Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Shi Gui went home and discussed with his wife for a long time, and decided to call his brother-in-law Liang Wei to the store to help.

Like most rural youths in this era, Shi Gui's brother-in-law has been out of work for several years.

Although there are quite a lot of state-owned enterprises in Xibao Town, most of them are under the jurisdiction of the city or county. It is only because of geographical reasons that the factory was built here. In the years when the national unemployment rate soared, they even had their factories It is difficult to absorb all the children, let alone local youths.

For example, the Xibao cannery may reserve a position for Yang Rui, but no matter what, they will not openly recruit.

Shi Gui's small restaurant said it was good or bad, and it was always easy to mess around with it. When they told Liang Wei, the latter immediately agreed.

The next day, Shi Gui handed over the job of being in charge of the spoon to his wife, and Liang Wei the job of doing chores and delivering food. He rode his bicycle to the repair shop, installed a big bamboo basket on the rear wheel, and brushed it again. Tung oil and black paint, so there is a "truck".

He estimated that since Yang Rui wanted to sell papers, it would be interesting to have an average of more than 50 sets per day. If he sold all of them smoothly, there is still hope for his 20% to earn a double-employee household.

Considering that the more you sell, the more you earn, Shi Gui still gives full confidence. After all, it is impossible for such a young man who can earn a lot of dollars in manuscript fees by relying on his articles, to work so hard for a few dollars.

After arriving outside the school, Shi Gui realized that he was thinking simply.

Sure enough, Yang Rui prepared the set of papers, look at the thick pile, and look at the bamboo basket he made...

"What should I do if I can't fit it?" Shi Gui was dizzy.

"I'll let someone accompany you to the passenger terminal, and go directly to the county seat. When you arrive, just take a tricycle." Yang Rui pushed a bicycle out from the back of the reception room, and there was also a pile of papers tied up behind it.

"So many!" Shi Gui could tell without counting, it was much more than the fifty sets he had imagined.

Yang Rui nodded slightly, pulled out a set of papers, handed them to Shi Gui and said, "Each set of papers contains 12 test papers, with an answer. Each set of papers sells for 20 cents, and I will give you a commission based on this price. There are a total of test papers here, you have to bring me 24 yuan back, and the remaining 6 yuan is your commission."

He is actually treating Shi Gui as a dealer now, whether he sells more or less, Yang Rui doesn't care much.

Shi Gui read the paper over and over again.

Each set of papers is packed in a hard-shell carton. Not only does it look good, but it also has the words "Sharp Learning Secret Scroll" written on it, which is quite attractive.

However, giving away a hard-shell carton for nothing still made Shi Gui feel that it was a waste, and asked: "I see the papers sold in the county, just order it..."

"If everything is the same, can our mimeographed papers be sold for 20 cents?" Yang Rui also set the price for 20 cents after reading other teaching materials. This price is a few cents cheaper than relatively cheap exercise books, and it is about the same as magazines such as juvenile literature and art. Since the literary youths of the 1980s could afford magazines worth a few cents and "Harvest" worth a dollar, it was not too difficult to buy a set of papers for 20 cents.

On the other hand, it won't work if the "Secret Volume of Sharp Learning" is sold too cheaply. The surrounding spending power is limited, especially there are very few students who have the money to play the sea of ​​​​questions, and a high profit ratio is the basis for making money. In addition, although paper and ink can be bought, if you want to dump at a low price, the supply of raw materials is definitely not enough.

In other words, the era of the housing market is naturally an era of pursuing high profits.

Shi Gui didn't know how much a set of papers cost, but he was satisfied that he could earn 6 yuan. He thought to himself for a moment, and said, "I have acquaintances in the county. First, go to Shengli Middle School to try it out. If I can sell it, I'll come back and get another batch of papers. How about three days?"

"Selling sets of papers for three days?" Yang Rui looked at him helplessly.

The cost of mimeographing test papers is actually very low, and it is only half of the labor cost. That is to say, you can earn 15 yuan by dividing the test papers.

If so many are sold every day, there should be a profit of 100 yuan a month, which is enough to buy biological microscopes. But if it takes three days to sell a paper, the income will be reduced to 1 yuan per month, and you can only buy a blackboard or something to give a big lecture.

