Lin Daoyuan talked a lot with Song Yuanchao, and also asked some questions that Song Yuanchao did not discuss in depth in the document. Song Yuanchao explained these one by one and listened to some of Lin Daoyuan's opinions.

This chat lasted for more than an hour. When Lin Daoyuan asked another question, he suddenly realized that so much time had passed.

Lighting a cigarette, Lin Daoyuan looked at Song Yuanchao with great satisfaction and asked: "If you were asked to go to a state-owned enterprise, do you think you can actually face such a situation?"

Song Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said cautiously: "It's hard to say, after all, every company has its own special circumstances, from products to structures, from personnel to facilities, and what we talk about on paper is just on paper.

The actual operation must be based on the actual situation, plus some internal and external factors..."

Speaking of this, Song Yuanchao laughed: "Uncle, it seems a little too early for you to say this. Don't forget that I just entered school this year and there are still several years left before graduation."

"Yes, it is indeed too early to talk about these." Lin Daoyuan laughed dumbly. The more he talked with Song Yuanchao, the more Lin Daoyuan found that many of his ideas were very different from ordinary young people, especially many of the views put forward by Song Yuanchao.

Lin Daoyuan was pleasantly surprised, and more importantly, Song Yuanchao had a stability that other young people did not have. This was rare and valuable, and it was also what Lin Daoyuan admired the most.

When chatting with Song Yuanchao, Lin Daoyuan even had the idea of ​​talking to his peers. As the topic deepened, he easily ignored Song Yuanchao's age and identity.

The sudden question just now was made by Lin Daoyuan subconsciously. Since Song Yuanchao put forward so many opinions and proposed some solutions to the problem, Lin Daoyuan felt for a while that if Song Yuanchao was placed in a company, let him learn through actual practice.

It might be more appropriate to verify.

That's why Lin Daoyuan asked that question. But when Song Yuanchao answered like this, Lin Daoyuan suddenly remembered that Song Yuanchao was only a freshman college student, and in the next few years, Song Yuanchao would continue studying in college.

, until graduation three and a half years later.

Sighing secretly in his heart, Lin Daoyuan suddenly felt that it would be a waste for talents like Song Yuanchao to go to college. If Song Yuanchao was not a college student now, maybe Lin Daoyuan would use his own ideas to ask Song Yuanchao to go to a small and medium-sized enterprise to verify them with reality.

points of discussion, thereby proving the true results of many issues.

Thinking of this, Lin Daoyuan laughed again. Now Song Yuanchao has impressed himself. What will he look like after he graduates? As an elder and a future father-in-law, Lin Daoyuan is very looking forward to seeing this result.

He also had great expectations for Song Yuanchao.

There are only a few days left before the New Year's Day Party. January 1, 1980 is a Tuesday. The New Year's Day Party is scheduled to start at 7 pm on December 31, 1979. The party will last for five and a half hours until 0:30 on New Year's Day.

End of minutes.

For this cross-generational party, everyone at Beijing Normal University has been busy preparing since December 28, and the same is true for Song Yuanchao and his class. Since Class 1 of the 79th Department of Economics has two programs to prepare, class leader Cheng Mengshan finally

Among the several programs prepared, two were finally selected, one of which was a cross talk between Secretary Yang Zhengqing and Sun Yaoliang.

Yang Zhengqing has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is tall and burly, while Sun Yaoliang is not tall and has a wretched face. The two of them stand together and make people laugh. In addition, Yang Zhengqing's allegro is good, and Sun Yaoliang is eloquent. After rehearsal

The two of them teased each other and made the classmates laugh with their serious nonsense, so the program was quickly confirmed.

As for the other program, it finally fell to Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao played the accordion well, and his voice, although not very professional, was good. Everyone warmly applauded during the rehearsal. In the end, the students voted

Most of the votes were cast for Song Yuanchao, who had no choice but to reluctantly accept this arduous task.

As the party time gradually approaches, Song Yuanchao will rehearse almost every day and play the accordion for an hour to further familiarize himself with and restore his skills.

It was the same today. Song Yuanchao went to the small rehearsal hall after class. He carried the accordion and played a cheerful tune first. After adjusting the situation, a melodious tune began to play as he opened and closed his hands, and at the same time, a low singing voice accompanied him.

The music played.

"Why are the flowers so red? Why are they so red? Hey... the red is like burning fire, which symbolizes pure friendship and love..."

The song "Why Are the Flowers So Red" echoed in the small auditorium. Song Yuanchao did not have a naturally good voice, but his song made people feel the sincerity and emotion in the lyrics. In addition, Song Yuanchao

The voice is low and slightly hoarse, making people immersed in this song.

A few minutes later, as the last note fell, there was silence in the small auditorium, followed by thunderous applause.

"Singing so well!"

