The agent in Heihe Market.
"Li Xiang! I saw you just as I was about to go out. I was wondering why there were so many magpies calling today. I guess there must be a distinguished guest."
Customers are naturally VIPs, Wan Feng is right.
"Oh, it's a pity that you came too late. You can only follow me to the cafeteria to drink rice porridge and eat steamed buns."
"I'm glad I found you. No one here knows about your clothing factory. I thought I was a scammer! I don't mind what you eat. Do you have any goods?"
"Yes! How much do you want?"
Li Xiang was holding a rolled-up bag in his hand and raised it up.
Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "How much can this hold? Ten or eight sets. Aren't you taking a bus? How about I pack fifty sets for you and send them back by car?"
"It won't take that much."
"You can't have all 50 sets? If your wife asks, maybe she'll want a hundred."
Wan Feng said something nonsense that only hit Li Xiang in the heart. The five sets of samples that Wan Feng took last time were sold by his wife at 18 yuan each. His wife told him that if there was stock, he could take as many as he could, but he was timid and cautious since he was a child and only planned to take 20 sets.
When they arrived at the cafeteria, Wan Feng bought six steamed buns and two lunch boxes of vegetable soup, one for each person.
"We'll just have this for dinner. Let's make do with it. Xiao Wu's family doesn't have any restaurants or hotels. At least we have a dormitory for accommodation, but we can't eat. The supply and marketing cooperative is closed."
Li Xiang is not really particular about food. He enjoys eating steamed buns and drinking vegetable soup.
After dinner, Wan Feng returned to the garment factory and took Li Xiang to visit Wan Feng’s now slightly crowded workshop.
After bringing back the new sewing machine, Wan Feng hired those female interns in the evening. They were idle at night anyway, so they might as well do some work and earn some money.
But at this time, the girls were eating in the dormitory, and the place was empty.
"Your scale is quite large." Li Xiang exclaimed.
"We're just starting out, so the scale is limited. Next year, you'll see it's even bigger. Li Xiang, how much goods are you going to get this time?"
"About twenty sets."
"You're not cut out for business, seriously! The vendors in our Wuxian market now take fifty sets each time they come in, and you came all the way from Heihe and took twenty. You can't make any money doing this business."
Li Xiang has a very positive idea. No matter what you say, I won’t take an extra set.
Wan Fengyao secretly picked out twenty neatly folded sets of clothes and helped Li Xiang put them into the bag he brought with him. Then he arranged a place for him to stay in his dormitory and sent him to the bus early the next morning.
Wan Feng was very disappointed with the small amount of goods Li Xiang brought in. He wondered if he should go to Heihe to find another agent. With this kind of goods, he could only bring in twenty sets at a time, which was not even as good as those people in Wu County.
The market in Heihe is much larger than that in Wuxian.
Wan Feng sighed and walked towards school with his schoolbag on his back.
Although he has now started a small business, he still attends classes. Unless he has to go out for something, he is in the classroom almost every day.
They can make money and go to school at the same time. The daytime production tasks are mainly carried out by the senior high school students on internship, and Zhang Xuan and her classmates still have to attend classes in school.
They only work at night.
This class was a Chinese class, and Qu Yang walked into the classroom in high spirits.
Ever since he published his debut work in Yina River and listened carefully to Wan Feng's suggestions, Qu Yang seemed to have opened up his Ren and Du meridians, and all his seven orifices were opened up. In the past two months, he has published many works and reportages in Yina River, Heihe Daily, Northern Literature, Beidahuang Literature and Art, and Novel Forest. Although some of them have not been published yet, he has received acceptance notices.
Therefore, Quyang is now in high spirits.
He had already received the first payment of royalties, a full forty-five yuan, almost equivalent to his monthly salary.
If things continue at this rate, he will probably leave school and be transferred to the Heihe Propaganda Department next summer.
Qu Yang did not become so arrogant that he did not know anyone just because he was so awesome. In his free time, he would often discuss literature with Wan Feng.
Wan Feng will also give him some advice.
Qu Yang will be a useful person in the future.
…
Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, a month has passed and it is the end of November. It is time for the month-end holiday again.
Tonight is the day when Wan Feng pays salaries to these employees.
Wan Feng first went to the dormitory of the four teachers to pay their wages. Each person's salary this month was about 40 yuan.
After the teachers have finished, it is now the turn of the interns.
Even though the rooms that Wan Feng rented had larger floors, nearly sixty people still filled the rooms.
Zhang Xuan counted the amount of work they completed every day, so Wan Feng just had to read out the names from the notebook Zhang Xuan had prepared and distribute the money.
Wan Feng sat cross-legged on the kang with piles of currency of varying denominations in front of him.
"Zhang Yu!"
Following Wan Feng's shout, a round-faced girl came in with a smile.
"Your salary this month is twenty-nine yuan and thirty-five cents. If the results are correct, I will pay you."
“No mistakes.”
Wan Feng picked up two ten-yuan bills, one five-yuan bill, two two-yuan bills and one thirty-five cents bill from the pile of money in front of him and handed them to Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu counted the money with a smile.
"Are you interested in working in my factory after graduation?"
"I'll come if you want me to."
"Liu Xiuyuan!" Wan Feng called out to the next one.
The monthly wages of these students are similar, with the highest being around 30 yuan and the lowest being 26 or 27 yuan, with a difference of 3 or 4 yuan.
After these interns have finished their shift, it will be Wan Feng’s classmates’ turn.
Ji Chun, Wang Wenmin, Li Qiuli and Mi Yang were paid relatively less, after all, they started working half a month later than others, but they were also paid 14 or 15 yuan a month.
He Yanfei got more, her salary was about the same as those teachers, and as for Zhang Xuan...
"After deducting all expenses this month, we made a total of 1,750 yuan. I'll give you an extra 5 yuan, so this is your 880 yuan."
Wan Feng handed a stack of money to Zhang Xuan, of course this was when no one else was around.
Zhang Xuan stared blankly at the money Wan Feng handed over.
She actually earned more than 800 yuan this month!
“So much money!”
Wan Feng curled his lips and said, "That's just a few bucks! You'll get more and more money in the future. Just work hard and you'll be fine."
"Wan Feng, I don't want to go home during the holidays. I want to work here."
"I have no problem with you doing it, but you need someone to accompany you. You can't be here by yourself."
"Will you stay here with me?"
"You're being mean again!"
Since these women don't go home to work here for money, Wan Feng really has no objection.
But he really stayed here with these girls while they were working.
After learning that Wan Feng would stay here, Zhang Xuan's smile became even brighter.
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