Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Shi Gui ran back to his friend's residence as quickly as possible, picked up the test paper and ran to No. 1 Middle School.

Opening up the situation is the most important thing. If all the students in No. 1 Middle School use this test paper, students and teachers in other schools are likely to choose this test paper as well.

Wang Meng also helped to get a bundle, but he ran out of breath.

Going to the back door of No. 1 Middle School, there were already more than ten students waiting there.

After a little inspection, the representatives of several classes gave the test papers a clean score.

Yang Rui had strict requirements when mimeographing the test papers. The stencils were discarded when they were used up, and the newly printed papers had to be fully dried. Just in terms of quality, it was several times better than those printed by the school itself.

After all, neither the teachers nor the students have the energy and concept to strictly control the quality of the papers printed in the school. Most of them choose to be thrifty.

Yang Rui has seen many large domestic and foreign companies with his mentor, and the simple assembly line procedures are also easy to design.

Shi Gui stood on the curb in the back garden to collect money, and after a while, his trouser pockets were filled with change.

No. 1 Middle School is the largest middle school in Xi County. There are 12 classes in total for the graduating class and the returning class. Junior college, and 6 of them are undergraduates, and the surrounding students want to go in even if their heads are squeezed, just for such a small chance.

Correspondingly, the requirements of County No. 1 Middle School are also much higher. If you are not a student of this school, you will have to pay 1 yuan in tuition or miscellaneous fees for its reheating class, which is ten times that of other ordinary middle schools.

Even so, families with conditions in the county will try their best to send their children here.

Compared with other high expenses, a set of test papers worth 20 cents is the most normal consumption, and there are only more than 150 test papers, which is nothing.

Leaving the last few papers to Wang Meng, Shi Gui gave him another pack of cigarettes, and said: "You can help me look at the school first, and if you need anything, write it down for me. I will go to Xibao to take pictures now." Telegram, let them send the test papers."

Wang Meng cheerfully agreed, and looked enviously at Shi Guishen running out of sight.

Shi Gui chose the telegram without hesitation. In order to explain the situation, he used 16 words to express the situation: sold out,

Two hundred copies have been pre-sold, and new products will be sent to the gear factory.

A telegram at the post office costs 3 cents per word, 48 cents for 16 characters, and another penny for the telegram. The total is 49 cents, which is more expensive than buying a pack of Daqianmen.

Shi Gui also felt pain in his heart when he paid the money, but he was happy again when he thought that he had sold a set of test papers in a daze just now.

A set of test papers is 1 yuan, and he can get 6 yuan, which is quite a lot. If you add the extra sets that others ask for, then there are still 8 yuan waiting for him.

And that's just the beginning.

Shi Gui felt that he seemed to grasp something important.

The only thing that worries him is whether Yang Rui's production can keep up.

The set is a test paper. If you want to expand sales, you will naturally have to produce more test papers. Shi Gui is now starting to regret why he didn't insist on finding a printing factory.

Of course, he just thought about it. Yang Rui might be able to get it out of the strict procedures of the printing factory, but he didn't contribute at all, and he might lose his share by then.

Thinking of this, Shi Gui paused, and reconsidered the issue of shares mentioned by Yang Rui.

noon the next day.

Shi Gui saw two students who came to deliver the goods. They came by the morning bus and ordered a tricycle, which was so full that people could only sit on both sides.

"Please sign for it." A student handed Shi Gui what looked like a receipt, which was also mimeographed.

Shi Gui pointed to himself in surprise, and asked, "You don't know me?"

"I know."

"Then why sign?"

"If you don't sign, how will Brother Rui know whether you took the test paper or I took it." The student who spoke handed over the receipt again.

Shi Gui wrote his name angrily, and then asked concerned: "How many sets did you take?"

"Set." The two students opened the cloth bag in the back bucket, and the hard shell paper test papers inside were neatly bundled.

"So many?" In Shi Gui's mind, it would be nice to be able to send condoms.

The two students looked at each other and smiled. The one who spoke in front was a little stronger, and said first: "Brother Rui said that you will ask. In the last month, we have at least this amount."

"How did you do this?"

