Ya Nei of Rebirth

Liu Jincai brought a bunch of manuscripts home to read.

The essay collection activity has been going on for nearly half a month, and the situation is still very gratifying. The Propaganda Department received hundreds of manuscripts. Li Chengyan worked very hard and organized a group of people to review the manuscripts. All the manuscripts Liu Jincai took home passed the preliminary review.

"Dad, learn from me."

Liu Jincai smiled and pushed the manuscript he had read in front of his son.

In fact, Liu Jun didn't like to read this kind of official article. He was concerned about Jiang Youxin's situation and wanted to find out if there was anything written by Jiang Youxin. Ruan Chenglin's article "Gifts to the Motherland with Practical Actions" was also submitted to the provincial newspaper.

It had been some days and there was still no news, so Liu Jun was a little anxious.

When it comes to candidates in the officialdom, Liu Jun is most optimistic about his brother-in-law first, and secondly Jiang Youxin. Both of them have the foundation to become officials.

Liu Jun pretended to look through it and couldn't find Jiang Youxin's name. He couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. However, he comforted himself that he was not busy with the good things and was probably still thinking about it. He should not not participate in this essay competition.

"Looking so fast?"

Liu Jincai was a little surprised when he saw his son turning over the manuscripts that he had not read yet.

Liu Jun took the opportunity to apply eye drops: "They are all mediocre, nothing outstanding."

Liu Jincai didn't feel dissatisfied and said with a smile: "This is only the first batch of preliminary drafts, and the best works are naturally limited."

It seems that Liu Jincai has gained a lot of horizons since he published three articles in the provincial newspaper under his name.

"Dad, you watch it first, and then I will help my uncle write an article and submit it to Baozhou Daily."

"Why, are you in a hurry?"

Liu Jun chuckled: "My uncle, I boasted about Haikou in front of my mother. This matter is going to go wrong. I'm not sure how to deal with it. It's better to make more plans. A red heart, so prepare with both hands."

Ruan Bixiu was busy in the kitchen. When she heard this, she asked, "What bad things did you say about me behind my back?"

"Hey, who dares? If you offend your comrades in the police, aren't you asking for trouble?"

Liu Jun joked.

Ruan Bixiu laughed and cursed, feeling very happy. It seemed that the deputy instructor at the police station did a pretty good job.

As soon as he got up, there was a knock on the door. Liu Jun ran over and asked: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Xie Yanhua."

"Ah, it's Teacher Xie."

Liu Jun hurriedly ran over and opened the door with a respectful look on his face.

When an old classmate came to visit, Liu Jincai was naturally very enthusiastic. Even Ruan Bixiu left her work in the kitchen and ran out to receive him.

In his previous life, Liu Jun knew that Teacher Xie had a good relationship with his father, and it seemed that it was still the case now. Teacher Xie and Liu Jincai exchanged a few pleasantries, sighed, and then talked about Liu Jun's affairs directly.

"Lao Liu, I think your son doesn't need to come to class every day."

"Ah? Is Xiaojun very naughty in school and disobeying discipline?"

Before Liu Jincai answered, Ruan Bixiu became anxious.

"No, no, Sister Ruan, you misunderstood. Your Xiaojun is a genius."

Teacher Xie was full of praise and then talked about Liu Jun's performance today.

Ever since Liu Jun became a teacher of Mr. Zhou, Liu Jincai rarely asked about his son's study status. He believed without reservation that Mr. Zhou would never mislead his students. However, after listening to Teacher Xie's introduction, he was still a little surprised. Unexpectedly

My son's attainments in classical Chinese have surpassed my own.

Ruan Bixiu couldn't stop grinning.

"In my opinion, let him continue to study with Mr. Zhou. He is a professor and his level is much higher than mine."

Teacher Xie is sincere and sincere.

"Haha, Yanhua, why are you so humble? I remember when we were classmates, you were the most arrogant one."

Liu Jincai joked. Even though Mr. Zhou is a great scholar, he can't say to his face that Teacher Xie is inferior to others, right?

"What? I'm the most arrogant one? Lao Liu, you don't mean what you said. Why don't you call all the classmates and ask them to see who is the most arrogant one?"

Liu Jincai smiled and did not deny it.

Liu Jun felt happy. Teacher Xie was indeed a trustworthy person.

While we were chatting enthusiastically, someone else came to visit. They were all people whom Liu Jun didn't know. They introduced themselves as propaganda cadres in Taishan District. Teacher Xie then stood up and left, and Ruan Bixiu and Liu Jun escorted her to the door of the County Revolutionary Committee.

