"I've seen enough, please come back. Boss Shi, let me talk?" Yang Rui's voice was not loud, but he still woke up Junshi Dong and others.

Hu Yanshan was in a bad mood. Since he was in high school, he had been walking sideways at Xibao Middle School. As a result, it seemed that the sky changed overnight. It doesn’t matter if he is no longer the most famous student, it doesn’t matter if he fails to fight for his father, it doesn’t matter if he fails to fight for his brothers... It seems like what is the 2,000 yuan falling from the sky?

"Is the remittance order real?" the other two whispered.

"Don't embarrass you, it's true." Military Secretary Dong hooked his head and walked straight back.

Hu Yanshan didn't want to go down the mountain to have a meal anymore, so he greeted him and returned to the dormitory with the military advisor who was about to turn a dog.

Shi Gui came to the side door with surprise and worry, and explained embarrassedly: "I didn't mean to tell them about the royalties... I thought they were your classmates or something, so I guess they all knew..."

"Actually, I originally wanted to give you a way to make money, but now..." Yang Rui didn't listen to his explanation and wrapped the envelope in his hand into his pocket, his voice making a long sound.

Shi Gui quickly squeezed out a smile and said, "It's my fault, it's all my fault. This... what's the way you think?"

If it were yesterday, Shi Gui might not have attached much importance to Yang Rui's opinions, but after seeing the 2,000 yuan remittance, he would not have ignored it.

It would be strange if someone who can earn his income in one go without a way to make a fortune.

Yang Rui looked at him seriously for a while before saying, "You can come up with the idea of ​​taking out food, which means you really have a business brain and dare to put it into practice. This is better than others."

"It's not a good idea. From beginning to end, you ordered takeaway." Shi Gui laughed twice, not feeling proud.

Yang Rui smiled and said, "That's you who are ahead of you. Being ahead is a good thing, proving that you can seize opportunities that others cannot seize, just like the one I give you now."

Shi Gui straightened his waist and took a look at the ears.

At this time, to outsiders, it seemed a bit strange to a middle school student to give an adult a chance. However, both parties involved felt that it was normal.

Yang Rui's psychological age is similar to Shi Gui, and his rebirth is naturally different. Shi Gui is a post-rebellious young man who longs to identify with. He does not want to live a step-by-step life like his parents. After opening a small restaurant by himself, he does not make much profit, and the opportunity for a change is precious.

"Have you been to the provincial capital?" Yang Rui found a large stone on the side of the road and sat down.

Shi Gui also sat down quickly and whispered: "I've been there a few times."

"Do you know someone?"

Shi Gui thought hard and said, "There are two classmates working in the provincial capital and haven't been in touch for a long time."

"Willing to work hard in the provincial capital?

"Will." After hearing a series of questions, Shi Gui guessed some, and then asked: "What do you want me to do?"

"Sell textbooks. College entrance examination textbooks."

"College entrance examination textbook?"

"Did you see the students over there? They came here to copy textbooks." Yang Rui pointed to the woods beside the school gate. There were several benches there. They used to be a place for literary and artistic youth to communicate with poetry, but now they are occupied by students from other schools.

Shi Gui came to deliver takeaway before. He only saw people, but he didn't know that he was a student from another place. After listening to Yang Rui's explanation, he understood a little and whispered: "What do you mean is to print the textbooks and sell them to the provincial capital?"

"Start from the surrounding area first, but you must go to the provincial capital. Look, so many students come over from afar, not only to spend money on travel, but also waste time. If you go directly to their school to sell, will the effect be better?"

"What if they only buy one and copy each other?"

"There is no need for everyone to buy it, but it is impossible for everyone to copy it. If you go to a place a day, as long as one-tenth of students buy it, the income will be great. If it can be sold to the city and province, then there will be more. Moreover, we can keep launching new versions, giving new answers, and coming up with new solutions... In short, you don't have to worry about the test papers, I promise it will always be attractive. As for you, after you get familiar with it, you can still hire someone to run."

"How to print?" Shi Gui asked a key question.

"In the early stage... we used mimeographs."

