Xu Yuhan came to her studio early in the morning, tidied up briefly, and sat at the cashier in a daze.
After the summer vacation, the number of students dropped a lot. There are only a dozen or so children still in the studio now, and they all take weekend classes. The combined tuition fees can only earn about 4,000 yuan a month, which is not even enough for rent.
She herself was very leisurely, but this kind of leisure made her unable to relax.
It is not easy for art students to find a job, but Xu Yuhan is not an ordinary art student. She is a top student from Central Academy of Fine Arts. Even in a second- and fifth-tier city like Jiangyang, she needs a job with a monthly salary of one or two.
Ten thousand.
However, she did not choose to find a comfortable job, but ran back to Jiangyang to open a children's art studio.
Because there were few students, the class time for the first batch of students was scheduled from 9:30 to 11:30. It was still early, and the mall had just opened. There was not even a single person, so she could only sit in a daze.
.
"Is there anyone there?" Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng and stood at the door of the studio and took a look inside.
The door was open and the lights were on, but no one was seen.
Xu Yuhan, who was lying at the checkout counter, heard the shouting and stood up quickly.
Only then did Zhang Zhong see someone hiding behind the cashier and said with a smile, "Good morning, Teacher Xu."
Xu Yuhan was stunned for a moment before she recalled who the man at the door was. He had been here a few days ago and was impressed because he was quite handsome and his daughter was also very beautiful.
Of course, what left the deepest impression on Xu Yuhan was the mobile phone he took out at that time.
After all, it’s 2019, and the elderly no longer use mobile phones.
"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?"
"Come to class. Didn't you tell Pengpeng to sign up for a class last time?"
Xu Yuhan was a little confused. Yes, she had sold a course last time, but he declined the offer before she even said a few words.
"What? Is there any problem?" Seeing that Xu Yuhan didn't speak, Zhang Zhong asked again.
"Oh, no, no." Xu Yuhan reacted and quickly walked around the cashier to the door and said to Zhang Zhong, "Mr. Zhang, please come in."
Then she bent down and said hello to Pengpeng, "If I remember correctly, your name is Pengpeng, right?"
"I remember correctly, Teacher Xu, my name is Zhang Pengpeng."
"Pengpeng is so good!"
Zhang Zhong followed Xu Yuhan into the studio. He looked around, "Isn't anyone coming to class yet?"
"The students haven't come yet, and classes don't start until half past nine." Xu Yuhan explained, and looked at the quartz clock hanging on the wall. The hour hand was halfway between eight o'clock and nine o'clock, and it was only half past eight.
"Oh, it seems we're early."
"It's not early, it's not early. Mr. Zhang, please sit down and I'll get you some water."
Zhang Zhong waved his hand, "No need to trouble Teacher Xu, tell us about the courses. While you are not busy now, let's decide on the courses."
Xu Yuhan paused for a moment. She had never seen such a proactive parent. In the past, when selling courses, how could she not have done it without spitting on her words?
However, she had also opened a studio for a while and was quite proficient in the business. She quickly took out a price list and showed it to Zhang Zhong.
Zhang Zhong glanced at the price list. There were quite a lot of courses on it, with different class times, different course densities, and different package lengths.
He looked at the various course packages on the table and tapped his index finger on the table unconsciously.
Xu Yuhan felt a little nervous. In fact, she was not very optimistic about the purchasing power of Mr. Zhang in front of her. After all, he still used a senior phone.
"How about, Mr. Zhang, please let Pengpeng try the weekend class for a month first, which costs 360 yuan a month. If you feel satisfied, you can consider other courses."
Zhang Zhong raised his head and glanced at Xu Yuhan, thinking that this young man was a bit thin-skinned when it came to business. Whether she was playing hard to get or really thinking about herself, Zhang Zhong could tell at a glance.
The weekend interest class Xu Yuhan mentioned has four classes per month, all on weekends, and each class is two hours long.
Zhang Zhong felt that if he really wanted to learn painting, it would definitely not be possible at this level.
But I still have to ask my daughter for details.
"Pengpeng, how many days do you want to come here?" The packages on the course price list were a bit difficult for Pengpeng to understand, so Zhang Zhong asked simply.
"Dad, I want to come every day."
Pengpeng twisted her butt. Because she was small, Xu Yuhan specially found a round stool, but even so she could only lie down on the edge of the table.
She put her little hand on her chin and said with a smile.
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows and asked Xu Yuhan, "Teacher Xu, how much does it cost every day? It doesn't seem to be on the price list."
"Mr. Zhang, Pengpeng is still young, so there is no need to come every day." Xu Yuhan said.
"It doesn't matter. Teacher Xu will calculate the price and come here every day. How much will it cost per month?"
Zhang Zhong also felt that Pengpeng might be hot for three minutes, and maybe he would go back to see her piglets after two days of study. But he didn’t have much money, so he let the little girl try it. Anyway, it would only last for a month. Next month
It's not impossible to change it again.
This course is not compulsory. If Pengpeng doesn't want to come, why don't you just let her do it?
After paying every day's money, Peng Peng can come whenever he wants. Zhang Zhong's habit of spending money is still in the habit and he is not very careful about budgeting.
Of course Xu Yuhan wants to make money, but she doesn't want her parents to waste money. In her opinion, Mr. Zhang is a little impulsive.
Although it is said that interest is the best tutor, Pengpeng is also very interested, but interest often does not last long. She has taught many students, and naturally knows that most children clamor to learn to draw at first, but after passing
I lost interest after a few days.
It is best to arrange the class time reasonably, at least not to make the children bored.
Many parents enroll their children in very long classes, hoping that their children will become great painters. After a long time, their children do not want to come, but the parents feel that it is a pity that the money is not spent, so they force the students to come. The final result is that the children will become good painters.
If you resist painting and the effect is not achieved, the money will really be wasted.
However, he had reminded Mr. Zhang, but he didn't seem to care. Xu Yuhan nodded and said, "Because generally no students will come every day, so I don't have a price. If Pengpeng wants to come every day, it will be one thousand yuan a month."
Money, two hours a day.”
"Can I choose my time freely?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"Yes, it can be from eight in the morning to ten in the evening, but you have to tell me at least one day in advance so that I can make arrangements."
Zhang Zhong put down the price list, nodded and said, "Just follow this, and I'll transfer the money to you?"
"Uh, okay, then I'll write a contract first." Xu Yuhan said quickly.
"Okay." He did things properly and nodded affirmatively.
Because there was no such package before, the contract had to be rewritten. Xu Yuhan felt a little shaken when drafting the contract. Although Mr. Zhang didn't say a few words, it felt like a calm lake, but he just said
A look of affirmation made me feel inexplicably convinced.
The tuition fee of one thousand yuan is not too much. Xu Yuhan is not excited about the one thousand yuan, but it feels good to be trusted by others.
She has made up her mind to teach Pengpeng how to draw.