A few days later, Song Yuanchao was packing his luggage at home.

Just like when he went to the mountains and countryside, Song Yuanchao once again had to leave his hometown and go to a strange place.

The difference is that this time he is not going to the northwest to cultivate the earth, but to study at the Capital University, the highest institution in the country. Another difference is that it was his parents who packed his luggage back then, but this time it was Song Yuanchao himself.

Put the changes of clothes and daily necessities neatly into the box one by one. The suitcase that contains the items is a very old suitcase, which was used by my father Song Guangzeng when he was young. Although it is old, the quality is very good.

It can still be used perfectly until now.

Packing his luggage, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but think of the scene when he went to his parents' graves yesterday. He didn't know when he would leave and come back this time. Plus, how could he not tell his parents such good news as being admitted to college? So Song Yuanchao had to tell his parents early.

I went to the cemetery in Suzhou and sat in front of my parents' graves for a long time, talking to my parents a lot about what was in my heart.

Song Yuanchao picked up the photo frame containing himself and his parents from the desk, gently wiped the thin dust on the glass with his hand, took a deep look at his parents on the photo frame, and carefully put the photo frame into the box.

Then, he picked up the photo frame that contained the photos of himself, Qin Zhengguo, Lin Yan and Ying Caixia. Looking at Lin Yan in the photo, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was about to go to the Capital University and completed the study of Lin Yan.

Song Yuanchao imagined what Lin Yan's expression would be like when she saw him appearing in front of her.

Song Yuanchao hasn't told Lin Yan about being admitted to university yet. He plans to wait until he gets to Yanjing and Beijing Normal University before giving her an unexpected surprise.

Just as Song Yuanchao was immersed in the reverie that he would see Lin Yan soon, a voice calling him suddenly came from downstairs. Song Yuanchao was stunned, turned around and answered first, quickly put the photo frame into the box, closed the box lid and turned around to go downstairs.

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"How did you come?"

When I got downstairs, I saw Zhang Yong standing outside the door.

"Why can't I come? Not welcome?" Zhang Yong asked Song Yuanchao with a smile, and handed the thing he was carrying to Song Yuanchao: "I just came back from Hangzhou and heard that you were admitted to the Capital University. You are so big

I have to come over to express my congratulations on passing the college entrance examination and wishing you a bright future!"

Looking at the things handed over, they were nothing more than some specialties from Hangzhou. Although the things were not worth much, they were Zhang Yong's thoughts. Song Yuanchao was not a hypocritical person, so he immediately accepted them and said thank you.

"Won't you invite me up for a drink of water?" Zhang Yong asked with a smile.

These words made Song Yuanchao burst into laughter, and he opened the door to greet Zhang Yong to come in. After a while, the two of them sat down in Song Yuanchao's room.

Seeing half of the luggage being packed in the room, Zhang Yong said a little embarrassedly: "I didn't know you were packing, so I came here suddenly and didn't hinder you, right?"

"No, it's just a simple matter of cleaning up." Song Yuanchao poured a glass of water for Zhang Yong, placed the glass in front of Zhang Yong and sat down, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one over.

"When do you plan to leave?" Zhang Yong took the cigarette, struck a match and lit it for Song Yuanchao, then lit it himself and took a puff.

"The train the day after tomorrow morning."

"I know someone at the train station. Do you want help buying a ticket?"

"Thank you, it has been arranged. The principal at the school helped."

Zhang Yong smiled and nodded: "That's good. It's really more convenient to have a school come forward than it is here for me."

Song Yuanchao didn't answer this, but just smiled faintly.

Looking at Song Yuanchao, Zhang Yong suddenly sighed: "I thought I could continue to cooperate with you, but who would have thought that you actually took the college entrance examination and was admitted to the Capital University..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yong smiled and shook his head.

Although Zhang Yong has never had this idea of ​​getting into college, he still admires Song Yuanchao, who is about the same age as himself, for being able to get into such a good university. Coupled with previous cooperation, Zhang Yong has a good impression of Song Yuanchao.

, he felt that Song Yuanchao was a good friend and the only person he recognized in these years.

