Back to the golden age

A few days later, Song Yuanchao packed his luggage at home.

Just like when he went to the mountains and the countryside, Song Yuanchao once again had to leave his homeland and go to a strange place.

The difference is that this time he didn't go to the Northwest to repair the earth, but to study at the highest institution in the country - Jingshi University. There is another difference, that is, it was his parents who packed his luggage back then, but this time it was Song Yuanchao himself.

Put the change of clothes and daily necessities neatly into the box. This is a very old suitcase, which was used by my father Song Guangzeng when he was young. Although it is old, the quality is very good. It is still in good use until now.

Packing his luggage, Song Yuanchao couldn't help thinking about the scene when he went to his parents' grave yesterday. This time, he didn't know when he would come back after leaving this time. Besides, how could he not tell his parents the good news of being admitted to university?So Song Yuanchao went to the cemetery in Gusu early, sat in front of his parents' grave for a long time, and talked a lot with his parents.

Song Yuanchao picked up the photo frame containing himself and his parents from the desk, gently wiped off the thin dust on the glass with his hands, took a deep look at the parents on the photo frame, and carefully put the photo frame into the box.

Then, he picked up the photo frame containing the photos of himself, Qin Zhengguo, Lin Yan, and Ying Caixia. Looking at Lin Yan in the photo, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. Song Yuanchao imagined Lin Yan's expression when she saw him appearing in front of her.

Song Yuanchao hasn't told Lin Yan about being admitted to university yet. He plans to wait until Yanjing, and then give her an unexpected surprise when he arrives at Beijing Normal University.

Just as Song Yuanchao was immersed in the reverie that he would see Lin Yan soon, a voice calling for him came from downstairs. Song Yuanchao was taken aback for a moment, turned his head and responded first, quickly put the photo frame into the box, closed the box lid, turned and went downstairs .

"How did you come?"

When I got downstairs, I saw Zhang Yong standing outside the door.

"Why can't I come? No welcome?" Zhang Yong asked Song Yuanchao with a smile, and handed the things in his hand to Song Yuanchao: "I heard that you have been admitted to Beijing Normal University when I came back from Hangzhou. I have to come to the happy event, to congratulate you for passing the college entrance examination, and have a bright future!"

Looking at the things handed over, they were nothing more than some Hangzhou specialties. Although the things were not worth much, they were Zhang Yong's heart. Song Yuanchao was not a hypocritical person, so he accepted it immediately and said thank you.

"Won't you invite me up for a glass of water?" Zhang Yong asked with a smile.

These words made Song Yuanchao laugh dumbly, let the door beckon Zhang Yong to come in, and after a while the two sat down in Song Yuanchao's room.

Seeing that half of the luggage was being packed in the room, Zhang Yong was a little embarrassed and said, "I don't know you are packing. I didn't hinder you by coming here suddenly, right?"

"No, no, just clean up." Song Yuanchao poured Zhang Yong a glass of water, put the water glass in front of Zhang Yong and sat down, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.

"When are you going to leave?" Zhang Yong took the cigarette, struck a match and helped Song Yuanchao light it first, then lit it himself and asked in a puff.

"The train the morning after tomorrow."

"I know someone at the train station, can I help you buy a ticket?"

"Thanks, it's been arranged. The principal at the school can help."

Zhang Yong smiled and nodded: "That's not bad, it's indeed much more convenient to have the school come forward than mine."

Song Yuanchao didn't answer these words, but just smiled faintly.

Looking at Song Yuanchao, Zhang Yong suddenly sighed: "I thought I could continue to cooperate with you, but who would have thought that you would go to take the college entrance examination and even be admitted to Beijing Normal University..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yong smiled and shook his head.

Although Zhang Yong never had the idea of ​​being admitted to a university, he still admired Song Yuanchao for being admitted to such a good university as a person of the same age as him.Coupled with the previous cooperation, Zhang Yong has a good impression of Song Yuanchao. He thinks Song Yuanchao is a good friend and the only person he has recognized in these years.

Just like what Zhang Yong said, Zhang Yong originally planned to wait for Wang Jianjun's incident to pass before looking for opportunities to cooperate with Song Yuanchao. Zhang Yong can trust Song Yuanchao both in terms of his mind and his character.