"You sent a telegram yesterday, and Brother Rui paid for the part-time job by himself. The part-time job costs 10 cents an hour, and the students in the first year of high school are crazy about it." Another student whispered: "Brother Rui only gave it back to the furnace. Get a part-time job, otherwise, it would be easy."

"Then will there be more next month?" Shi Gui hurriedly asked.

The other party shook his head, and said: "Brother Rui said that another set may be released next month, and we will see when the market is saturated."

Shi Gui nodded half-understanding.

However, he quickly put the matter behind him, and selling the test papers in the car was the most important thing.

While Yang Rui was preparing teaching funds for himself, Zhao Dannian also came to the Municipal Education Bureau to ask for funds and support for Xibao Middle School.

The school itself is not profitable. Even if the tuition and miscellaneous fees are collected, the amount is far from enough to meet the expenses, not to mention that the tuition still has to be handed over.

Zhao Dannian made several trips to the Education Bureau every year, and this time he had an extra job to inquire about the publication of the latest teaching supplementary materials.

Although his rank is not high, his qualifications are old, and he knows a lot of people in the bureau. Seeing that the door of a deputy director's office was open, he slipped in.

"Hey, old Zhao is here?"

"Old Feng? Are you promoted?" Zhao Dannian laughed happily now that he was an old friend.

"There's only one director. The fifty-year-old director is useless. Come, come and sit." Lao Feng put down the pen in his hand and came out from behind the desk.

Zhao Dannian sat on the sofa in the room unceremoniously, and asked, "Do you care about the money?"

While pouring water, Lao Feng said decisively: "No matter."

"Do you care about people?"

"Personnel affairs are all up to the director."

"Then it doesn't matter?" Zhao Dannian said whatever came to his mind.

Old Feng nodded his head.

Zhao Dannian rolled his eyes: "Don't care about infrastructure management?"

"in spite of."

"Then what use are you for?" Zhao Dannian blew his beard angrily.

Old Feng was quite wronged by what he said. After thinking for a long time, he continued to pour water and said, "I used to write textbooks, but now I still write textbooks. The deputy director is here to solve the problem of my treatment."

"Textbook compilation, textbook compilation..." Zhao Dannian muttered a few words, slapped his legs, and said, "Textbook compilation is also fine. I just want to ask you, has the province released any new internal materials recently? It's about the college entrance examination."

"No such thing." Lao Feng put down the teapot and said with certainty.

Zhao Dannian didn't believe it: "You can't fool me."

"What are you doing to frighten you? Hey, I said Lao Zhao, you don't want to take advantage of it, and you don't want to go through the back door, are you unwilling?" Lao Feng teased a few words, slapped his forehead, and said: "I almost forgot, I just asked you If you don't come, I'll call you."

Zhao Dannian looked at him strangely: "What are you asking me?"

"Is there a teacher in your school named Yang Rui?" Lao Feng asked seriously.

The student Yang Rui flashed through Zhao Dannian's mind, then he shook his head and said, "There is no teacher named Yang Rui."

"You are not authentic, old Zhao." Old Feng leaned forward slightly, smiling like a withered flower, and said, "If I don't ask for someone from you, I will just borrow it for a few days."

Zhao Dannian became more vigilant: "Tell me why first?"

"You do not know?"

"Know what?" Zhao Dannian was afraid that he might misunderstand, and explained: "I came to the city a few days ago, and I haven't had time to call the school yet."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Lao Feng got up and went to the bookshelf, took a stack of newspapers, took out the top one, put it on the coffee table, and said, "Look, this issue of "Middle School Student Guide" has an article The article was signed by Yang Rui from Xibao Middle School, Xixian County, Hedong Province. I read the article twice, and the writing is very clear, orderly, and step-by-step... such a talent is placed in the village... why don't you lend it to me first, and make the best use of it..."

He stopped to pick up the glass when his saliva was dry, but Zhao Dannian had a strange expression on his face.

Old Feng felt that there was something interesting, and hurriedly said: "Don't be reluctant, if you are reluctant, it will delay the future of young people. "Middle School Student Herald" is a hard-charging provincial academic magazine, and it is different from the tofu blocks in those newspapers. Awards can be used. It is not easy for others to write such an article, you have to be considerate, right?"

Zhao Dannian's expression became even weirder.

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