Rebirth of the Wild Age

In the suburbs, Tongzilou.

The Song family has been kicked out of the distillery worker's community, and now lives in the workers' dormitory of the cannery.

Compared with the self-built small bungalows in the village and the 200-square-meter mansion allocated by the winery, the situation of Tongzilou is much worse.

Two bedrooms, one living room plus kitchen, the total is only more than 60 square meters, and the toilet needs to be shared with several neighbors.

In his previous life, because the cannery couldn't pay wages, Song Weiyang lived here and was disliked by all kinds of people, so he chose a foreign university as if he was fleeing.

Song Weiyang would never allow this kind of situation to happen again. He hated this place very much and had too many bad memories mixed in.

In the next half month, all plans were carried out in a steady and orderly manner. Accompanied by local leaders, Zheng Xuehong visited and inspected many enterprises in Rongping City one after another.

When Song Weiyang's third year of high school started, Zheng Xuehong finally expressed his satisfaction and said that he would return to Hong Kong City to transfer funds.

Brother, we are here to say goodbye. Zheng Xuehong walked into the living room with a smile.

The living room is poorly furnished, with only a dining table and a wire bed. Song Weiyang slept on the steel wire bed, and he didn't even have a wardrobe. Clothes could only be put in boxes and placed under the bed.

Song Weiyang picked up the thermos bottle and said, Sit casually, I won't greet you.

Both Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao could only sit on the edge of the bed, which was too narrow to move their feet. They held the freshly poured boiling water and did not speak.

Old Zheng leave me a phone number, and you will come back when you receive my call. Song Weiyang instructed.

Zheng Xuehong asked: What do you say when you come back? The government is not easy to fool. They have been pressing very hard these days, and they wish I could invest in several companies at once.

You don't have to worry about that, Song Weiyang said with a smile, My uncle has already left for the Special Economic Zone, and he will soon get the license of the Hong Kong City Company.

When Song Shumin used to play show operations, he met a few friends in Hong Kong City. The relationship was not deep, but it was still possible to help register the leather bag company. Although Xiaojiu is playful, he will not lose the chain at critical times. Let him go to the Special Economic Zone to call Hong Kong City, send money there and come back after getting the company license. There should be no accidents.

At that time, in the name of Gangcheng Leather Bag Company, the canning factory will be invested and held. With the nature of a joint venture, local leaders will definitely give the green light all the way, not to mention tax reductions and exemptions, and bank loans can be easily obtained.

Then I can rest assured, Zheng Xuehong said with a cigarette in his mouth, brother, your Mayor Huang is very interesting.

Song Weiyang asked: What happened to him?

Chen Tao helped to answer: That Mayor Huang personally visited the hotel last night, hoping that we can invest in the winery.

Don't worry about him! Song Weiyang laughed angrily.

Leaving many loss-making state-owned enterprises in the city alone, and instead investing in lucrative wineries, people who can do this kind of behavior are either stupid or bad!

Of course, Mayor Huang is not stupid. His reason for doing this is very simple: other enterprises are all direct descendants of Fan Zhengyang, and only the power of the winery is in his hands. The game between the two has entered a white-hot stage.

Zheng Xuehong smiled and said: I think so, we can continue to contact him. I read The Romance of the Three Kingdoms very well, and there is a trick called 'Jiang Gan Stealing Books'.

Song Weiyang complained, What kind of metaphor are you talking about? The bull's head is wrong.

Anyway, that's what it means, you understand. Zheng Xuehong searched his brains and didn't know how to explain it.

Song Weiyang said: Even if Jiang Gan steals the book, I am not Zhou Yu, but Secretary Fan. You can contact Secretary Fan at any time.

That's fine, I'll go first. Zheng Xuehong got up and said.

Goodbye, Song...little brother! Chen Tao smiled and blinked.

The two left in the duke's seat. They first went to Chen Tao's hometown to get the money, and then went back to Zheng Xuehong's hometown together. After all, it would be dangerous for a girl to bring too much money alone.

There was just a heavy rain last night, and the county road was extremely difficult to walk, with big puddles one after another.

Zheng Xuehong felt sorry for the car, and drove slowly like a turtle, and it took a full half an hour to reach the nearest town from the urban area. It coincided with going to the market, and the town was crowded with people, and the Duke car could only move with difficulty among the crowd.

All of a sudden, they heard the voice of a seller on the side of the road: Come and see, it's a sale by lottery! Get a few bottles in a bottle, and you won't be able to eat it all for a year! Come and see it, it's a sale by lottery...

These canned food sellers are ordinary workers in the canning factory.

Song Qizhi not only contacted the dealer, but also mobilized workers to deal with the inventory. Every time a bottle of canned food is sold, a commission of 20 cents can be paid. Workers who are short of money have borrowed tricycles to transport the canned food to the village and town markets for sale.

It's a pity that people are not enthusiastic about this, and no one patronizes after shouting for a long time.

An old farmer carrying a bamboo basket suddenly walked towards the stall. His brother-in-law's 60th birthday next month was planning to buy a bottle of canned food as a gift, and happened to meet him at the fair.

In the 1980s, it was very simple for farmers to give gifts, just a piece of cloth or a towel. Canned food and malted milk were considered very high-end gifts. But in the 1990s, towels and cloths were no longer available, and it seemed stingy to give canned food. Everyone began to give gift money.

