Chapter 13: Eating the Hottest Melon "The book is here! Everyone is civilized...
"The books are here! Everyone, be civilized and line up to buy them. We are all cultured people."
"F**k, hurry up, I've been waiting for so long!"
Henan Province, an ordinary small county town, at that time they were just like countless ordinary inland small cities, poor, underdeveloped information and slow to respond.
The Spring Fair had been over for a long time, but they had just started reporting on it. The issue of "Li Yaomei's Laid-off Story" from Peking Literature and Art had only just reached them, and they didn't even know there was an issue of "Dujuan's Entrepreneurship Story".
Thanks to the country's literacy campaign, many people have no problem reading common characters. Combined with the context, they can barely understand them by guessing.
If you are not proactive in making money, there is something wrong with your brain.
Poverty makes them more eager for opportunities to make money.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t have money to buy books. You can pool together to buy one and read it together. If anyone dares to damage a book, he will be beaten because it is public property.
In Lijiazhuang, Li Sanzhu rode a bicycle and followed the commune secretary to a meeting in the county town ten kilometers away.
This bicycle was bought with the industrial coupons sent back by Ouyang Yuan. With the bicycle, everything I do in my daily life becomes much more convenient.
The content of the meeting was to encourage these team leaders to engage in side businesses with the people in the production team.
Nowadays, many of the production teams’ sideline businesses are light industrial products, such as woolen socks and the like, which are collective small workshops. These light industries are similar to cotton mills.
"I'm sending you some reference material. You can read it and learn from it. You can also exchange ideas with each other. The article "Li Yaomei's Laid-off Story" is worth studying."
Li Sanzhu was flipping through the book in his hand. When he saw the author's name was Daohua, he smiled and whispered to the secretary, "My daughter's name is also Daohua."
The secretary said with a straight face, "Don't talk, just listen carefully."
Li Sanzhu quickly sat up straight. After the meeting, he had to go back to the commune for another meeting to convey his ideas.
Their commune received more than a dozen books, and each team was given one book. The books were clamped in the clip at the back of the 28-inch bicycle so they would never fall out.
In the evening, after a busy day, Li Sanzhu finally had time to read.
The commune had access to electricity two years ago, but many families were reluctant to use it. Electricity cost one yuan per kilowatt-hour, and they might not even earn one hundred yuan a year. If spread out to each day, three cents was not even enough to buy one kilowatt-hour of electricity.
Everyone still uses kerosene lamps. Anyway, kerosene lamps are not used very often, so there is no need to worry about myopia problems. Usually, people go to bed quickly after dark.
When he saw the author's name again, he couldn't help but say to Lin Jinfeng, "Look, this author's name is the same as my daughter's."
"Let me see... Oh, it really is."
Lin Jinfeng, who was sewing shoe soles, came over, looked at the name, rubbed the needle in her hand on her scalp, and said while sewing shoe soles: "I don't know how my daughter is doing in Beijing. She is all alone there, so lonely, so pitiful."
"How can she be a human being? Then her man, Ouyang, is not a human being."
Lin Jinfeng said angrily: "Is that what I meant? I can't even pity my daughter."
"She is my daughter too. I really don't want to let her go. Why didn't you tell me when she was going to marry Ouyang?"
"How dare I speak? Since you, the captain, have agreed, how dare I say anything!"
The two men's voices became louder and louder, and at a certain moment, they both fell silent, leaving only the black smoke from the kerosene lamp slowly rising.
"I miss my daughter."
Li Sanzhu didn't say anything. He wanted to, but he couldn't say, "Go to bed early. Write to them another day. Their school should have a phone number. Ask for it and call them when the time comes."
Due to the expensive transportation fees, Li Sanzhu was unable to take Lin Jinfeng to see his daughter.
After Guo Weimin gave Li Daohua a bag of apples, Li Daohua never saw him again. She heard that he went out early and came back late every day, acting mysterious and no one knew what he was doing.
Without the distractions of trivial matters, Li Daohua can concentrate on writing the new book she had promised before, "Adventures on Wall Street".
As she said, this is indeed a story about a billionaire, but the billionaire is a con man.
Liang Ning went back to report as soon as she heard the news. Her mission was very important.
Li Daohua's two novels are now sought after by the whole nation. On the streets of Peking, half of the ten people have Peking Literature and Art in their hands.
The business license office, which was originally deserted, is now surrounded by many people who are looking for information.
Of course, most of them just come to inquire, to see the situation, and to see what others are doing. Not everyone has the courage to burn their boats and risk their reputation.
Because there were no roads, the few people who applied for business licenses used Li Daohua's entrepreneurial story as a textbook.
What to do first and what to do later, where to focus on, where to ask for help...
Some people who are fast have already reaped the first batch of dividends. They are not stupid. When someone asks them whether they make money, they say it’s okay and can provide them with food.
In fact, he was counting money secretly and his mouth was wide open.