This is seriously inconsistent with Yang Rui's expectations.

He also wants to gradually increase shipments.

Shi Gui didn't understand, so he looked at Yang Rui. He felt that there were quite a few sets of test papers sold in three days, and how many textbooks the Xinhua Bookstore in the county sold in one day.

This kind of conceptual gap is the most difficult to communicate. Sometimes, it is useful to do it, but it is useless to say it.

Yang Rui sighed, thinking "Fortunately, I made preparations in advance".

He beckoned, and summoned a boy from the shade of the Wenqing tree outside the door, and said to Shi Gui: "I suggest you start with the county one, which will have a demonstration effect. This student Wang Meng is from the county's No. 1 middle school, or The representative of the math class in their class, this time, he was copying the questions on behalf of his classmates. I persuaded him to accompany you to sell the test papers. According to his introduction, you'd better deal with the teacher directly. The papers should be ready in a day Sell ​​it. Well, the extra fraction will be given to his classmates, and it will be the same in the future."

Shi Gui owns a small restaurant and knows all about the world. He said suddenly, "I understand, don't worry. Wang Meng, I'm going to ask you more this time. Do you smoke?"

He took out a box of Baocheng Cigarettes, and skillfully smashed one out.

Wang Meng was tall and thin, he accepted the cigarette cautiously, lit it, took a puff, and coughed lightly twice.

Yang Rui smiled, took out two boxes of Daqianmen from his pocket, handed them to Wang Meng and Shi Gui respectively, and then said to the latter: "If you sell out the papers within a day, I suggest you not come back directly, but send a telegram to In the town, I will send someone to send the test papers, you stay there, familiarize yourself with the situation, and save your energy."

"I stay in the county?"

"Um."

"this……"

Yang Rui knew what he wanted to say, so he said first, "Find a place for yourself, and I will reimburse you 1 yuan for travel expenses every night. After finishing running in County No. 1 Middle School, Shengli Middle School, and Guanghui Middle School, I will do public relations. The situation in the county has been opened up, and the village doesn't have to go to the village, it's just delivery."

If you sell medicine, you are a public relations doctor, and if you sell teaching materials, you are a public relations teacher. As early as when Yang Rui was studying in graduate school, many of his classmates turned into medical representatives. I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running.

Shi Gui was taken aback when he heard the one dollar, and thought to himself: If the travel expenses are one yuan a day, wouldn't it be one yuan a month? If you live in Datongpu, you can save more than half of it.

He was worried that Yang Rui was testing himself, so he said uncertainly, "It's too expensive."

"Going through the back door is always the cheapest way to sell, just do as I tell you." When Yang Rui said this, he didn't even blink his eyes.

The good boy Wang Meng's face was flushed red, he lowered his head as if he didn't listen.

It took a few years for the whole people to go through the back door. Today's Chinese people still have a bit of moral integrity, and there is no shortage of hypocrisy.

Compared with this generation's outlook on morality, Yang Rui's lower limit of morality was inherently lower, and after he became a graduate student, it became even lower. This is also helpless, his mentor is just an associate professor in an ordinary university, and he has to always make smiles for schools, pharmaceutical companies and other institutions, let alone the students who work for the mentor.

Different from foreign systems, China's pharmaceutical companies basically do not have their own research institutes. Those with the brand of enterprise research institutes are usually only at the level of the technical department of the factory, and what they do is technical department.

Domestic medical research mainly relies on colleges and universities. The so-called integration of industry, education and research means that companies pay universities to conduct research, and the universities produce results for companies and make money for themselves.

If the professors in foreign universities still have a bit of lofty capital, the research system of domestic universities has long been monetized. It is hard to say how much skills Yang Rui has learned from his tutors. He has seen a lot of behaviors of various bad companies at home and abroad.

In Yang Rui's eyes, things like running and running are pure trifles.

Shi Gui himself didn't have a mature plan, so he had to follow Yang Rui's suggestion.

He and Wang Meng worked together to lift the test paper onto the back seat of the bicycle, and rode towards the passenger station one after the other.

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County No. 1 Middle School.

