Back to the golden age

There were thick stacks of bills (one yuan, fifty cents, and twenty cents bills), and everyone smiled when they saw them.

In this year when the salary of 36 yuan is long live, 322 yuan is a huge sum of money. Li Daqi and the others never thought that this hanger would sell so well. If there were doubts before, now the real money is in front of them. , that trace of doubt has long been gone.

Song Yuanchao originally planned to wait for the hangers to be sold before distributing the money, but now seeing everyone's high morale, he deliberately counted out a wad of money after thinking about it.

"Everyone has worked hard these days. After working for so long, I finally look at the money." Song Yuanchao said to everyone with a smile, and everyone was also laughing.

"First give 10 yuan to each person, and eat something good when you go home early, and then take a good rest to recharge your spirits and we will continue tomorrow."

"Long live Brother Song!"

"Long live Aid Korea!"

"Long live the RMB!"

As soon as Song Yuanchao finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers.

10 yuan, although not too much, but also a lot.You must know that this business was initiated by Song Yuanchao, whether it was the raw materials, the initial advance funds, or the business idea, all belonged to Song Yuanchao, and the others just followed suit.

What's more, if Song Yuanchao didn't have Song Yuanchao at the time of selling today, I'm afraid they wouldn't have sold so well. At the beginning, they promised to give them money when they were sold out, but now Song Yuanchao gave them 10 yuan each on the first day, which is really a sense of loyalty.

Smiling, he counted ten yuan bills to each other and stuffed them into each other's hands. Song Yuanchao said hard work by the way. The face of the person who got the money was full of smiles, and his heart was even more proud after earning the money.

After distributing the money, Song Yuanchao and the others left the air-raid shelter one after another and went home. After Li Daqi, Zhang Bin, and Wang Jianjun left first, Song Yuanchao, who was walking at the end, took out the prepared 20 yuan and stuffed it directly into Gu Jie's hand.

"Brother Song, are you...?"

Gu Jie was at a loss for a moment, not understanding why Song Yuanchao gave him the money.

"Take it, if you don't have it, I will borrow it to this place. Although I said before that there is no need for rent, it is always impossible to borrow for nothing. My brother will settle the account clearly. You deserve the money."

Patting Gu Jie on the shoulder, Song Yuanchao said again: "Say hello to your father when you go back, we may have to do this business for a while."

"Understood, thank you Song Ge." Gu Jie is a very smart person, and immediately understood the meaning of Song Yuanchao's words, smiled and accepted the money and nodded.

In the next few days, Song Yuanchao and the others gathered at the air-raid shelter before 04:30 every morning, opened the stall on time at 07:30, and closed the stall at [-]:[-].

On the first day Song Yuanchao brought them along, and from the second day Song Yuanchao divided the five of them into two groups.

Song Yuanchao and Gu Jie were in one group, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun were in another group, and Li Daqi was in charge of picking up goods back and forth by bicycle. Except for the vegetable market where the stalls were set up on the first day, Song Yuanchao took Gu Jie to another nearby vegetable market. The number of sales points not only increases, but also avoids too much waste of people at a booth.

Because of their good quality, beautiful shape, bright colors and affordable prices, the sales of hangers are extremely hot.

Each stall can sell nearly [-], and two stalls can sell nearly [-]. After a few days, it has gradually gained some fame. Residents who live far away have heard of it and come here to buy it. In addition, there are many repeat customers. The business is booming.

Seeing fewer and fewer hangers piled up in the air-raid shelter, everyone was both happy and worried.

I'm happy that this business is so popular that it can be sold out in a few days at most based on the current sales situation.The worry is that with the rapid reduction of the goods, they will be gone after they are sold out. For this reason, Li Daqi and the others couldn't help asking Song Yuanchao if he would find a way to get some raw materials. First sell all the goods on hand, he has his own arrangements.

On March 3, Song Yuanchao's household registration came down, and with the household registration, he would have food books and tickets, which also meant that Song Yuanchao regained his official identity in Shanghai.

Sunday, March 3th, is a great day to celebrate.

After closing the stall that morning, all the hangers in stock were sold out. A total of 8962 hangers were sold for a total of 3012.35 yuan. Although this total is slightly lower than the total price originally set by Song Yuanchao, it can be considered that Song Yuanchao specially proposed that customers buy three pieces. It is worthwhile for them to sell all the hangers in such a short period of time.

According to the previously established rules, Li Daqi and others are paid 5 cents for each hanger, so 8962 hangers are 448.1 yuan.

After returning to the air-raid shelter and checking the accounts, Song Yuanchao directly made up a round number for them, 120 yuan per person, minus the 10 yuan sent to everyone on the first day, Song Yuanchao gave each person another 110 yuan.

When the thick banknotes were delivered to everyone's hands one by one, everyone's eyes were red, and their hands trembled slightly as they held the banknotes. They couldn't even believe that the money was earned by themselves.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." A young man named Wang Jianjun squatted on the ground and cried, wiping away his tears, it was not easy.

Wang Jianjun's family is in a difficult situation, many brothers and sisters live in poor conditions, and he didn't save much money when he went to the countryside, and he didn't have a job when he returned to Shanghai, so he had nothing to do at home every day. Although he didn't say it, Wang Jianjun knew that his brothers and sisters, including his parents, looked down on him and thought he was a burden.

Even those friends, neighbors, and relatives are the same. In the eyes of these people, Wang Jianjun is a waste who has neither a job nor a future.

In fact, not only Wang Jianjun, but also Li Daqi, Zhang Bin, and Gu Jie. Those educated youths who did not contribute their most precious youth to the country, left their hometown with enthusiasm and ideals to go to unfamiliar villages, and struggled there for many years. Now that he returned to his hometown, he became a superfluous person again?

Wang Jianjun's crying made everyone's heart sour, and Song Yuanchao's eyes couldn't help turning red, because everyone was thinking the same thing at this time.

"There will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything, Jianjun, you should be happy now, why are you crying?"

"Aid Korea, I am very happy." Wang Jianjun wiped away his tears, a little embarrassed.

"Man, don't shed blood and tears!" Song Yuanchao patted him on the shoulder again, and said to him and everyone present: "This day will gradually get better, and now is just the beginning. If you believe me, I promise that it will be better in the future." Getting better and better."

"Thank you, thank you for aiding the DPRK! Let everyone see a joke." Wang Jianjun wiped away tears and smiled, holding the banknote in his hand, and wiped out the grievances that he had been bored in his heart these days. 120 yuan, this is ordinary Young people earn more than three months' salary, but they earn it in less than ten days.

The same is true for other people. In just ten or so days, everyone has earned more than three months' wages of ordinary people with their own hands. It proves that they are not worthless waste. This is for them It is the greatest recognition for those who are confused about the future after returning to their hometown.

After distributing the money, Song Yuanchao asked everyone to take a good rest for two days and wait for his notice. Then everyone left the air-raid shelter with some reluctance. Song Yuanchao was the last to leave. He cleaned the inside, turned off the lights, and locked the door of the air-raid shelter with brisk steps. He walked home without hesitation, and saw Li Daqi waiting for him not far away.