How do you sell this can? the old farmer asked.

When the canned worker saw the customer, he quickly said, Canned yellow peaches cost 3 yuan a bottle, and canned sweet oranges cost only 2 yuan and 50 cents.

The old farmer shook his head again and again: It's too expensive, other people's canned yellow peaches only cost 2.5 yuan.

The worker held a bottle of canned yellow peaches and said, Uncle, you don't understand. Have you seen that the authentic Xifeng brand cans, famous brands, can be compared with those wild brands outside? And ah, you buy cans for less You can draw a lottery, as long as you are lucky, you can buy several bottles for the price of a bottle of canned food.

The old farmer still thought it was too expensive and turned around to leave.

Suddenly a child passed by the booth, saw the canned food with glowing eyes, tugged at his mother's sleeve and said, Mom, I want to eat canned food!

Tao Tao is good, canned food is too expensive, mom will buy you tomatoes. Mother coaxed.

No, no, I want to eat canned food, I want to eat. The child refused to leave.

The mother said angrily: If you make trouble again, I will beat you!

Wow, woo woo... I want to eat canned food, I want to eat canned food... The child sat on the ground, hugging his mother's leg and crying loudly.

The crying became louder and louder, and there were more and more people onlookers, all of them persuaded: The child wants to eat, so you can buy it for him.

Mother resolutely said: No, you can't spoil it!

I want to eat, I want to eat! Wow wow wow... The child was still crying, and the more people there were, the more vigorously he cried.

The canned worker had an idea, and said with a smile, Sister, it's normal for children to be greedy. I'll give you this bottle of canned oranges for free.

Really don't want money? Mother hesitated.

Without money, how can I lie to you with so many people? The worker laughed.

The mother took the can and thanked again and again: Thank you, little brother, you are so kind.

The worker reminded: There is a scratch area on the lid of the can, scratch it off to see if you have won a prize.

The little boy burst into laughter instantly, stood up and said, I'll shave!

The old farmer stood still and went over to watch the children scratch their prizes.

The child quickly scraped off the coating and read: One more time... Mom, what does this word read?

The mother was illiterate, blushed and said, Ask uncle.

The worker exclaimed exaggeratedly: Oh, the kid is so lucky! It's another bottle, take it quickly.

On the contrary, my mother was embarrassed: Well... this bottle was given to me by you, and it would be too embarrassing to give another bottle.

It's okay, take it. The worker handed over another bottle.

The child scratched the prize enthusiastically, but unfortunately he didn't win again.

The old farmer was moved, and took out three crumpled dollars from his trouser belt: Comrade, I'll buy a bottle of yellow peaches.

Hold it, old man. The worker moved swiftly and smiled broadly.

The old farmer scratched the lottery, handed it to the worker and said, Comrade, help me see it.

The worker exaggerated again: I hit it, let's have another bottle, old man is lucky!

The old farmer scratched again and handed it to the worker, who yelled, It's hit again!

Scrape again, hit it again, and hit six bottles in one breath.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, they had never seen such an easy winner, and they immediately paid for it to try their luck.

Haha, I've hit it, let's have another bottle!

I got hit too!

Oh, how lucky are you, you didn't even win three bottles.

You didn't wash your hands when you went out.

I don't believe in evil anymore, give me another bottle!

...

The scene became crazy in an instant. This is no longer buying cans, but buying lottery tickets.

In just over ten minutes, the cans transported by the workers in tricycles were sold out, and his way of selling cans in village and town markets was quickly popularized.

There is no need for dealers to help. Workers take the initiative to help sell everywhere in order to get a commission. The city's four districts and two counties are not enough to divide the land, and the workers even transport the canned food to the next city-wherever they go, the local canned food market collapses rapidly, and their colleagues can only watch, unless they also lose money like this.

When half of the inventory was gone, Song Qizhi quickly adjusted and reduced the winning rate from two-thirds to one-half, equivalent to half-price sales, but more popular than direct price cuts.

In just over ten days, the cannery has withdrawn more than 2 million funds.

This is not only as simple as increasing cash flow, but also enhances the confidence of the majority of fruit farmers in the cannery.

The yellow peaches in Rongping City have a long history, and they were also used as tributes in the Ming Dynasty. In the 1980s, the government took the lead and grafted and bred new varieties. If the publicity and promotion are done well, selling yellow peaches to other places can increase a lot of income.

It's a pity that the yellow peaches in Rongping City haven't gone very far so far. They are only a little famous in neighboring cities and counties, and most of them are directly wholesaled to canning factories as raw materials.

As canneries shut down, fruit growers were left with a lot of worries.

Because August and September are the seasons for harvesting yellow peaches, ripe yellow peaches can only be kept fresh for more than ten days, and those that cannot be sold will rot on the trees.

I heard that some Hong Kong businessmen have invested in a canning factory, and seeing that the sales of the canning factory have been gratifying recently, the fruit farmers have spontaneously shipped yellow peaches to the gate of the factory—on credit? OK, just make a white note.

Just like that, Song Weiyang didn't spend a penny, and the new canned fruits were automatically put into the warehouse, and the machines in the canning factory began to work overtime.