Back to 2010 as a scholar

After all, it was the last time, and Song Gangyi looked at the youthful faces and took back his information with joy.

Only the students who live on campus have nowhere else to go and can only put the materials in the classroom.

Song Gangyi followed Zhang Mengyao and continued to stroll along the No. [-] Middle School Road in XN City. Some of the students passing by were like crabs carrying storage cabinets home with their legs on their legs. Zhang Mengyao laughed when he saw their clumsy appearance.

"By the way, is your family making enough money selling this classmate?" Zhang Mengyao asked. She is also a day student, and she naturally knows that Song Gangyi's mother has already started selling fruits and commemorative classmate books at the same time. .

The cost of a classmate book may only be a few yuan, and the purchase price does not exceed 15 yuan, but it can be sold for 25 yuan, and better ones can be sold for 35 or [-] yuan.The profit is very high, but in fact, it is the wave of dividends before graduation.

For re-reading classes like Class 25 in the third year of senior high school, there are nearly ten students who have purchased classmate records to register classmate information.And those normal entrance classes have stronger feelings, greater demand, and more people who buy them.

As the person who eats crabs first, Song Ma originally only set up a stall when she went to school at noon and evening. Except for these two regular fruit-selling times, when she sent her son to school in the morning, and when she picked him up at night, she set up a stall to sell classmate records. .

Although some people soon followed suit to snatch up business, the market demand was huge. Seeing that others bought one copy, others followed suit and bought a second copy.After all, in addition to the classmates and teachers in this class, there are also close classmates in other classes and friends in the club.You signed your classmate record for me, then you must also sign the classmate record I bought.

After going back and forth, many people have been bought by this inexplicable competitive pressure to buy an uneconomical graduation commemorative classmate.

Song Gangyi reckoned that his mother could earn a quick cash of one or two thousand by taking advantage of this wave, but it was only a bonus before graduation.

"Just earn some pocket money." Song Gangyi said vaguely. After all, his mother also earned money from a few classmates in the class, and Song Gangyi also felt embarrassed.

"Hmph, there is no business without profiteers. Is it pocket money if you earn thousands of dollars from your classmates?" Zhang Mengyao said.

No. 30 Middle School in XN City is so big, there are more than 1000 classes in the third grade alone, and the sales volume of students recorded at Dai Zhen's booth is also hundreds or even two or three hundred.Zhang Mengyao did some calculations and knew that Song's mother would definitely earn no less than [-] yuan from this.

Moreover, the price profit of a classmate book must basically exceed ten yuan. Even Song Gangyi's estimate of how much Dai Zhen earned with this thing is only a conservative estimate.

'It's pocket money for me. Song Gangyi thought of the balance of his account lying quietly, and thought of his good luck and the fact that he was in the golden age of novels, and his monthly manuscript fee was in the five figures.

"Earn no one's money but earn your money. I'll give you a copy from my mother when the time comes. Tell me what style you like." Song Gangyi said flatteringly.

Dai Zhen, a business genius, still has [-] or so classmates' books left. Song's mother is conservative in the quantity she buys each time in the style of a small business, and the classmates' books are sold out quickly. It is not easy to sell dozens of copies, and now it is not easy to sell a few or ten copies a day. After all, the ones that should be bought have been bought earlier, and the rest of the people are not willing to buy when they see that there are fewer and fewer students in the class.

"Who said I didn't buy it?" Zhang Mengyao said, showing the pink cat version of the classmate souvenir book that he took out of his schoolbag.

"Oh, really? Why don't I remember that you asked me to sign?" Song Gangyi knew at a glance that he bought it from his mother's stall, and asked with a smile.

"These are only written by the classmates, and you don't need to write them." Zhang Mengyao said while putting the classmate records back into the schoolbag and zipping it up.

"Why isn't it necessary? I'm also your classmate?" Song Gangyi asked mischievously.

"Hmph, I don't care about you." Zhang Mengyao said and walked forward on his own.

There was a sweet and sour smell in the air, Song Gangyi and Zhang Mengyao were enjoying this wonderful time.

"Are you going to come to the classroom again?" Zhang Mengyao asked, breaking the warm atmosphere. She knew that many people had already made up their minds not to come to the classroom to study. For these students, the middle school classroom was their nightmare.

"It's nothing unexpected. I will still come here to review. I put all my materials here. Unless the classroom is too noisy, I won't consider changing to another place to study." Song Gangyi replied honestly.

Unlike this group of children under the age of 20 who are disgusted with classrooms and schools, Song Gangyi still has a high degree of affection for this place that carries hope.

It is easy for people who are always forced to study to resist learning, but when you come out of society, you realize how difficult it is to have the opportunity to continue your studies.

"Then I'll come and take a look tomorrow." Zhang Mengyao also took most of the study materials home, but unlike the students who move the storage cabinets on campus, she stuffed the study materials into her schoolbag like ants moving house Every day, I brought home some study materials, and quickly emptied her storage cabinets and desk drawers.

"Okay, I'll go first, bye." After Zhang Mengyao and Song Gangyi bid farewell, the crowd poured into the turnstile at the school gate.

Song Gangyi walked towards the fixed stall of Azhen's fruit outside the school gate, and stood guard with his mother for a while. The flow of people entering and leaving the school began to thin out after a few minutes. There was no hope of selling anything.

After Dai Zhen greeted her, she packed up the stall with her son and headed home. Mother Song sighed in the car, "Oh, business is getting harder and harder."

"What's the matter?" Song Gangyi asked after hearing his mother's complaint while the evening breeze was blowing.

"I saw a lot of people leaving school with their books, and they probably won't come to school anymore. There are fewer and fewer people, and the sales of fruits and classmates are getting worse and worse. Fortunately, there are more sales in the front, otherwise the classmates would not be sold. It's over." Dai Zhen complained.

"Hey, you can still be a good boy if you get a bargain." Song Gangyi said with a speechless smile. With his mother's low-threshold business and conservative purchase mode, it is really impossible to lose money.

Moreover, Azhen Fruit has been in business for more than three months, and has already established itself, becoming a famous scenic spot in XN City, both at home and abroad.

Song Gangyi estimated that with this job, Song Ma's income is estimated to be 4000 yuan a month, which is much higher than the average income of Guangxi Province.

Listening to his mother chattering about homework, Song Gangyi felt that this was the smell of fireworks in the world.

"Are you going to study at school later?" Song Gangyi sent a message from a familiar avatar on his phone.

"Yes." Song Gangyi replied the message with a smile.