The man harbored suspicions and secretly wanted to buy and sell the books. But when he saw Zhou Mingli's calm expression, he couldn't help but ponder the matter more carefully.
If this person was really instructed by someone higher up to do this, he would take the book away and the young man would dare to report it to the police station as soon as he turned around.
He's definitely going to get into trouble.
After weighing the options, the man returned the book Zhou Mingli had given him, saying with a forced smile, "We're complete strangers, how could I accept your gift for nothing?"
"Brother, I just wanted to know your connections, I didn't mean to steal your business. Look how many people in Beijing are taking the college entrance exam, what you're selling here isn't enough for all those students who want to take the exam."
Zhou Mingli glanced at him again and said, "The key is right here."
He was still referring to those books.
The man curled his lip and said, "Brother, you're really clueless."
Zhou Mingli straightened up and asked him, "What is your surname?"
"Xu, everyone calls me Xu San."
“People call me Zhou Lao Er,” Zhou Mingli said, mimicking his tone.
Xu San's pursed lips twitched even more. What Zhou Lao Er? He's just deliberately trying to put him down, isn't he?
He deliberately moved closer to Zhou Mingli and said with a grin, "Second Brother, look, we already know each other. That's how men in Beijing are!"
Xu San gave a thumbs-up. "Let me get involved in this business too. I promise I won't treat you unfairly. How about it?"
Zhou Mingli put the book away and looked him up and down. "You want to make this money too?"
Xu San immediately nodded.
Zhou Mingli got on his bicycle. "If I see you again next time, and you bring it up with me again, I might agree."
After saying that, Zhou Mingli rode away on his bicycle without stopping.
Xu San stared at Zhou Mingli's departing figure and clicked his tongue.
Then he approached a boy who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old and asked, "Hey comrade, how are the review materials you bought?"
The boy hugged the materials he had bought for five yuan to his chest, looking at him warily. "If you dare to rob me, I'll call the police!"
Xu San chuckled and patted his head. "Why would I steal your book? I'm not taking the college entrance exam. I just wanted to ask if this book is real."
The boy nodded, "Of course, I borrowed my classmate's yesterday and it has all the key points."
Xu San smacked his lips; it seemed he really had to follow that young man.
Beijing is a very large city, and some people may not meet even once every three to five years.
Not to mention someone like Zhou Mingli, who rode his bicycle across half of Beijing to sell books.
He discouraged Xu San, then went to a more distant place to sell the remaining dozen or so books, pocketed two hundred and fifty yuan, and rode his bicycle home.
That's why they say doing business can make money.
Zhou Mingli went out for a day and earned five hundred yuan.
It was almost dark when he got home.
After dinner, Zhou Mingli said to Jiang Ci, "This book can sell for a few more days."
"That's all left, do you want to get some more?" Jiang Ci immediately guessed Zhou Mingli's thoughts.
Zhou Mingli nodded, "It would be a lot if we could get two hundred copies this time."
Jiang Ci raised her eyebrows, seemingly puzzled, but Zhou Mingli knew she was waiting for him to continue.
Zhou Mingli laughed and said, "Some people on the street have already noticed this business opportunity. Perhaps some people think it's speculation and dare not do it, but several of the people who buy books from me are not taking the college entrance examination. They bought all four books, which is obviously to take back and find ways to resell them themselves."
"More and more people will be selling these review materials later, and I won't be able to sell them for five yuan each for too long. So I plan to get a total of five hundred copies, sell them all, and then stop while I'm ahead."
He knew perfectly well that since the college entrance exam had just begun and no one had yet realized it, he was the only one who could make this windfall. The world was never short of people who would rush in just because they smelled money, and there would only be more and more people selling review materials later on, making what he had worthless.
Jiang Ci is currently a cadre in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Zhou Mingli himself is also a formal employee of a government agency. There is no need for him to tarnish his resume for the sake of earning less money.
Jiang Ci smiled and said, "You know everything, why are you asking me?"
Zhou Mingli leaned close to her lips and kissed her.
"I'm going out to chat with Lao Li for a bit, I'll be back late, so stop reading and get some rest."
Jiang Ci nodded and watched him leave.
She returned to her desk, looked at the review materials in front of her, twirled her pen between her fingers, calmly drew an ellipse, and wrote a few words inside: "Have fear in your heart."
Whether interfering in politics or business, always knowing fear is the only way to avoid indulgence.
The old Li that Zhou Mingli mentioned was a director of a small printing factory.
It was introduced by Cheng Wenyun.
Zhou Mingli came over again and said he wanted two hundred books. I gave him two hundred yuan and said I would pay him all at once and he would come to pick up the books the day after tomorrow.
Old Li didn't expect Zhou Mingli to come back after just one visit. He glanced at the money in his hand, then at Zhou Mingli.
"Okay, come pick it up the day after tomorrow."
"Xiao Zhou, is selling review materials really that profitable? Look at you, you pulled out two hundred yuan without even blinking."
Zhou Mingli laughed and said, "If I wanted to make money, I would talk to the printing factory owner directly. Why would I need to ask you for help?"
Zhou Mingli took out another ten yuan and stuffed it into Lao Li's hand, saying, "This is for a late-night snack. Thank you for your hard work."
Old Li had to share the two hundred with others, but these ten yuan were the real money that went straight into his pocket.
Old Li's face broke into a smile, and he chuckled, "Alright, leave it to me."
"Okay, I'll come pick it up the day after tomorrow."
Zhou Mingli and Lao Li agreed, and then Zhou Mingli left the printing factory.
Looking at the four sample books, Old Li's mind started to wander.
Although Zhou Mingli spoke modestly, Lao Li knew that he had made 300% of the money.
He touched the sample copies, feeling a little guilty, but quickly regained his composure, thinking to himself, "I'm just secretly printing fifty more copies to sell and see how it goes, I'm not trying to steal his things."
Old Li, carrying the sample booklet, entered the factory and quietly began work.
Zhou Mingli went to work before dawn.
Jiang Ci glanced at the two hundred volumes of review materials piled in the corner and smiled slightly.
She struggled to get twenty books into the car. Jiang Ci took a deep breath and muttered to herself: Zhou Mingli has inexhaustible strength. He carried more than fifty books with ease and didn't seem tired at all.
She rode her bicycle to the bookstore.
The place isn't big, but it provides tables and chairs for people to read, so quite a few people come here to read.
Jiang Ci didn't go inside. Instead, she sat down at the corner, opened her bag containing the booklets, and revealed them.
He then pulled out a blank sheet of paper from his book.
Several words were written prominently above.
Review materials, five yuan a book, no bargaining.
Jiang Ci slammed the paper down and then waited quietly.
She covered her face and head completely, and changed her clothes to the drab, inconspicuous ones she wore when she first arrived in Beijing. From a distance, this outfit didn't look like her at all.
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