From 6 o'clock in the evening, Peng Shengli squatted at the door of Xianghui Hall to sell small flags. This time it went a lot, and more than 600 sides were sold in an hour. The entire Xianghui Hall was full of students holding flags.

The top leader of the city's education system came to Xianghui Hall and saw the flags in full of the auditorium. He couldn't help but smile and nod: "The patriotism of Fudan students is very strong."

The main school leaders accompanied the whole process, and several student representatives also came forward to greet them.

Song Weiyang was also one of the student representatives, bowed and shook hands and said, "Hello, Director Zheng (Municipal Education Commission), I am Song Weiyang, a junior student in the Department of Sociology in Fudan."

"I remember you, Classmate Song, we meet again." Director Zheng shook hands with Song Weiyang while patting Song Weiyang's shoulder to show closeness.

Everyone went to the first row of the audience seats, and Principal Yang sat next to Director Zheng, naturally had no choice but to say anything. Director Zheng actually pulled Song Weiyang to his side and sat and talked. It was possible that he was just a few moments of conversation, but other school leaders were very eye-catching and spontaneously adjusted the order and gave up the position.

"Fudan's MBA education is doing very well, ranking among the top in the country. Last time I went to Beijing for a meeting, the Ministry of Education also gave internal praise. I heard that in the past six months, many universities from other places have come to learn from the scriptures." Director Zheng praised.

Principal Yang smiled and said, "Xiao Song has made great contributions. I have also listened to the entrepreneurial spirit he talked about several times. It is very high-level and very skillful."

Song Weiyang hurriedly said: "Everyone works together everywhere, I am just a drumbeat."

"Hahaha, Student Song is still modest." Director Zheng laughed.

Principal Yang teased casually: "This young man is very sloppy, Director Zheng should not be deceived by him."

Director Zheng laughed again, asked Song Weiyang's studies earnestly, and gave another encouragement.

Seeing that the chat was almost the same, Song Weiyang quickly got up and said goodbye, ran back to the second row to take the seat, and the school leaders sat back to their original positions.

Next was the art performance, songs, dances, recitations, sketches, operas... It was almost 11:30. Several student cadres carried the TV onto the stage, connected the power supply and antenna, and waited for the handover ceremony to begin.

The TV is large and has a 29-inch color TV, but it looks small in the auditorium, so the students who are slightly behind cannot see clearly.

So many students chose to leave. Tonight, there were many TV sets arranged in the school dormitory and classroom, and there would be replays tomorrow. Anyway, those who want to watch the handover ceremony can see it.

There were still 4 minutes before midnight, and the flag-raising ceremony of both Chinese and British flag-protecting bearers entered the venue, and the flag-raising ceremony began.

Song Weiyang had seen these scenes in his previous life, so he naturally turned his attention to other details. Just as the Chinese flag bearer shouted "Look at the money", the live broadcast camera suddenly pointed at the ceremonial seat, and three beautiful foreign girls sitting side by side appeared. One of them was particularly prominent, with a beauty overwhelming Hollywood top actresses, and they were dignified, generous and elegant.

Well, those are the three daughters of the Governor.

"The main leaders of both sides entered the venue, please stand up!"

The moment this sentence came out on TV, the people of Fudan Xianghuitang stood up spontaneously. Song Weiyang also concentrated on his mind, looked at the TV screen, and immersed in the solemn atmosphere.

When the British rice flag and colonial flag landed, the leaders and teachers and students all smiled. When the five-star red flag and the Bauhinia flag were raised, accompanied by the familiar tune, the audience sang the national anthem together: "Get up! People who do not want to be slaves will build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall..."

A student not far from the back row of Song Weiyang, who was shaking all over while singing, and was so excited that he burst into tears.

"Smack and fuck!"

The flag rose to the top, and the thunderous applause lasted for a long time, and many people's eyes were filled with tears.

"Long live China!"

"The Chinese people stand up!"

"Down with imperialism!"

A slogan that was popular half a century ago suddenly came out of the students' mouths, and it seemed so natural and energetic.

The leaders did not stop. Director Zheng looked back and sat back on his seat with a smile on his face.

That night, firecrackers were heard everywhere, and fireworks were set off on the Wujiaochang.

