The educated youth paused, "Ten times the compensation if it's fake? A few days ago, it was one dollar per ticket at the entrance of the elementary school. What's the difference between you?"
Ten times the compensation for a fake product, isn’t this too exaggerated?
Meng Qidi pointed at the handwriting on the paper and said, "Comrade, look at this. Hers is handwritten, but ours is not. We bought this directly in Beijing. We just earned the money for the trip."
Old Man Zhao pursed his lips. He understood how shameless this student was. If he hadn't written it from beginning to end, he would have believed her nonsense...
The man touched the paper suspiciously and said, "This doesn't look like it was printed by a printing factory. It looks like you printed it yourself. And the paper you have..."
Meng Qidi said calmly, "Have you ever seen anyone write so neatly these days? The poor quality of the paper only shows that we are poor and don't have enough money to order high-end ones. Besides, if it were a regular test paper, two yuan a piece, would you be willing to spend that money?"
Meng Qidi raised her eyelids calmly, "It's the same test questions, but the paper is a little worse, there is no other difference. We have three kinds of papers. You can buy them and share them with your classmates and colleagues. You can give them 20 cents for copying them, and you will make your money back."
The educated youth's eyes lit up, and he fished for money from his pocket, "Then give me three! Do you accept the food coupons?"
"Take it!" Meng Qidi pulled out a rope, rolled up the three papers, tied a beautiful bow, took the money and handed it over.
The educated youth paid the money, and the people who were watching nearby came over and said, "Give me three, I want three too."
The old man keeps the accounts, while Meng Qidi and the other person are responsible for sales.
When this group of people left, a lot of money was put in the cardboard box. Meng Qidi put the tickets and money in a bag and brought it into the house. When she came out, she put it directly into the space and went back to count it.
Ling Jinyue went to the supply and marketing cooperative next door and bought three bottles of soda and mung bean soup.
Old man Zhao took a sip and sighed, "You won't believe me, but this is the first time I've done business in my life, tsk tsk ..."
"What's it like? Is it a sense of accomplishment?" Ling Jinyue asked excitedly, wishing someone could empathize with her. She liked the feeling of making money, it was so cool.
The old man smacked his lips. "Well, it's OK, but I can't do anything about Xiao Qi's shamelessness. I feel embarrassed for bragging so much."
Meng Qidi took out a new stack of papers and took a sip of soda. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You deserve the reputation. Other publishers are probably not as good as Min."
Old man Zhao laughed out loud at her words, "Don't talk nonsense, an old man like me can't compare with a publishing house."
"That may not be the case. With your achievements, when you return to the city, I'm sure the publishing houses will be begging you for help."
This was the first time Ling Jinyue saw Meng Qidi praising someone like this. She couldn't help but move closer and lower her voice, "Sister-in-law, what is the identity of this old man? Will I offend him by what I say?"
I heard that those who live in the cowshed are all important people who you don’t see in normal times. Grandpa Meng was one of them last time. When he went back, he was picked up by several cars.
This person must be a big shot too.
Meng Qidi glanced at the old man beside her and said, "Who knows? It's okay to coax him. There's an old saying that goes, if you want the cow to plow the land, you have to feed it grass, right?"
Ling Jinyue nodded seriously, it made a lot of sense.
Old man Zhao twitched his lips. This girl, don't you know to keep your voice down? He heard it all, didn't he?
After the three of them finished drinking their soda, more people came one after another. Ling Jinyue learned a trick from Meng Qidi, and when he saw the people coming, he started to practice it on the spot.
"How do you sell this paper?"
"Eighty cents a ticket. We just opened today. Two tickets for one dollar and fifty cents. Three different tickets for two dollars."
Ling Jinyue glanced around and lowered her voice to pretend to be mysterious, "I'll tell you secretly, this is a practice paper from Beijing. This paper was set by the famous writer Mr. Zhao. We got it by some means."
"Is this true? Who is Teacher Zhao?"
Ling Jinyue chuckled, "Teacher Zhao is a famous teacher at Peking University. These are exercises from Peking University. If they are fake, I will compensate you tenfold."
Old man Zhao now felt too ashamed to sit down. If he let these two girls continue to blow his trumpet, he would lose all his face...
Ling Jinyue spoke very convincingly, and the educated youth were skeptical, but the test paper she bought was indeed cheaper than the one she bought a few days ago.
"Are all three pages of this paper the same?" someone nearby couldn't help but ask.
Old man Zhao finally found a moment to speak, "Don't worry, no, we have three different test papers."
"Can I take a look at the questions?" Don't be bragging.
"Sure." Meng Qidi handed him a test paper, not worrying that he would not buy it after looking at the questions.
The man flipped through the papers casually, put them down after a moment, and said, "I'll take three."
"Okay." Ling Jinyue hurried to help pack. She liked this kind of straightforwardness.
Someone took the lead, and then people started paying for the tickets, some buying three, some two, and some just one.
Before lunch, all the printed test papers were surprisingly sold out.
"Shall we go back and do it again?" Ling Jinyue helped to pack up, full of energy.
Meng Qidi took the red paper and said, "Don't worry, these papers are enough for them to digest. If we buy more, it will be worthless."
If there are too many things, they will become worthless. It seems that she needs to change the test papers or buy some magazines. If the weather is good tomorrow, she will go to the provincial city to take a look.
"Then shall we start planting?" Old man Zhao was still thinking about his greenhouse.
"You guys dig the soil first. I'll go to the provincial capital tomorrow." Meng Qidi moved the table in, collected the money in the paper box, and went next door to buy some meat dishes.
After locking the door, he led the two people back to the village. He was very tired after working for most of the morning. He gave the vegetables to Wang Jinhua, and the three of them went back to their rooms to rest.
At the primary school gate, Ge Mei and another person were guarding the papers the whole morning, but no one came. There were people coming a few days ago, but why is there no one today?
Unable to resist, Ge Mei grabbed someone and asked the question.
The man shook the test paper in his hand and said, "What's the big deal? The ones sold in town are cheaper than yours, and the test questions are really good."
As he spoke, he glanced at the test papers on the table behind Ge Mei, withdrew his gaze with disgust, took his things and quickly went home, as if he was afraid that someone would force him to buy something for him.
Ge Mei stared at the man's back with a frown on her face. Someone was selling test papers? Cheaper than hers? Could it be that someone knew how to make money, or that someone else...
Someone actually started to divide up his big cake, and Ge Mei was a little panicked.
"Hey, Ge Mei, there are so many smart people here. Some people can even think of such a way to make money. Do you think we should reduce the price?"
After hearing what her colleague said, Ge Mei felt a little relieved. "No, I'll go to town and take a look first."
That’s right, if she can think of it, others can definitely make money for the country in this way.
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