After listening to Dazhi's explanation, Yang Jianguang was stunned and said with a shocked face.
The energetic young man with short hair in front of him, with sharp edges and a bit of handsomeness on his face, is he the same person as the one with yellow hair that explodes and covers most of his face?
Yang Jianguang's behavior actually made Huang Mao feel a little embarrassed for the first time.
He put a plate of water spinach on the table, took out a wad of money from his pocket and slapped it in front of Yang Jianguang, then walked back to the kitchen with his head held high and a proud look on his face.
Why do you look a little arrogant when you don't say a word?
Yang Jianguang suppressed his laughter and muttered in his heart.
But when he saw the money Huang Mao brought in front of him, he couldn't help but become excited.
Because this money is enough to prove that Dazhi uses the manufacturer to hold activities to promote in schools. This method is feasible!
Dazhi on the side also spoke up. "Brother Huangmao is so awesome. All the twenty-five he brought were sold, and he actually came back earlier than me!"
Just as he was talking, Huang Mao came over angrily, carrying dishes. "Go, go, go, what do you mean, isn't it normal for me to come back earlier than you?"
"Okay, okay, stop arguing." Yang Jianguang smiled and greeted the man who was packing things in the yard.
"Uncle, the dishes have been fried. Come and eat."
As he said that, Yang Jianguang tasted the food cooked by Huang Mao himself. Surprisingly, it was quite delicious.
Seeing that the uncle and others were sitting down one after another, Yang Jianguang took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle and fill it up for several people, and then stood up with cups in hand.
"Come on, come on, in order to celebrate our Huang Mao's success, I suggest we do one!"
Dazhi cleverly also raised his glass. "Here, cheers!"
Uncle Zhang cheerfully raised his wine glass.
Finally, Huang Mao picked up the cup with a proud face, stood up slowly, and waved his hands impatiently. "What's the point? If you give me a hundred units tomorrow, your Huang Mao brother will still sell them to him!"
"
After all, under the expectant eyes of a group of people, Huang Mao still touched the cup with everyone...
After having had enough wine and food, and helped clear the table, night gradually fell. The uncle went back to his room early, leaving the three of them, Yang Jianguang and Huang Mao, sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool air.
Breathing the cool breeze from the river a few kilometers away, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, and listening to the chirping of insects and frogs outside the yard, the few of them felt more relaxed than ever before.
Looking at this scene, Yang Jianguang felt quite emotional.
In a few years, Shanghai will be filled with steel and concrete high-rise buildings, and the buzzing of stars and insects will be gone forever.
This kind of emotion and regret only flashed through Yang Jianguang's heart. In pursuit of the improvement of scientific and technological life, there will always be people who have to sacrifice for it. This is an inevitable trend.
If you stop the urbanization process of Shanghai just because you think the stars and insects are good, then you have a complete brain problem.
After sitting for a while, Yang Jianguang stood up and walked to the room, counted out two piles of money, placed them in front of Huang Mao and Dazhi, and said with a smile, "Huang Mao, Dazhi, you did a good job today."
Under the puzzled looks of the two people, Yang Jianguang pointed to the two wads of money in front of him and continued to explain.
"I will give you a commission of 20 yuan for selling one Walkman. Dazhi sold a total of 75 units, so this is 1,500 yuan. As for Huang Mao, since the sales were small, I will give you 500 yuan first.
Don’t mind it.”
The two thick stacks of money immediately shocked the two of them.
Although the money from selling the Walkman was more than that, it was not their own money after all, so they didn't feel anything.
Now that Yang Jianguang said that these two sums of money were given to both of them, this feeling is completely different.
Resisting the longing in his eyes, Huang Mao snorted.
"Yang Jianguang, I'm not following you for the commission. I don't want the money!"
Huang Mao had already spoken, and Dazhi immediately sat up straight: "Me...me too."
Although the two of them spoke sincerely, Yang Jianguang still put the money into their hands without any explanation.
Then he said with a straight face. "Huang Mao, before I brought you here, I told you that I would help you make money. Now that you two are working together, what's going on with me making money alone?"
"Besides, my brothers have settled the score. This is the commission you deserve from selling your Walkman, so take it quickly!"
Yang Jianguang talked hard, and the two of them accepted the money. They also verbally agreed with Yang Jianguang's proposal of a commission fee of 20 yuan per unit.
But when they were sure they had the money on their phones, their breathing became a little heavier.
Huang Mao sighed quietly.
I used to be a gangster in Pengcheng. Regardless of the superficial scenery, others only had a mouthful of yellow-haired brother, but in fact, I was often hungry after a full meal. It was quite miserable.
I have only been following Yang Jianguang for a short period of time, and I have earned five hundred yuan, which Huang Mao would never have dared to imagine before.
Dazhi, on the other hand, held the thousand and five dollars tightly in his arms, with a look of disbelief on his face.
In just two days, he earned a thousand and a half. Brothers in the village only earn a thousand yuan throughout the year!
If I could do this for a month, wouldn't I become a household worth ten thousand yuan?
Seeing the excitement of the two people, Yang Jianguang also smiled slightly and continued. "Huang Mao, in the next period of time, your task is to continue to sell Walkmans. Remember, no matter how many units are sold, you will press 20
Just get the commission of one yuan per unit!"
As soon as these words came out, not to mention great wisdom, even Huang Mao was eager to try.
Why did you run away from the village? Wasn't it just to show off as a person and make money to honor your ancestors?
Who wouldn't want to be a gangster when there is a way to make money?
Seeing that the two of them were eager to give it a try and wanted to take the Walkman to sell it tonight, Yang Jianguang looked satisfied and said again.
"Another point is that while you two are selling in the school, go and see if you can hire some workers and students with good character to sell the Walkmans for us."
"Of course, you can give them part of the commission. For example, five yuan per unit, ten yuan per unit, etc. There must be many people who will be happy to do this business."
After Yang Jianguang finished speaking, Huang Mao was unhappy and complained, "Why let others do such a good thing? You want to sell a thousand Walkmans, and we two brothers are enough."
"What can one thousand units do?" Yang Jianguang smiled slightly and increased the volume.
"I will buy two thousand, five thousand or even ten thousand units here later. Do you think you two brothers can still sell them all by then?"
Huang Mao was stunned and shook his head in shock.
Ten thousand units, no matter how confident and crazy he is, he still knows that he cannot sell out all the units.
Seeing this, Yang Jianguang stood up from his position with a smile, walked towards the room, and said loudly. "Remember, one day, the price of the Walkman will drop. We will take advantage of this opportunity to sell it as quickly as possible."
We will sell these walkmans as fast as we can, and we will earn as much as we can sell them!"
"Then it's up to you two!"
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Perhaps motivated by money, early the next morning, the two of them each picked up a hundred Walkmans and hurried out.
Yang Jianguang packed another hundred units into his suitcase. Originally, the walkmans were piled up neatly like a hill, but only four hundred units were left.
So before going to Shanghai University, Yang Jianguang specially found an Internet cafe nearby, spent an hour coding out the last few chapters of "Zhu Xian", and sent them to Lin Hongbiao's mailbox.
After finishing, he found a nearby phone booth and watched the aunt wait for 59 seconds before reluctantly hanging up the phone. Only then did Yang Jianguang take over and put in a coin to dial Lin Hongbiao's number.
"Hey, this is Hongbiao Machinery Factory, who are you?"