 1,000 ultra-thin spotlights that Xingsheng asked for must be tooling, the kind he put on the counter. Xingsheng dared to ask for it, but he was unwilling to give it.

   The duty is to do a temporary business and make a lifetime of money. Zhao Song did not dare to live in the house bought with the money from the pit. Tooling has very high quality requirements, otherwise you will break two ends and one bad in three days, affecting other people's business. Not to mention prosperity will definitely kill him, and he himself will not allow it.

  Aluminum alloy lamp body, acrylic cover, the supplier is required to comply with the ISO quality system certification. The lamp beads in each spotlight have changed from one brand to three Fushan lighting. Unless all three are broken, they can be used all the time.

   The last one from 22 comes to 16.

   Zhao Song took the initiative to add it to 18, and asked to put the name and phone number of Mingjia Technology in the manual. In the end, this ultra-thin spotlight can only be sold by him in the entire Kyoto, and other places are free. Boss Mei agreed.

  Deposit, 20000, quantity 5000, delivery within half a month. Before the listing of LED, Zhao Song had some income.

   Beijing University West Gate, No. 25, Bureau of Corrections, 22.23 points.

   Zhao Song and Yuanyuan simply washed up and collapsed on the bed.

   "Brother, do you think it's safe to put money in Brother Zhao Xin's place?"

   "Sister, if he loses it, he will pay you."

   "Brother, I never thought I could make so much money in a day."

   "Sister, store image and sales season, remember these two concepts, learn and understand by yourself."

   "Brother, I seem to be in a dream."

   Zhao Song hugged Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan, there are more than 20 million people in this city, and few people are as lucky as us to know Uncle Er!"

   "Yuanyuan, you are very good now. There are many temptations in the future. If you keep your heart, you will be good for everything. Yuanyuan, you must keep your heart, Yuanyuan..." Zhao Song closed his eyes while muttering to himself.

  He…too tired.

  …

   A few buds have sprung up on the tree branches where the tired birds are nesting, just in the days when everything is about to recover and the weather is about to get warmer…

   Zhao Song was called to the dean.

   Ten days after the opening of the counter, Yuanyuan has been able to support the counter independently for a period of time, and Zhao Song will arrive as soon as possible after his professional class. However, after class ended today, Zhao Song was stopped.

   A qualified dean should have no given name or surname.

   "Someone reported that I was selling hair... No, I was selling VCDs?"

   "Director Guo, I haven't sold VCDs for nearly two months, do you know why?" This dean is unqualified because he has a surname.

   "Because they only want to buy VCDs, as excellent students in this school," Zhao Song said eloquently, ignoring the speechless face of the dean: "Of course I am obliged to refuse, and I will never sell VCDs again."

   "Director Guo, I have no parents and no mother in Kyoto, I struggle alone, but I see you as my father."

   "Father Guo, you gave me the certificate of outstanding student, and you gave me the opportunity to have a part-time job outside the school so that I can support myself, Father Guo..."

   "Fuck off!"

"What?"

   "Fuck me."

   "Hey." Zhao Song desperately wanted to squat down and roll, but when he saw the dark-faced director, he had to run away.

   Zhao Song knew it was all right. He is a backup model of the school's work-study program. When the higher-level leaders inspect the relevant achievements, he will become an official model. In this wonderful second-tier undergraduate program, there are a bunch of backup models waiting for the school to call, waiting for the higher-level leaders to inspect, and then become typical.

   Zhao Song slept in 137 that night, and the dormitory was unusually quiet all night. Before 6 o'clock the next morning, "Ding" packed his luggage, waited for everyone to wake up, and then walked away with nothing in his hands.

Zhao Song, who came out of the logistics department, has since become a glorious day student, saving 800 yuan of bed fees per semester. Since then, Zhao Song has nothing to do with the entire class except for classes. Thanks to the blessing of his roommates, he His reputation in the meeting class has long been stinky.

   As for the other classes, who knows who he is, except for the guy who carries bags and sells computers?

   Zhao Song pouted. who cares!

  This is the last day of February 2000. The counter has been open for ten days. Calculated based on 30% of the shares, Zhao Song has an average of 18,000 a day, and the large booth continues to be idle.

  Total assets: 190,000

   (end of this chapter)