"Miophant printing? Mixed printing paper?" There was no Chinese in the 1980s who didn't know mimeograph. Any unit with a name, whether it was a township government, school or village committee, had its own mimeograph machines of large or small, and the effects were not much different. A single version of wax paper was carved for more than ten minutes, but at most it could only print dozens of paper and it was invalid. The handwriting was not clear enough, and the ink was easy to dirty hands...

Yang Rui nodded, of course he was not joking.

Shi Gui lowered his head and thought for a long time before saying, "I can carve for a few hours at night, but I guess I can't do it too quickly..."

Yang Rui smiled: "No one lets you mimeograph."

"Who will print it?"

"I'm looking for someone to print at school." Yang Rui said, smiling, "There are students who are willing to work part-time in the junior high school and high school. If the equipment is complete, it will not be difficult to print hundreds of test papers every day or even more. At that time, binding them into books and selling them at a relatively cheap price is also a good way to make money."

I didn’t have a part-time job for students in 1982. For many students, even if they earn one cent a day, they can save their family a living expenses, which is of great help.

Shi Gui asked: "Can't you find a printing factory to do it?"

"First of all, we have few print counts and many varieties, and the printing factory is not flexible enough. Secondly, mimeographing costs are lower and cheaper. Let's try the waters first, and then decide whether to find a printing factory according to the situation. What do you think?"

Shi Gui said hesitantly: "I don't have much capital, so I even borrowed money from relatives to open a hotel..."

Yang Rui interrupted him and said, "If you are willing to do it, I will give you two plans."

"Um?"

"The first plan is to invest in shares. I am responsible for production and you are responsible for sales. In the early stage, the cost of buying mimeographs and paper, ink and pens is each burden half of the cost, which is considered equity capital. I want 70% of the profits, and you have to pay 30% of the profits. The second plan is that I will bear all the expenses. I will give you a monthly salary of 50 yuan, and you are still responsible for sales. No matter which plan it is, you have to hand over the hotel to others." Yang Rui has been observing Shi Gui in recent days and knows that his hotel business is not very good. Although his income is more than twice as much as 50 yuan per month, it is his wife who is doing it.

On the other hand, township hotels have the trouble of placing white slips, which means credit, which cannot be considered an excellent business.

Shi Gui was still very worried and said hesitantly: "The profit is 70% or 30% off. I don't think it's good. Should the two of them work together? "

His tone was not very firm.

Yang Rui shook his head firmly and said, "I provide the test papers, and this is a considerable expenditure. If the profit is not heavy, I would rather continue to contribute to the magazine. Moreover, I am also responsible for the production process and assume management responsibilities, which is not high."

At the beginning, his bottom line was actually the share of ****, but because of Shi Gui's big mouth, he lowered his expectations for the two of them to cooperate.

In his eyes, Shi Gui, who has a little bit of enthusiasm and vision, is a rare business partner now, but if he has no progress and changes, the relationship between the two will not last long. Therefore, it is meaningless to give more 10% of the profit.

If Shi Gui knew what was the basis for Yang Rui’s decision, he would definitely regret it.

But he didn't know now, and struggled for a while, and found that Yang Rui would not give in, and seemed to hesitate. Even if he only invested one or two months of income, it would still be very uncomfortable if he failed.

After a while, Yang Rui smiled: "Don't like the first or the second?"

"I have some concerns..."

"Then how about I give you the third one?"

Shi Gui still wanted to do this business, so he immediately raised his chest and said, "You said."

"Commission. I will reimburse you for 10 yuan in transportation costs every month. In the future, if you sell a set of test papers, I will give you a 20% commission. If you sell more, the commission can be increased. In this way, you will no longer have to invest your principal." Unlike the first plan, although the third plan saves principal, it reduces future returns. Once more people intervene in the sales, Shi Gui is no different from those who are later.

Of course, this method is also the least risky way.

After a brief thought, Shi Gui chose the third plan and said, "If I want to invest in the future, can I still invest?"

"Yes, but the specific distribution of profits will be negotiated at that time."

Shi Gui nodded repeatedly, not thinking that there would be any essential difference between now and in the future.
Chapter completed!