Li Weidong almost spit out blood: "Ding Zhiyuan, why are you turning your elbows outward!"

Ding Zhiyuan spread his hands and said: "If you don't want to work with me, I can only find outsiders."

"I..." Li Weidong is so depressed, threatening, naked threats, big or small, does he still have an uncle like me in his eyes?

But when he thought about Biaozi coming from behind and riding on his head, he couldn't bear it.

"What big deal are you talking about?"

Ding Zhiyuan briefly stated his thoughts, and Li Weidong's eyes lit up after listening.

Finally, Ding Zhiyuan warned: "I mentioned this matter to Lao Liao, but I didn't go into details. Don't let it slip."

Li Weidong understood instantly, patted his chest and said, "You still don't know my tone of voice? You won't even say anything to me even if you kill me!"

"You make the soda in the county first, and forget about the soda from other places.

Moreover, the soda sales season fluctuates greatly. Except for the three months of June, July, and August, the rest of the year is the off-season.

We can take advantage of the off-season for soda sales to free up production capacity to produce new products.

How about I let you take charge of the Qucheng market? Is it interesting to you?"

"That's pretty much it!" Li Weidong smiled with satisfaction, "You are quite particular about what you do. I have a lot, so I won't argue with you."

"Get out!" Ding Zhiyuan kicked him into the river.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the end of the month.

In the past two days, Li Chunmei dried the newly made bedding, packed it in a nylon bag, and wrapped it with a waterproof cloth.

Originally, according to Ding Zhiyuan's wishes, there was no need to bring anyone with the surname Li. After arriving in Jinling, what could you not buy if you had money?

But after all, he is a parent and understands Li Chunmei's psychology very well.

The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles. She wants to give everything she has for fear of wronging her son.

In order to keep Li Chunmei's heart at ease, he had to carry it even if it was an iron lump.

Tomorrow I will invite Liao Fugui and his brothers to the county town for dinner. Firstly, it is natural to treat them after being admitted to university, and secondly, it is to thank the brothers for their hard work in the past two months.

What, rabble?

Don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for libel!

How can I, Ding Zhiyuan, be brothers with a mob?

No, how could I call my brothers a rabble?

They are all brothers and sisters of me, Ding Zhiyuan. As for the rabble, it is absolutely impossible!

Tomorrow the banquet place is set to be Deyue Tower in the county town. This is the best restaurant in Qucheng. There are nearly twenty people, and there are two tables no matter what. It will definitely cost a lot.

He took out the key from under the pillow, opened the lock of the desk and cabinet, pulled out a woven bag from inside, and gently opened it to reveal a stack of small coins.

In the past two months, he has earned a total of almost 240,000 to less than 250,000. He gave Li Chunmei 20,000 before, and now he still has more than 220,000 on hand.

For the convenience of carrying, Ding Zhiyuan transferred all the 50-denomination banknotes in the sales into his own hands.

In April this year, the fourth set of RMB was officially issued, but the first ones issued were only in two denominations: 50 yuan and 50 cents.

100 yuan, 2 yuan, 1 yuan, and 2 cents will not be issued until next year, and other denominations will have to come later.

Since it was just issued, there are not many RMB with a face value of 50 yuan in circulation on the market. After saving for two months, he only saved RMB 150,500 with a face value.

A stack of one hundred cards, with a face value of 5,000, or 150,000, is only 30 stacks, but "Great Unity" requires 150 stacks!

There are still more than 70,000 left, which are all "Great Unity".

As for why he didn't change all the "Great Unity" into portable 50-yuan bills, because he didn't dare to go to the bank!

In this era when everything worth ten thousand yuan is a rarity, if he goes to the bank to exchange money with a sack of "Great Unity", he will be invited to tea by the police uncle.

Even the crime can be thought of - the crime of unknown sources of huge amounts of property.

Of course, he is not qualified to receive this crime, but that’s pretty much what it means.

He took out a stack of "Great Unity" and put it next to his pillow, preparing to take it with him tomorrow.

Looking at the small coins in the woven bag, Ding Zhiyuan was in a dilemma. Should he take all the money to Jinling or only part of it?

In the end, he decided to take only the 150,000 with a face value of 50, and keep the rest of the "great unity" at home.

30 stacks only weigh 6 pounds. If you put it into a handbag and stuffed a few books into it, you can't tell from the outside that there is a huge sum of 150,000 yuan inside.

The next morning, Ding Zhiyuan walked a step ahead alone and arrived at the county seat before eleven o'clock.

After getting off the shuttle bus, it took ten minutes to walk to No. 1 Middle School.

It's been more than half a month since the senior year of high school started, but the campus is quiet.

As expected, he was stopped by Uncle Qin at the gate. Before Uncle Qin could speak, Ding Zhiyuan threw him a bag of Hongtashan.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Uncle Qin caught the cigarette skillfully and exclaimed, "Xiao Ding, you have changed your gun for a cannon. This cigarette is good... No, how can you have cigarettes? You smoke!"

In No. 1 Middle School, smoking and falling in love are absolutely forbidden, whoever touches them will die!

Uncle Qin really can't understand that Ding Zhiyuan is so good at studying, but he can also smoke. He knows people well but doesn't know his heart!

Ding Zhiyuan laughed and said: "I bought it specifically to honor you! You are busy, I will go find Lao Liu."

Old Liu was his class teacher in the third year of high school, his name was Liu Jianjun. He became bald before he was forty years old, and he was often called Liu Baldy behind his back.

Uncle Qin waved his hand and said: "Liu Jianjun has no classes at the moment, so he must be in the office."

High school and junior high school are not the same. The class teachers and teachers in junior high schools generally follow from the first grade to the third grade. However, in order to prepare for the college entrance examination, high schools usually concentrate the best teachers in the third grade of senior high school.

Therefore, Liu Jianjun had just sent away Ding Zhiyuan's class of students, and only took less than a month's rest before starting to take care of the new class of senior high school students.

When he arrived at the senior high school teacher's office, Ding Zhiyuan stood in the corridor and knocked on the window. Liu Jianjun, who was sitting by the window, turned his head and saw him, and quickly waved him in.

"Old..." Ding Zhiyuan was reluctant to call out "Old Liu", "Teacher, are you busy?"

Liu Jianjun laughed and cursed: "You, you, you are really lucky!

Jinling University can admit your second choice. This is the first time I have taught students for nearly 20 years!"

"No, luck can't be stopped when it comes." Ding Zhiyuan naturally handed over a cigarette, clicked a cigarette, and struck a match, "But the key is that I did well in the exam, don't you think?"

Liu Jianjun held a cigarette in his right hand and asked with squinted eyes: "The cigarette is good, why haven't I seen you smoke it before?"

"Hi!" Ding Zhiyuan would not be fooled by Old Liu's little trick, and said with a smile: "I only started smoking after the college entrance examination. I guarantee that I haven't smoked in three years of high school!"

Liu Jianjun laughed dumbly and pointed at him with his finger: "You kid didn't tell the truth. Okay, it's all over anyway. When will you start school?"

Ding Zhiyuan said: "I'll leave tomorrow. I'll come to see you today. I won't treat you to dinner. We'll talk about it when we get back from winter vacation."
Chapter completed!