"There's nothing strange about it, you're overthinking it!" Huang Zheyue urged, "Hurry up, or we'll be late for school!"
"The first class today is Old Song's."
The strictest teacher in their class would scold students who were late for at least half an hour.
Without asking any further questions, Shen Ting hurriedly rode his bicycle to school.
Huang Zheyue breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought to himself, what's so strange about that?
Although he didn't see Zhou Huai often, it wasn't a small number of times either.
Every Chinese New Year, Zhou Gou and his daughter would come to their home, and Zhou Huai would also occasionally come on weekends.
He even explained problems to Zhou Huai.
Huang Zheyue scratched her nose, and thinking of how Zhou Huai kicked people, the corners of her lips curled up without her noticing.
She had kicked people before when she lived in the newspaper's staff quarters.
...
Among the four people who set up stalls with Zhou Mingli, there was now another person, Sister-in-law Yu.
Her two children are already grown up and don't need much help. After discussing it with Brother Yu last night, they decided to come and help them sell clothes.
Before those years, Sister-in-law Yu had worked as a hairdresser with her father, so she was quite good at business. Being a woman, she changed into the dress she had bought with Jiang Ci and chatted with the people looking at clothes. Her words were just as sharp as Xu San's.
Cheng Shaojun said, "Go and help your second brother. Sister-in-law Yu and I can take care of things here."
Two people are enough here, but Zhou Mingli is busy all by himself and he's really struggling to keep up.
You still need coupons to buy a radio in a shopping mall, but there aren't many coupons available, so even if you have money, it's not easy to get one.
The radios at Zhou Mingli's place don't require coupons, but they are more expensive than those in department stores, which is acceptable to everyone.
Brother Yu, who watches the truck, has to help unload the goods and is very busy.
Xu San didn't refuse and immediately went to help.
Their two stalls were doing very well, which made other people feel uneasy.
When customers go to someone else's stall and their money goes into someone else's pocket, how can they feel good about seeing others make money?
After noon, by three or four in the afternoon, there weren't many people left.
Brother Yu went and bought some food, then sat down to eat.
Some busybodies came up to Zhou Mingli and asked, "Hey, comrade, where did you get this radio?"
Zhou Mingli, while eating his noodles with soybean paste, looked up at the other person upon hearing this and said, "Guangshi."
"Wow, that's so far! You... drove there?"
Zhou Mingli hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything more.
Those surrounding him listened intently to their conversation.
The other party wanted to know more, so they asked a lot of questions, such as, "How much did you pay for all this stuff? It must have cost tens of thousands, right?"
After finishing his noodles with soybean paste, Zhou Mingli took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his mouth and said, "The prices of goods vary from place to place. If you want to do this business, you have to invest capital and go to see for yourself. Isn't that better than asking me?"
As he spoke, he threw the box of noodles with soybean paste into the trash can and opened the thermos to drink the tea inside.
Someone nearby then deliberately said, "Are you worried that we'll steal your business?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingli laughed, "There's no end to the money in the world, how could I make such a boast that I could swallow everyone's money?"
"I'd love to earn that much, but I'm all alone, how could I possibly have that kind of ability?"
Some people think Zhou Mingli's words make sense; if you want to make money, you have to invest capital.
They must make money selling radios, right?
They drove all the way to Gwangju to get it!
This car alone has already inspired quite a few people to start selling radios.
They don't have a car!
Zhou Mingli talked with these people for a while, mostly trying to find out how many books he had written.
Zhou Mingli didn't say anything and simply brushed it off.
They sold all their stock in Beijing in five or six days.
The remaining few defective radios and dozens of sets of clothes with poorly dyed colors were also sold cheaply.
On the weekend, a group of people went to Brother Yu's house.
Huang Zheyue's house is detached and has its own yard. Once the door is closed, no one will know what's happening inside, making it perfect for dividing the money.
Zhou Mingli took out two large bundles and put them on the table.
After pulling it open, it revealed stacks of 100-yuan bills that were already tied up inside.
All four families gasped, and Xu San stared intently at the money.
“We invested a total of 75,000 yuan. After deducting the cost, we made a total of 110,324 yuan in these three months.”
I earned over 110,000 yuan in three months!
Brother Yu and Xu San both gasped.
The money passed through Xu San's hands, but after he sold the goods and received the money, he put them together with Zhou Mingli's money and kept a safe without keeping a specific record. Unexpectedly, in three months... no, less than three months, just two months and twenty-odd days, he actually earned 110,000!
The cost has more than doubled!
Everyone cheered.
They counted the money together again, and it was exactly the same as Zhou Mingli's account, which made everyone even happier.
Zhou Mingli handed the ledger to Dazhu, saying, "Everything is recorded here. Let's first return the 75,000 yuan of capital, and then divide the rest according to the percentage we agreed on before."
Cheng Shaojun said, "Dazhu, you do the calculation."
Dazhu exclaimed "Ah!" and pointed to himself, "Me?"
Brother Yu patted his head, "You're a college student, how can you not even figure this out?"
The pressure fell on Dazhu, and he quickly said, "I can figure it out, I can figure it out!"
Seeing Zhou Mingli's very detailed accounts, Dazhu found paper and pen, looked at them for a while, and said, "Why don't you put your family's accounts together, Uncle Cheng, and then you can divide them among yourselves?"
Cheng Shaojun thought for a moment, "Okay, let Coco calculate it."
Cheng Ke, who was still at home reviewing for the exam, sneezed.
"Let me calculate... Uncle Cheng's family accounts for 38 percent, while Uncle Zhou's family accounts for the most, 41 percent."
"Uncle Zhou received a total of 45,232.84 yuan."
"Uncle Cheng's family received a total of 41,923 yuan and 12 fen."
"Uncle Er Gou's family received 12,135.64 yuan."
"Our family's...7,722.68 yuan."
"Uncle Xu's family has 3,309.72 yuan."
Dazhu counted the money a couple more times to make sure the numbers were correct before saying the string of numbers.
Sister-in-law Yu sighed from the side, "That's why they say the more you invest, the more you earn."
Xu San and Cheng Shaojun both nodded.
Xu San wasn't jealous at all that Zhou Mingli could earn so much money.
He paid for almost half of the goods, and he encountered many dangers along the way. He saved many of them thanks to Zhou Mingli.
Zhou Gou was a soldier, and he found someone to repair the not-so-good car so that they could set off with peace of mind.
Xu San only spent two thousand yuan, and not only did he break even, he also made a profit of more than three thousand yuan. He was already very satisfied.
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