At night, the office area of Wanjia Lights Decoration City is very quiet.
After get off work, Zhao Song came here after sending Yuanyuan to a computer training class.
The shop owner’s surname is Mei, and Fu Shan’s factory is coincidentally also called Wanjia.
At this time, Boss Mei was calling the factory to calculate costs, while Zhao Song sat aside and looked at the technical information carefully.
"The lamp beads must be from Fu Shan Lighting."
Boss Mei nodded and then discussed with the other end of the phone.
The 1,000 ultra-thin spotlights that Xingsheng wants must be work clothes, the kind he installs on the counter. Xingsheng dares to ask for them, but he is not willing to give them to them.
His job is to do a temporary business and make a lifetime of money. Zhao Song would not dare to live in the house he bought with the stolen money. The quality requirements for work clothes are very high, otherwise you will have bad things every two days, which will affect other people's business, let alone prosperity.
He will definitely be beaten to death, and he himself will not allow it.
The aluminum alloy lamp body and acrylic cover require the supplier to comply with ISO quality system certification. The lamp beads in each spotlight have changed from one off-brand to three from Fushan Lighting. Unless all three are broken, they can be used continuously.
Go down.
Finally one came from 22 to 16.
Zhao Song took the initiative to increase the number to 18 and requested that the name and phone number of Mingjia Technology be included in the manual. In the end, this ultra-thin spotlight could only be sold by him in Kyoto and not elsewhere. Boss Mei agreed.
Deposit, 20,000, quantity 5,000, delivery within half a month. Before LED went on the market, Zhao Song made a lot of money.
Beijing University West Gate, Bureau of Correction No. 25, 22.23 minutes.
Zhao Song and Yuanyuan simply took a shower and then collapsed on the bed.
"Brother, do you think it's safe to leave the money with Brother Zhao Xin?"
"Sister, he will pay you if you lose it."
"Brother, I never thought I could make so much money in one day."
"Sister, store image and peak sales season, remember these two concepts, learn and understand by yourself."
"Brother, I feel like I'm dreaming."
Zhao Song hugged Yuanyuan and said, "Yuanyuan, there are more than 20 million people in this city, and few people are as lucky as us to know our second uncle!"
"Yuanyuan, you are doing well now. There will be many temptations in the future. Keep your heart and you will be successful. Yuanyuan, you must keep your heart, Yuanyuan..." While mumbling to himself, Zhao Song closed his eyes.
He... is too tired.
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A few buds sprouted from the tree branches where the tired birds built their nests. In these days when everything is about to revive and the weather is about to get warmer...
Zhao Song was called to the teaching director.
Ten days after the counter opened, Yuanyuan was able to support the counter independently for a period of time. Zhao Song had finished his professional class and would arrive as soon as possible. However, after class today, Zhao Song was stopped.
A qualified teaching director should have no name or surname.
"Someone reported me for selling hair...no, selling porn?"
"Director Guo, I haven't sold VCDs for nearly two months. Do you know why?" This teaching director is unqualified because he has a surname.
"Because they only want to buy pornographic films. As an outstanding student of this school," Zhao Song said, ignoring the speechless expression on the dean's face: "Of course I have an obligation to refuse and will never sell VCDs again."
"Director Guo, I have no father or mother in Kyoto, and I am working alone, but I see you as my father."
"Dad Guo, it was you who gave me the outstanding student certificate. It was you who gave me the opportunity to work part-time outside school so that I could support myself. Dad Guo..."
"Get out!"
"What?"
"Get out of here."
"Hey." Zhao Song accidentally wanted to squat down and roll away, but when he saw the director with a dark face, he had to run away in despair.
Zhao Song knew it was okay. He was a reserve model for the school's work-study program. When superior leaders inspected the relevant results, he would become an official model. In this weird second-tier undergraduate program, there were a bunch of reserve models waiting for the school to call them.
He is inspected by his superiors and then becomes a model.
On the evening of February 28, 2000, the twenty-fourth day of the first lunar month, it was room 137 of the boys’ dormitory building of Kyoto Institute of Mechanical Engineering.
Zhao Song's roommates ate hot pot, sang songs, and watched some movies. Everyone felt that their thoughts had been sublimated, and they all discussed what postures could help them to sublimate themselves.
The class counselor Xie Wenlong, an old bastard, witnessed the whole process from the window.
The counselor did not tutor the students, but reported them directly to the school. Director Hong and the security guards gave 137 everything except Zhao Song.
He told the dean the truth. Everyone just wanted to buy action movies from him, but he never sold them.
In front of the dean, Jiazhou confessed a name - Zhao Song. No one denied it, although everyone in the dormitory knew that He Yu bought the film in Zhongguancun.
If human nature is inherently good, why is there jealousy? If human nature is inherently evil, why is there envy? If human nature is neither good nor evil, why is there envy, jealousy, and hatred?
That night, Zhao Song slept in 137. The dormitory was extremely quiet that night. Before six o'clock the next morning, he was packing his luggage with a "ding-dong" sound, and when everyone woke up, Zhao Song peed on his bed.
He peeed and then walked away with nothing in his hands.
Zhao Song, who came out of the Logistics Department, became a glorious day student from then on, saving 800 in bed fees every semester. From then on, Zhao Song had nothing to do with the entire class except attending classes. Thanks to his roommates, he
His reputation has long been ruined in the class.
As for other classes, except for the guy who carries bags and sells computers, who knows who he is?
Zhao Song pouted. Who cares!
This is the last day of February 2000. The counter has been open for ten days. Based on 30% of the shares, Zhao Song earns an average of 18,000 a day, and the large open space continues to be idle.