"Stay away from me and keep your fanning away. What good can that brat possibly do? You think you can use calendar paper?"
Your mom was saving those calendar pages to make a door curtain, and you've ruined them! She's going to beat you up when you get home.
Later, those grass beads disappeared from sight, and now curtains made of calendar paper are popular.
In a few years, those plastic beaded bracelets will become popular.
Zhou Qinglan and Aunt Li spent a great deal of time and effort, burning the midnight oil, to make the curtain for the door of the east room.
I was thinking of making two more doors at home since I had nothing to do during the summer vacation, but they all went out to play during the summer vacation.
All these calendar sheets in the house are reserved for making door curtains. It's only because Sheng Xiping dotes on his daughter that he doesn't care about borrowing a couple of sheets.
As for Sheng Xinyu, he has plenty of kraft paper at home, so he can use that.
Hearing his father's words, Sheng Xinyu felt a pang of sadness and secretly rolled his eyes.
"As expected, they were right. Daughters are treasures, sons are trash. Fine, I won't argue with them, I'll use kraft paper."
The young man muttered to himself as he went to the writing desk in the west room to find some brown paper.
Sheng Xinyu is all grown up now. He doesn't need his father's help anymore. He cuts paper, covers books, and binds them himself. He does all these tasks very well.
Around 11 o'clock, Sheng Xinhua returned, carrying a rather thick stack of books.
Now that I'm in junior high, I don't really care about those things anymore. I'm too lazy to bother with book covers or binders. I just write my name on them and stuff them all into my schoolbag.
When Zhou Qinglan got off work at noon, she saw Sheng Xiping wrapping book covers for his daughter.
"You're really something, aren't you? You have so much kraft paper at home, but you insist on using my calendar paper."
I was saving those to make door curtains, how many did you ruin? We'll run out later.
As expected, Zhou Qinglan glanced at the calendar paper covering the book cover and muttered something unhappily.
"Oh, it's just two calendar pages."
"When I order the calendars from the printing factory this year, I'll order a few extra for you, specifically to make curtains for your doors, okay?" Sheng Xiping shook his head helplessly.
"Why bother with all that stuff? Working every day is tiring enough, and then you have to do all this at night."
I'll see if they sell plastic beaded curtains later. I'll just buy a few sets and hang them on the door. Why bother with all that trouble?
"What do you know? These handmade curtains are all the rage now." Zhou Qinglan glanced at her husband. Addicted to handicrafts, don't you know?
How could Sheng Xiping argue with his wife? If she's willing to do it, then let her do it; as long as she's happy, that's all that matters.
Just then, Aunt Li called for dinner, and the family came out of the inner room to eat in the outer room.
The next day, the children officially started school.
The No. 1 Middle School and the No. 1 Primary School are both very close to the Sheng family's home, so the children don't need adults to pick them up or drop them off at school. A group of children can go to school with their schoolbags on their backs.
People went to work and went to school as usual, and life returned to its usual routine.
About two weeks later, the Japanese client representative delivered a rather thick document.
Inside were materials that Sheng Xiping had asked others to collect, as well as photos of Japanese funeral supplies, especially coffins, with sample photos of various types, colors, and patterns.
Unlike our preference for heavy colors, Japanese coffins are often pink, light purple, or white.
Coffins are divided into cloth coffins and wooden coffins. Cloth coffins are generally made by fixing the shape with thin boards and pasting a layer of light-colored patterned cloth on the outside.
These are low-cost products, mostly used by the poor, and are priced from 50,000 to 100,000 Japanese yen.
If it's a wooden coffin, it's a bit thicker, and the surface is carved with patterns such as cherry blossoms and auspicious clouds, making it look more high-end. Such a coffin would start at least at 200,000 Japanese yen.
If the carving is exquisite and the inside is lined with silk, the price doubles, and only the wealthy can afford it.
It's important to know that at that time, the Japanese coin had not yet depreciated; it was a very strong currency and quite valuable.
If you convert that to money, even the cheapest coffin would cost over a thousand yuan.
How much does this thing cost? Sheng Xiping roughly calculated that it might only cost thirty or fifty yuan.
That's a pretty high profit.
"Zheng Hua, arrange for someone to go on a business trip to Caocheng and find Secretary Zhao there. Have them arrange for people to make a batch of coffins based on these pictures."
Also, arrange a meal for my Japanese client representatives; I have business to discuss with them.
I never imagined that the profit margin on coffins would be so high. Even if some of the profit were given to the middlemen, they could still make a lot of money.
No one in China has yet gotten involved in this area. Since Sheng Xiping promised to help Cao Cheng, he can't go back on his word, so he'll act as a guide.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Hua immediately ordered someone to make arrangements.
Sheng Xiping, on the other hand, took out his phone book and called Secretary Zhao of Caocheng to tell him that he wanted to arrange for someone to go and order samples.
Upon hearing this, Secretary Zhao was overjoyed and immediately agreed.
"Don't worry, Mr. Sheng, I'll arrange for someone to prepare right away, and I guarantee customer satisfaction."
The opportunity to make money has been delivered right to their doorstep; if they still can't seize it, then it's purely because these cadres are incompetent.
"Okay, thank you, Secretary Zhao. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate."
That's all Sheng Xiping can do. As for how things develop afterward, it depends on how well Cao Cheng handles it.
Sheng Xiping had just hung up the phone and was preparing to meet with the client representative when Deputy Factory Director Wang Mingyou rushed in.
"General Manager Sheng, the Fusong branch called to say that the No. 4 pressure cylinder of the hot press in the press workshop is leaking pressure, and asked if we should stop the machine and check the equipment."
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