Shi Gui stood outside the school's back gate, smoking a cigarette.

He smoked the flue-cured tobacco without a filter until his hands were burning, and then he took a deep puff, spit it out on the ground, and twisted it with his old black cloth shoes to sink it into the mud.

He didn't dare to go to the main entrance to sell examination papers. Although there were people coming and going there, there was a police box nearby.

Today's streets are very uneven, and the streets are full of young people who fight at every turn. Some young people who have graduated early but have no jobs, and those who have not even attended high school, like to make trouble at the gate of the No. 1 Middle School. The county bureau is also out After a few incidents, the post just set up will send a uniformed policeman to watch the students going to and from school sooner or later.

Shi Gui didn't know that the police at the guard box didn't care about publications, but he would rather guard at the back door, lest he be caught in the police station and lose face.

He didn't go directly to the teacher of the college entrance examination class as Yang Rui said, he didn't know what to say.

In the end, it was Wang Meng who volunteered, took a set of test questions, and said he was going to the classroom to recommend them.

This wait is two hours.

Shi Gui had smoked half a pack of cigarettes before he saw Wang Meng come out with a few classmates.

Shi Gui counted, and there were seven people in total including Wang Meng.

When several people approached, Shi Gui stretched his neck to look.

There are not many people behind.

Shi Gui was extremely disappointed.

The sales of seven sets of papers was only one yuan and forty cents, and it was only twenty-eight cents in his hands, which was the price of a pack of good cigarettes, and it was not enough for the hotel and the round-trip travel expenses.

"The test papers are at the back, take them yourself." Shi Gui imagined that at least dozens of people would buy the test papers, so he memorized a total of fifty sets and put the rest at a friend not far away, hoping to sell more just go get it.

But there were seven people in total, which really made him lose energy.

Wang Meng previously accepted Yang Rui's bag of Daqianmen, and he made a private promise to actively go forward to untie Shi Gui's bag, and gave a few sets to his classmates.

Several people opened the cardboard case on the spot, took out the scrolls inside, read each one, and compared the quality of the paper in a low voice, the handwriting was clear.

Shi Gui was a little unhappy. However, he always knew the principle of making money with kindness, and there was no expression on his face.

Wang Meng squatted on the ground, counting the papers ten to five, and would pull out one from time to time for his classmates to check.

Just when Shi Gui felt that his patience was about to reach its limit, Wang Meng called out, "Uncle Shi, how did you get on?"

"I'll put the rest with my friend. This thing is heavy, and the way here is not easy." Shi Gui popped another cigarette and struck out a match to light it.

Wang Meng looked at his classmates, stood up and said, "Uncle Shi, let me go get it together."

"What are you taking it for?"

"Our teacher Li (*this is all harmonious*) said that the papers are very good, let us take them all, and give them to the students in his class first, and use them as test questions. You have to tell Brother Rui, and then bring them over "Wang Meng slapped his head as he said: "By the way, if Mr. Deng*'s class also wants it, then there will be more copies."

Shi Gui was stunned, until the match burned his fingers, and then he said "ah": "You bought so much...why don't you copy it yourself?"

"As for the 12 papers, it will take a lot of time to copy them down. Besides, Teacher Li * wants to take the exam in class, so he has to make them tidy." A boy wearing glasses was quite arrogant.

"Then you can't mimeograph yourself?"

"Print 12 papers at a time? Impossible. For one application, the school will give paper for at most two papers. It is impossible to print so many papers." The boy with eyes showed a see-through smile and said, "The school is reluctant to spend money, let's talk about it." , 20 cents for a set of papers, not much to save."

When the school prints papers, it can ask students to help, but it cannot charge additional materials such as paper and ink. In the case of limited tuition and miscellaneous fees paid by students, the leaders control this very strictly.

The purchased test papers are different. Although they are also mimeographed, because there is no direct connection with the school, students can pay for them themselves, which is no different from other teaching supplementary materials.

This is the essential difference between spending "your own" money and spending other people's money.

Shi Gui didn't understand what was going on in school, but his heart was beating fast.

In his eyes, this campus surrounded by walls is like a peach blossom garden where bullies are kept in captivity.

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