Rebirth Turn of the Century

At night, the office area of ​​Wanjia Lighting Decoration City is very quiet.

After get off work, Zhao Song came here after sending Yuanyuan to the computer training class.

The shopkeeper's surname is Mei, and Fu Shan's factory is also named Wanjia by coincidence.

At this time, Boss Mei was calling the factory to calculate the cost, while Zhao Song sat aside and looked at the technical information carefully.

"The lamp beads must be illuminated by Fushan"

Boss Mei nodded, and then discussed with the other end of the phone.

The 1,000 ultra-thin spotlights that Xingsheng asked for must be tooling, the kind that he put on the counter, and Xingsheng dared to ask for it, but he was unwilling to give it.

It is my duty to do business for a while and earn money for a lifetime. Zhao Song didn't dare to live in the house bought with money from the pit. Tooling has very high quality requirements, otherwise, if you break it every three days, it will affect other people's business, not to mention that Xingsheng will definitely beat him to death, and he himself will not allow it.

Aluminum alloy lamp body, acrylic cover, require the supplier to meet the ISO quality system certification. The lamp beads in each spotlight changed from one miscellaneous brand to three Fushan lighting. Unless all three are broken, they can be used forever.

Finally went from 22 one to 16.

Zhao Song took the initiative to add it to 18, and asked to put the name and phone number of Mingjia Technology in the manual. In the end, this ultra-thin spotlight can only be sold by him in the whole of Kyoto, and he can sell it anywhere else. Boss Mei agreed.

Deposit, 20000, quantity 5000, delivery within half a month. Before the LED went on the market, Zhao Song made some money.

Beijing University West Gate, No. 25 Education Bureau, 22.23 points.

Zhao Song and Yuanyuan collapsed on the bed after simply washing up.

"Brother, do you think it's safe to keep the money with Brother Zhao Xin?"

"Sister, he will compensate you if you lose it."

"Brother, I never thought I could make so much money in a day."

"Sister, store image and sales season, remember these two concepts, learn and understand by yourself."

"Brother, I seem to be dreaming."

Zhao Song put his arms around Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan, there are more than 20 million people in this city, and few people are as lucky as us to meet Second Uncle!"

"Yuanyuan, you are fine now. There will be many temptations in the future. If you keep your heart, you will be invincible. Yuanyuan, you must keep your heart. Yuanyuan..." Mumbling to himself, Zhao Song closed his eyes.

He's... so tired.

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A few buds sprouted on the branch where the tired bird nested, just in this day when everything is about to recover and the weather is about to get warmer...

Zhao Song was called in front of the teaching director.

Ten days after the counter opened, Yuanyuan has been able to independently support the counter for a while, and Zhao Song will arrive as soon as possible after his professional class. However, after class today, Zhao Song was stopped.

A qualified teaching director should have no name or surname.

"Someone reported me for selling wool... No, for selling VCDs?"

"Director Guo, I haven't sold VCDs for nearly two months. Do you know why?" The dean is not qualified because he has a surname.

"Because they only want to buy VCDs. As outstanding students of this school," Zhao Song said, ignoring the speechless expression of the dean, "Of course I refuse, and I will never sell VCDs again."

"Director Guo, I have no father or mother in Kyoto, and I struggle alone, but I came to see you as my father."

"Father Guo, you are the one who gave me the outstanding student certificate, and you gave me the opportunity to work part-time outside the school, so that I can support myself, Father Guo..."

"Get out!"

"What?"

"Get out of here."

"Hey." Zhao Song wanted to squat down and roll away, but when he saw the director with a dark face, he had no choice but to run away in despair.

Zhao Song knew it was all right. He is a backup model of the school's work-study program. When the superiors inspect the relevant results, he will become an official model. become typical.

Zhao Song slept in 137 that night, and the dormitory was very quiet all night. It was less than six o'clock the next morning, and he packed his luggage with a "ding bang", waiting to wake everyone up, and then walked away without anything.

Zhao Song, who came out of the logistics department, has since become a glorious day student, saving 800 bed fees every semester. From then on, Zhao Song has nothing to do with the whole class except for classes. The reputation of the club has long been stinky.

As for the other classes, apart from the little brother who knows how to carry bags and sell computers, who knows who he is?

Zhao Song pouted. who cares!

This was the last day of February 2000. The counter had been open for ten days. Based on 30% of the shares, Zhao Song averaged 18,000 a day, and the large bay continued to be vacant.

Total assets: 190,000