Zhang Yong, who has always been proud, seldom thinks highly of others, but Song Yuanchao is one of them.

"After all, there is a chance for cooperation. Besides, I am going to school, and Li Daqi is still in the factory. After I leave, he will take over my job. If you have previous needs, you can directly contact him." Song Yuanchao smiled. So said.

Zhang Yong nodded but didn't speak. Song Yuanchao saw that he didn't seem very interested in it, maybe it was because of his absence, or other problems.

In the previous cooperation, he didn't mention whether all the materials that Zhang Yong bought were sold, but judging from his expression, the result should be very satisfactory.

Zhang Yong took two batches of materials from Song Yuanchao, the first batch was [-] volumes, the second batch was [-] volumes, and the total of the two batches totaled [-] volumes.

The price Song Yuanchao gave him was 3.65 yuan. If he sold it at 5 yuan, the profit per volume would be 1.35 yuan.

Of course, Zhang Yong sold these things by relying on his relationship, because the channel had to make profit and take care of things. Song Yuanchao estimated that Zhang Yong's profit was only about 1 yuan per book.

But this is not bad. In less than half a month, Zhang Yong can earn nearly [-] yuan, which is a huge sum of money in this era.

"What's your plan next?" Song Yuanchao could see what Zhang Yong was thinking. After what happened before, Zhang Yong seemed to dislike those small fights anymore, although the number of times the two met plus today is only a few It was only a few times, but Song Yuanchao had a high opinion of Zhang Yong from the first meeting, and he and Zhang Yong had similar temperaments. Although the two were not friends like Li Daqi, they felt a little sympathetic to each other.

Regarding Wang Jianjun's matter, Song Yuanchao owed Zhang Yong a favor, and today Zhang Yong came to congratulate him specially. From this point of view, Song Yuanchao still owes Zhang Yong a lot of love.

It was also because of this that Song Yuanchao asked Zhang Yong specifically to see if he could form a good relationship or something. In Song Yuanchao's view, people like Zhang Yong had a limitless future if there were no accidents.

Looking at the green smoke rising from his hand, Zhang Yong suddenly said: "I have been thinking about it for a few days, and I plan to go to the south to have a look first. It is said that the south is different now. The goods there are very rich and the market is also open. If you can It might be a way to make some money in Shanghai and change hands in Shanghai.”

Zhang Yong's words made Song Yuanchao a little surprised. He didn't expect Zhang Yong to have such an idea, but it's normal to think about it carefully.

Zhang Yong is a man of courage, intelligence and ideas. It is impossible for Zhang Yong to think of what others can think of.Moreover, it is already August, and the individual economy will be officially opened after the National Day, and the self-employed, an important group in the early stage of reform and opening up, will spring up like mushrooms after rain.

"It's a good idea."

"What? You think it's good too?" Zhang Yong raised his head and asked.

Song Yuanchao nodded: "I've also heard about the situation in the south. If it wasn't because I was admitted to university, maybe I would go there to have a look. Your idea is indeed good. Compared with the current Shanghai, the market in the south is more open , There are more things that can be done, let’s go and have a look first, whether it’s staying in the local area to do something or running orders to help ship things back and sell them, it’s a good choice.”

"Hehe, what a hero sees the same thing!" Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was praising Song Yuanchao and himself.

"Since you said so, it seems that we must go to the south." As if Song Yuanchao's words made Zhang Yong make up his mind, he patted his thigh to decide.

Immediately, the two laughed at the same time. After laughing for a while, Zhang Yong asked Song Yuanchao about the situation in the south, to see if he could get some useful information from Song Yuanchao.

After thinking about it, Song Yuanchao told Zhang Yong Gu Jie's contact information in Yangcheng. When he learned that Gu Jie had gone to Yangcheng, Zhang Yong was very surprised, and at the same time took a deep look at Song Yuanchao.

"You're fine, boy, this arrangement is too surprising. By the way, what is your friend's name... Qin Zhengguo, right? Is he also in Yangcheng?"

"Maybe, I don't know the specifics." Song Yuanchao said this deliberately, and at the same time winked at Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong was immediately happy when he saw this, and patted Song Yuanchao on the shoulder laughingly calling him cunning and cunning.