"The music was played well and the singing was so good. I almost thought I was listening to the original singer."

"You're wrong. I think it's better than the original song. I didn't like this singing method at first, but the more I listened to it, the more interesting it became. By the way, who is this classmate?"

"You don't even know about him? This is Song Yuanchao from Class 1 of the Economics Department, Class 79. Do you know Lin Yan, Class 77? He is Lin Yan's partner!"

"That's him! I heard that he was very popular on the day of the report. Is this true?"

"Of course, I was at the scene that day. I told you quietly, you must not tell others, that day..."

Several female classmates were chatting and deviated from the topic, and they immediately gathered together to gossip. On the stage, Song Yuanchao had already unloaded the accordion, checked the condition of the accordion, and then handed the instrument back to the counselor.

.

"Yuanchao, you sang well!" Teacher Shen, the counselor, smiled and said to Song Yuanchao.

"Thank you, Teacher Shen. If nothing happens, I will leave first."

"Wait for Yuan Chao." Teacher Shen suddenly remembered something and stopped Song Yuan Chao: "Are you planning to sing this song at the party?"

"Why, Teacher Shen, is there anything wrong with this song?" Song Yuanchao was stunned.

"No problem, this is indeed a good song, but I personally think this song is not suitable for the party. Think about it, our party is a New Year's Eve party, to bid farewell to the old 1970s and welcome the new one.

The eighties are here, so I personally think you should perform a more upbeat and positive song."

Teacher Shen smiled and suggested this to Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao thought for a while and nodded: "You are right, let's do this. I will go back and think about it to see if there are any suitable songs."

"Okay, then you go back and think about it." Teacher Shen was very happy to see Song Yuanchao doing good things. He said goodbye to Teacher Shen. Song Yuanchao stepped off the stage from the side. When he was about to leave, he saw Luo Yang waiting for him not far away.

"Great singer, your singing is really good!" Seeing Song Yuanchao, Luo Yang gave him a thumbs up.

Song Yuanchao smiled and scolded: "You're a singer, I'm just pretending to be good at it, and I will regret it forever if I make a mistake. If it wasn't for the sake of my boss, why would I join in the fun? By the way, why are you here today? Don't you go to Dashilan?"

"Nothing happened over there in Dashilar. Everything is basically stable now." Luo Yang replied, then he looked around and winked at Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao nodded slightly with understanding, and the two of them left the small auditorium and went directly to the dormitory.

building.

In the afternoon, no one in Song Yuanchao's dormitory was there. He opened the door and greeted Luo Yang to come in. After he entered, Song Yuanchao closed the door and the two of them sat near the window.

The heating in the dormitory was very comfortable. Song Yuanchao poured a glass of water for Luo Yang. He put the water glass down and took the cigarette from Luo Yang. After the two of them lit it, Luo Yang said: "The goods I ordered last time have arrived. Thank you very much for this."

You are."

"As long as the goods have arrived, there is no need to mention the word thank you. How is the business going now?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Luo Yang said: "Now the store's sales have dropped to about 600 per day, but overall it's still pretty good."

"This is normal." Song Yuanchao nodded. No matter how big the market is, it has its limits. What's more, the current opening of the market is only in the early stages. After the initial hot sales, a partial decline in the market is inevitable. What's more, Luoyang and the others are not only engaged in retail.

We also do some wholesale. Wholesale sales will inevitably lead to the creation of similar sales channels throughout the Yanjing market, thus forming a diversion of products.

Apart from this reason, Luo Yang’s family is not the only one making fake collars in the Yanjing market now. With the popularity of fake collars in Dashilan, many people who smelled the business opportunities have also entered this industry.

Although the fake collars sold by many people are not from Shanghai, but are produced in Tianjin or other places. Compared with the Shanghai products, these fake collars are slightly inferior in fabric and craftsmanship, but they sell them slightly cheaper than Luoyang, so

It also diverted away many of Luoyang's potential customers.

Today Luo Yang came to Song Yuanchao to ask about the solution to this problem. Song Yuanchao sighed and said: "This kind of problem is unavoidable. You are also studying economics. You should know the pursuit of profits by capital. When the market is open, monopoly

If it is broken, capital will inevitably recover. The pursuit of interests is the nature of capital. In fact, the question you just asked me is also for this purpose, isn't it?"

Luo Yang thought for a moment and laughed. It was true that Song Yuanchao was right. He had never thought of this before.

"To put it bluntly, fake collars are not a high-tech thing. The production process is much simpler than that of shirts. Not to mention some manufacturers, even family workshops can make them. The difference is only the quality."

After taking a puff of cigarette, Song Yuanchao added: "Besides, you can't sell it yourself but restrict others from selling it, right? When a popular product appears on the market, it will inevitably attract followers of similar products. It has been more than a month since you sold it.
Chapter completed!