The conversation between Zhang Hai and Xue Jianguo took place at the Wahou team headquarters. Although both sides were smiling, the outcome of the conversation was not optimistic.
"Captain Xue, there are still about two months from now until the freezing weather. I think you should speed up the project, otherwise it will be too late for the factory to open next spring."
"Captain Zhang, building a house or building is different from other things. It's done according to the needs of a century-long project. How can it be strong and permanent without careful polishing? We can't rush this."
Dozens of people dug the foundation for twenty days. They were really striving for perfection, almost as good as an old lady embroidering.
"Captain Xue, our Wahou Industrial project is scheduled to open in March of next year, no later than mid-March. The building can be delayed, but the factory must be completed by March. I'm wondering if you can hand it over by then?"
"Captain Zhang, there's an old saying in our countryside: 'Good food is never too late.' Wahou's industrial opening shouldn't be delayed. We'll build a solid factory building to avoid unnecessary safety accidents. That's the most important thing. Compared to that, whether your industry opens a day earlier or later is secondary."
Zhang Hai was a little unhappy to hear this. "Our industry hasn't even opened yet, and you're hoping for a safety accident?" Besides, what do you mean by "opening a day earlier or later is less important"?
"Captain Xue, I just want to know if the factory building can be delivered by tomorrow, March, at least not until mid-March?"
"We'll try our best to deliver it on time as you wish." Xue Jianguo laughed.
The commune pays them for one day's work, so why should they work faster? Working faster doesn't earn more, so only fools work harder.
Zhang Hai took a deep breath and said nothing more. He felt that he really had to go to the commune.
When Zhang Hai and Xue Jianguo were talking, it was the end of the second class at school. Wan Feng was lying on the table, tilting his head to look at Chen Wenxin.
Chen Wenxin blushed a little when she was stared at. "What are you looking at me for?"
"I remember how to punish you."
Chen Wenxin shuddered in her heart, she thought this guy had forgotten.
"What do you want to do?"
"Measure your waist with my arm."
Chen Wenxin was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"
"It can only be understood but not expressed in words. You will know when the time comes."
Chen Wenxin had a bad feeling in her heart, so she decided to change the subject.
"Your aunt's house is really well built. When can my family build a house as big as your aunt's?"
"It will happen very quickly. In two years at most, you'll have a big house to live in."
Chen Wenxin was delighted. "Really?"
"Of course it's fake."
Chen Wenxin immediately became deflated, and her face drooped.
It was true that the woman's face looked like the dog days of summer. Wan Feng was considering whether he should comfort Chen Wenxin's young heart.
The bell rang for class, and Wan Feng stood up and walked out of the classroom. This class was physical education, and everyone went to the playground outside to take attendance.
After the roll call, the physical education teacher Li Yi said that he had something to do and asked everyone to move freely during the class. Then he disappeared to an unknown place.
The whole class started herding sheep.
The girls threw sandbags, and the boys bumped into their crutches or got electric shocks.
Wan Feng did not participate in these activities. He sat on a stone at the edge of the square and watched the ants moving under his feet.
He wondered if Zhang Hai had gone to find Xue Jianguo.
Jiang Jun came over with a smile along with several other boys, including the Tan Chun brothers.
"Wantou'er, winter vacation is coming in two months. The girls can do embroidery, but what should we do? Is there any profitable business that we can let the students do to earn enough money for New Year's firecrackers?" Jiang Jun expressed his thoughts.
His idea was echoed by the boys around him.
Wan Feng once promised the girls in the class that they could go to Luan Feng to get work during the holidays and earn some pocket money.
Jiang Jun is addicted to making money, but boys are obviously not suitable for doing those embroidery and hemming jobs.
"Addicted to making money?"
Jiang Jun made a lot of money selling popsicles all summer and became a rich man in the class, arousing the envy of many boys in the class.
"Who isn't addicted to making money? We earned it through hard work and honesty. I don't steal or rob, so I don't feel ashamed. Being self-reliant is a virtue."
I didn’t expect that this guy’s political awareness has improved and he can even speak philosophically.
"Do you have the same idea?" Wan Feng asked the boys around him.
Everyone nodded.
"We want to take advantage of the winter vacation to earn some money for New Year's firecrackers, clothes, and even tuition fees, so as to reduce the burden on our family." These words didn't sound right when they came out of Tan Sheng's mouth.
"Then whoever wants to join this team, please come."
Jiang Jun and Tan Sheng got up and ran to the basketball court and shouted. Five or six more people came over, and the remaining dozen or so people continued to fight in the square.
It was obvious that those dozen people were not prepared to support themselves.
"You guys really want to make some money during winter break?"
Everyone nodded.
"Can you bear the bitterness of the cold wind blowing on your face?"
"Yes!" everyone said in unison.
Children from rural areas are not that pampered. Being blown by the cold wind is nothing to them. No one is afraid of the cold when playing snowball fights outside in the middle of winter.
"Do you have the capital to start a business? Jiang Jun is an exception. I know you have some, but I don't know if Tan Chun still has any. Do you have any of the rest?"
"How much capital is needed?" An Bo asked.
"About six or seven. I'm not sure how much it will cost right now, but that's about it."
“How much money can you make?”
"Probably around six or seven yuan. Is that enough for you to buy firecrackers for the New Year?"
"It's definitely enough to buy firecrackers, but it seems a little short for anything else. Can you make more?"
"That depends on how well you sell. If you can sell it for the entire winter vacation—or to be exact, even less than the entire winter vacation, but only for half a month or twenty days—making twenty yuan shouldn't be a problem."
"Wow! I can earn so much!"
"But we can't even get six or seven dollars of capital, and my mother definitely won't give me that much." A boy said weakly.
Six or seven yuan is indeed not a small amount of money for a rural family during the Spring Festival. Every family will buy some New Year's goods.
Wan Feng sighed and shook his head. "Forget it. I'll cover the capital for you. Just pay me back after you sell the shares. Jiang Jun! Write down all the students who want to make some money during the winter break. Add Xu Bin in, and that's it."
Jiang Jun quickly ran back to the classroom, got his phone and pen, and wrote down the name of the person.
"Wantou'er, what are you going to ask us to sell then?"
"I can't tell you this now, keep it a secret! Anyway, as long as you can make some money by then, you can just come to my house in Wahou to pick up the goods once the twelfth lunar month arrives."
Of course I can’t tell them now. It wouldn’t be fun without the mystery.
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