But when there are a lot of people, there will always be people who like to show off and say how much money they can earn in a day. If you give them enough emotional value, they will even give advice on how to estimate how much others earn in a day.
According to the method he said, the onlookers quickly realized that many of the people who had previously said they did not make money were actually making money, and only a few people really did not make money.
The 1980s and 1990s were the years of economic take-off, and the probability of successful entrepreneurship was very high, which was completely different from the entrepreneurial environment later.
With the theory in hand and the ability to clearly see the practice around them, unemployed young people have become more active and conservative parents are not as opposed as before.
The sales volume of Peking literature and art has reached a new peak and is still rising.
Li Qingquan told Liang Ning that this sales volume was basically impossible to replicate, and even Li Daohua himself would probably not be able to surpass the sales volume of these two issues.
It’s well said, “But her new book is a billionaire’s story.”
Li Qingquan, who was just sighing, choked on the water and kept coughing. It took him a long time to recover: "Dollar?"
"I didn't ask that. I felt it was a bit presumptuous to ask that. It seemed like I was snobbish. Besides, even if it wasn't dollars, billionaires are still very rich."
It was not until February 1979 that the story of a millionaire was published in the newspaper for the first time. At a time when millionaires were a rarity, billionaires were even more of a dimensional strike.
Many people don’t even know what a billion means, or how different it is from ten thousand.
"You're right." Li Qingquan felt that he was really getting carried away. Even a billionaire dared to think it was US dollars.
At this time, the country's annual foreign exchange reserves are only a few hundred million, and occasionally even inverted.
"You have to keep an eye on her and don't let anyone else snatch her away. She is also a young writer from our Peking literature and art world, so she must stay for a while."
Li Qingquan didn't even dare to ask her to stay in Peking Literature and Art.
Ouyang Yuan has been a little troubled recently. His relationship with his colleagues is just casual acquaintance, mainly because many of his colleagues know his father.
In the process of communication, his father will inevitably be mentioned, and some people will even compare him with his father.
But recently, many people came to him to get close to him, saying that they were all colleagues and should get along well. In fact, they all wanted him to help ask Li Daohua about how to make money.
I want to know if Li Daohua has any way to make money. It doesn't have to be a big money, just a little money will be fine. I can help them.
Or, since she had helped Sichuan Cotton Mill so much before, the Sichuan Cotton Mill might have asked whether Li Daohua had any recruitment vacancies.
Ouyang Yuan didn't want to ask for them at all, nor did he want to make Li Daohua worry. She still had to write the manuscript, and having all these messy things in her mind would have a bad effect on her brain.
He would not argue with others, but would just tell them that Daohua was busy writing manuscripts and had no time to care about these things.
He also knew that some people had been secretly saying that he was stingy recently, saying that he might be planning to leave this money-making opportunity to his family.
Ouyang Yuan felt that they were right. If there really was an opportunity to make money, why didn’t he leave it to his family and give it to them? Was he stupid?
He just has a low level of education, not any intellectual problems.
Li Daohua was much more direct. After spring, the weather got better and better, which made the home seem even more depressing.
She preferred to bring a stool to the spacious outdoors, find a corner with few people, sit and write until mealtime, and then go directly to the cafeteria to eat.
Once, he happened to see Ouyang Yuan’s colleague who was queuing for food and didn’t take a break. He just stood behind Ouyang Yuan with his bowl in hand and kept chattering.
No matter what, he would be asked for help in vain, and we would be brothers from now on. If he had any problem, he would definitely help.
Seeing that Ouyang Yuan was still unmoved, he said that Ouyang Yuan was a gigolo and that he always said that Li Daohua was busy. But he had seen it before and Li Daohua was just hanging around in the school every day. She might find a talented guy from Beijing University of Posts and Telecommunications one day and dump him.
Oh, Li Daohua has such a bad temper. She writes novels every day, but she is not as good as him at writing dirty jokes.
"Did they put too much salt in today's meal? Are you free? You want to find me, come here, come to me.
As soon as you open your eyes, you want money, and as soon as you open your mouth, you want your life. When did you see me wandering around?"
It was lunchtime and there were many people getting food in the cafeteria. The cafeteria, which was originally a bit noisy, quickly became much quieter after they started making noise.
Even when getting food, everyone tries to use body language.
As soon as the chef raised his head and raised his eyebrows, the person opposite him knew that he was being asked what he wanted to eat.
The person serving the food tapped his fingers quickly a few times and then turned his head to look at Li Daohua and the others, making sure not to miss any information.
Especially after everyone recognized that one of the parties was the recently very famous Li Daohua, the enthusiasm for eating melons reached an unprecedented high.
People who have finished their meals are not in a hurry to leave, since standing doesn’t delay their meals anyway.
Being stared at by so many people, Ouyang Yuan’s colleagues were a little flustered. The last person to receive such treatment was Huang Laidi.
After all, money is the key to success, and Li Daohua's two consecutive novels have been honest and pure stories, which made them a little lax.
"I, I just saw it."
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