The next day, the whole country will be on holiday.

Some sat around the TV to watch the replay, while others walked outdoors to participate in the celebration. In the square in the capital alone, more than 100,000 people celebrated together, and the drums and drums were very lively.

There are parades in various districts in Shenghai. Many people just go out for vacation and join in when they meet.

Peng Shengli's small flag was sold out, and he made more than 30,000 yuan in one day, with a net profit!

If the factory had not been sold out, Peng Shengli would still want to purchase goods. The atmosphere was really too warm. People who were usually frugal and frugal, when they saw a small flag selling, they took out 5 yuan and 10 yuan, bought a bunch of them to distribute to the parades around them, and then waved the flags with their hands and shouted patriotic slogans.

Even Peng Shengli himself was infected, and the remaining half of the box was not sold. He followed the parade in his carton box, and stuffed the flag into people's hands while running. He didn't have any money, so he gave it for free.

When I returned to the dormitory, Peng Shengli was quite embarrassed and scratched his head and said, "That... the book may not match. When I was excited, I sent out the last half of the box of flags."

"Haha, it's okay, I'm happy." Nie Jun said with a smile.

Zhou Zhengyu asked: "Have you made several thousand, right?"

Wang Bo said: "It must be tens of thousands."

Peng Shengli took out the money and counted it, then calculated yesterday's data, put the money on the table and said: "Putting aside the fare for purchases and sales, as well as the purchase cost, we made 31,420,205 cents."

"More than 30,000?" Li Yaolin was stunned.

"Well, more than 30,000." Peng Shengli nodded.

Wang Bo said: "This money is too easy to make."

Li Yaolin suddenly raised his fist and shouted: "Long live the motherland!" Then he sang: "I love you, China! I love you, China! I love you, China! I love you, the seedlings of spring, I love you, the golden fruits of autumn..."

"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Nie Jun said: "Don't share the money. Those who participate in the sale and purchase of goods will have a labor fee of 300 yuan per person, and the remaining ones will be distributed according to the investment ratio."

Wang Bo said: "The labor fee for 300 yuan is too much, about 100."

"Why are you generous? Just hold it if you ask me to hold it. It's a nonsense for 300 yuan." Zhou Zhengyu was still so rude and arrogant. He was obviously kind-hearted, but it made people feel uncomfortable.

Peng Shengli said: "Then let's take out the fraction of 122.50 cents and celebrate tonight. The remaining money is Wang Bo and Li Yaolin, each of me, 300 yuan for labor fees. Then Song Weiyang scores 4,560 yuan, Zhou Zhengyu scores 3,040 yuan, Nie Jun scores 6,080 yuan, Wang Bo scores 2,432 yuan, Li Yaolin scores 2,432 yuan, and the remaining one is mine. "

"Awesome, Old Peng has become a ten thousand yuan household!" Li Yaolin gave a thumbs up.

Peng Shengli was also very happy and said happily: "I have to thank Duoduo's motherland for getting rich through labor."

It was indeed a poor boy from the mountainous area who once dared to eat cold steamed buns in school, and his net worth exceeded 10,000 before the junior year was over. Although selling small flags was suspected of speculation, Peng Shengli's capital for purchasing goods was earned by working during the winter and summer vacations. In recent years, he has not returned to his hometown once, just to save some travel expenses.

There are also smart people similar to Peng Shengli in Fudan. There are a few guys in the Economic Department next door who ride bicycles and wholesale many "I? China" and "I? Hong Kong City" T-shirts. They sell them along the streets along the way. Many marches bought them and took off their clothes and changed them on the spot.

"Hey, where is Old Song?" Wang Bo asked.

Nie Jun said: "He went with his girlfriend. He probably was in the city and there were activities everywhere today."

Li Yaolin criticized: "It's so unsociable. I didn't even accompany my girlfriend. I kept selling flags in the morning."

Peng Shengli hugged the money and ran out: "Tonight I'll have dinner together, I'll save the money first, and send 3,000 yuan to my parents by the way."

On July 1, Harbor City returned and the whole country celebrated.

On the same day, international capital led by Quantum Fund sold a large amount of Thai baht.
Chapter completed!