Just like what Zhang Yong said, Zhang Yong originally planned to wait for Wang Jianjun's incident to pass before looking for opportunities to cooperate with Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao made Zhang Yong trustworthy in terms of his brains and his character.

Zhang Yong, who has always been proud, rarely thinks highly of others, but Song Yuanchao is one of them.

"After all, there is a chance for cooperation. Besides, I am going to school, and Li Daqi is still in the factory. He will take over my job after I leave. If you have any previous needs, you can go to him directly." Song Yuanchao smiled.

So said.

Zhang Yong nodded but said nothing. Song Yuanchao could see that he didn't seem to be very interested in this, maybe because of his absence or other problems.

In the previous cooperation, Zhang Yong did not mention whether all the materials purchased by Zhang Yong were sold, but judging from his expression, the result should be very satisfactory.

Zhang Yong took a total of two batches of materials from Song Yuanchao. The first batch was 3,000 volumes, and the second batch was 6,000 volumes. The two batches totaled 9,000 volumes.

The price Song Yuanchao gave him was 3.65 yuan. If it were sold at a sales price of 5 yuan, the profit per volume would be 1.35 yuan.

Of course, Zhang Yong relied on his connections to sell these things, because the channels required profit and management. Song Yuanchao estimated that Zhang Yong's profit was only about 1 yuan per volume.

But this is not bad. In less than half a month, Zhang Yong can earn nearly 10,000 yuan, which is an outright huge sum of money in this era.

"What are your plans next?" Song Yuanchao could see what Zhang Yong was thinking. After what happened before, Zhang Yong seemed to be a little disdainful of those petty fights. Although the number of times the two met today was only a few.

It was only a few times, but Song Yuanchao had a high opinion of Zhang Yong from the first time they met, and he and Zhang Yong had somewhat similar temperaments. Although the two were not close friends like Li Daqi, they felt a certain sympathy for each other.

Regarding Wang Jianjun, Song Yuanchao owed Zhang Yong a favor. Today, Zhang Yong came specially to congratulate him. From this point of view, Song Yuanchao still owed Zhang Yong a favor.

It was also because of this that Song Yuanchao specifically asked Zhang Yong to see if he could form a good relationship. In Song Yuanchao's view, people like Zhang Yong would have a limitless future if there were no accidents.

Looking at the green smoke rising from his hand, Zhang Yong suddenly said: "I have been thinking about it these past few days and plan to go to the south first. It is said that the south is different now. The goods there are rich and the market is open. If possible,

It might be a way to make some money by reselling it in Shanghai."

Song Yuanchao was a little surprised by Zhang Yong's words. He didn't expect Zhang Yong to have such thoughts, but when he thought about it carefully, it was normal.

Zhang Yong is a courageous, very smart and thoughtful person. It is impossible for others to think of Zhang Yong. And it is already August. The individual economy will be officially opened after the National Day. Self-employment is an important role in the early stage of reform and opening up.

Groups will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

"That's a good idea."

"What? You think it's good too?" Zhang Yong raised his head and asked.

Song Yuanchao nodded: "I have also heard about the situation in the south. If it were not for the reason of going to university, maybe I would go there to have a look. Your idea is indeed good. Compared with the current Shanghai and Hainan, the market in the south is more open.

, there are more things you can do, so go and have a look first, whether you want to stay locally and do some things, or run orders to transport things back and sell them, it’s a good choice.”

"Haha, heroes really think alike!" Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes and smiled, seeming to be praising Song Yuanchao and himself.

"Since you said so, it seems that we must go to the south." It was as if Song Yuanchao's words made Zhang Yong make up his mind, and he patted his thighs to make the decision.

Suddenly, the two of them laughed at the same time. After laughing for a while, Zhang Yong asked Song Yuanchao about the situation in the south to see if he could get some useful information from Song Yuanchao.

After thinking about it, Song Yuanchao told Zhang Yong Gu Jie's contact information in Yangcheng. When he learned that Gu Jie had gone to Yangcheng, Zhang Yong was very surprised and looked deeply at Song Yuanchao.

"You're good, kid. This arrangement is so surprising. By the way, what's the name of your friend...Qin Zhengguo, right? Is he also in Yangcheng?"
Chapter completed!