When I came back, I saw several groups of people sitting under the shade of the trees in front of the building, constantly looking up. Naturally, they were all cadres who came to pay homage to the pier. Although the cadres in the 1970s and 1980s were far more honest than those in later generations, they were always looking for official positions.

That style has not yet become popular, but it is still necessary to communicate with the leaders in a timely manner. It seems that Liu Jincai's family is rarely quiet now that he is an official.

…

Fang Wenti followed Liu Jun's instructions and put up a sign of recycling used electrical appliances. The business was not very good. In one day, he recycled more than a dozen radios, cassettes, electromechanical fans and the like. At the beginning, Fang Wenti even took apart the casing to take a look.

, based on quality and price, and later simply decided to

In terms of pounds, it's like buying scraps, except that the price is slightly higher than the public recycling price. Anyway, these things are useless at home. Originally there was no place to go except the scrap recycling station, but now the price per kilogram is more than the public price.

It only cost a few cents, but everyone was still very satisfied.

Furthermore, in public scrap recycling stations, these items are dismantled and collected. Only the metal parts are priced, and the rest are not collected and can only be thrown away. Fang Wenti’s price for the whole machine here is discussed, and everyone thinks they are taking advantage.

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Liu Jun greatly appreciated Fang Wenti's shrewdness.

This lame man is really a good businessman, better than himself. Liu Jun had never done business in his previous life, so he was not good at it.

Liu Jun immediately started to take apart the recovered things and took a look at them. At first glance, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. What kind of things are they? The circuit boards of many machines were completely rusted into a ball, and there were one or two machines.

Even the casing cannot be opened.

"Brother Fang, we don't have enough turpentine, we have to buy some."

Although the quality is poor, it is not without merit. After removing the components and cleaning them, many of them are still usable. However, the little turpentine originally prepared was quickly used up.

Fang Wenti stopped as soon as he heard this: "No, Xiaojun, I have no money."

"Where's your money?"

"You also said that I spent a total of more than 20 yuan on these treasures. Now I am penniless and I don't even have money for lunch, so you still have to take care of my food."

With a capital of only twenty yuan, this business is shabby!

Fang Wenti was even more angry when he saw that Liu Jun was silent. He knew that Liu Jun was rich, and he had given Liu Jun almost twenty yuan these days. Since it was a business, Liu Jun had to pay dividends when he made money, and he had to bear all the capital alone.

No wonder he was unhappy.

There is indeed something wrong with this and it needs to be changed.

Liu Jun took out the money and put it on the table and said, "Brother Fang, come sit down and let's discuss it."

Only then did Fang Wenti rejoice, limped over, and reached out to grab the money first. Liu Jun casually picked up the soldering iron and knocked it over. He was so frightened that he flinched and glared: "Xiaojun, what are you doing?

?Coax me?"

"I didn't make it clear. Just take the money for now. You are so useless!"

Fang Wenti laughed and said: "Isn't this the fear of being poor? I don't have a penny in my pocket, and I don't have any confidence in my heart. Whatever you want to discuss, you say it."

"As for what you just said, a partnership does business. What is the partnership law? You should draw up articles of association."

Fang Wenti said seriously: "Are you really planning to do business with me?"

Liu Jun glared: "Why, I contribute money and effort, and I also use my connections to get rid of those ruffians. What do you think I want to do? Do you want to exploit me?"

Liu Jun just said it casually, but Fang Wenti was frightened and said nervously: "Xiaojun, don't talk nonsense, I...how dare I exploit you? Whatever you say is fine, I have no objection."

Only then did Liu Jun realize that talking about the exploitation of people at this time was an extremely serious issue and should not be joked about. With the current position of power in the Liu family, if Liu Jun turned his back and refused to recognize others, his cripple would be in dire straits.

Liu Jun smiled and relaxed the atmosphere: "I see you are nervous, I am joking with you. We are good friends."

Fang Wenti breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, good friends, good friends."

"In this way, the capital is half for one person, and whether it's profit or loss, it's still half for one person, okay?"

"OK."

Fang Wenti was extremely cheerful and showed no hesitation at all. He had no relatives in the county, and without the connections of the Liu family, he would not be able to stay at all. Zhao Qiang would kill him.

"From now on, you have to keep accounts every day. You have to record every penny of your income and expenditure. I don't have time to stay here all day, but I can read the account books... Do you know how to keep accounts?"

Liu Jun knew that Fang Wenti was literate, but he might not have kept accounts.

Fang Wenti shook his head, showing an embarrassed look.

"Then you go to the stationery store later and buy an account book, and I will teach you how to keep accounts."

Fang Wenti was surprised: "Xiaojun, you really know everything."

In his previous life, Liu Jun was basically a business idiot, but he still understood the common sense of keeping accounts in business. Anyway, now it is just a small business, just for fun. In the future, if it becomes bigger, it will naturally require the help of professional financial personnel.

"Okay, okay, I know a lot of things. You will know it gradually in the future. Go shopping quickly."

Liu Jun waved his hand, looking very arrogant.

Fang Wenti went crazy.

I remember reading an official novel before, and there was a sentence in it that said, "Some people, if you treat them as a human being, they will treat you as a bird; if you treat them as a bird, they will treat you as a human being."

This really makes sense.

The benefits of recycling used electrical appliances are very obvious. Today I repaired two radios and a tape recorder for someone. It didn’t cost an extra penny to replace the components. They were all removed from the old machines. Twelve yuan is almost a pure profit. If you want to buy it,

The cost of replacing new components is almost six yuan.

Liu Jun dismantled all the old electrical appliances, cleaned them, tested them, replaced the casing of one of the radios, and replaced a few components. The thing started broadcasting news like a new machine.

Fang Wenti was surprised and delighted: "This, this is as good as new."

Liu Jun smiled and said: "It looks like new, but it's still second-hand inside, so you can take it out at half price."

Fang Wenti beamed: "Half price is too cheap, at least it's 40% off."

"That's up to you. Anyway, the price negotiation is your responsibility. By the way, the brand selling second-hand electrical appliances must be put up, otherwise people won't know about it. We don't have many acquaintances and friends in this area, and it's too slow to rely on person-to-person communication."

"It makes sense, Xiaojun, why are everything you said so reasonable?"

While Fang Wenti was overjoyed, he did not forget to take a photo of Liu Jun.

"Go to hell and stop flattering me. This cassette player looks good, but it's rusty inside. I need to spend some time to fix it. Once it's repaired, I can sell it for a good price."

Liu Jun was talking about a Zhujiang brand monophonic cassette recorder produced by Guangzhou Shuguang Radio Factory. This was a very good home appliance at the time. A brand-new one seemed to cost three to four hundred yuan. The new model was produced just this year.

It was probably a fashionable item purchased by a cadre's family when they got married. I don't know how it got rusty like this in just a few months. Maybe there was too much humidity in the room.

Radio cassette players have only emerged in the past year or two. They are absolutely new in a small inland county like Xiangyang County, and most families cannot afford to buy one. There are only three repair shops in the entire old street, and none of them specializes in repairing radio cassette players. I guess.

When I opened the casing and took a look, I immediately sent it back. At that time, the service quality from both the manufacturer and the merchant was very poor, and there seemed to be no warranty period.

Fang Wenti exclaimed: "Can this be fixed? That would be a huge profit."

"I'm not sure whether it will work. Let's try it first."

Not long after lunch, someone came to ask about the selling price of the second-hand radio. Fang Wenti was so shady that he actually offered him a 30% discount. Before the other party counter-offered, I was already blushing and embarrassed.

The two parties bargained, and Fang Wenti insisted on a 60% discount and refused to let go.

"This radio of yours is a second-hand item. It's an old thing. I don't know how long it will last if I buy it back. It's so expensive. Forget it, I don't want it anymore."

Seeing that Fang Wenti was stubborn to the end, the other party was also a little unhappy.

Liu Jun hurriedly interrupted: "We guarantee this radio."

"Warranty? What do you mean?"

sweat!

I didn’t even understand what the warranty meant. At that time, no one really cared about the rights of consumers.

"The warranty is within three months. If something goes wrong, as long as it is not man-made damage, we will repair it for free."

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Of course, what we sell must be done responsibly."

Seeing Liu Jun's certainty, Fang Wenti immediately started to brag.

"really?"

Liu Jun said: "We will write you a receipt and note the warranty matters."

"Okay, I'll take it."

Fang Wenti was so happy that he hurriedly looked for the receipt, but he forgot to buy it. As a last resort, he had to find a piece of paper to replace it. Fortunately, the people at the time were honest. After seeing the "receipt" that was neither a donkey nor a horse, they had no objection and returned it.

His face was filled with joy and he felt like he had gotten a bargain.

"When you get rich, you get the cost back in one day, and the rest is all for nothing."

As soon as they left, Fang Wenti seemed to be so happy that he started dancing in the room with his brand-new banknotes.

"Keep your voice down and you'll know what to say!"

Liu Jun smiled and cursed.