Chapter 144 Rehearsal
Lin Daoyuan talked a lot with Song Yuanchao, and also asked some questions that Song Yuanchao did not discuss in depth in the document. Song Yuanchao explained them one by one and listened to some of Lin Daoyuan's opinions.
The conversation lasted for more than an hour. When he finished talking about another question raised by Lin Daoyuan, he suddenly realized that so much time had passed.
Lighting a cigarette, Lin Daoyuan looked at Song Yuanchao with great satisfaction and asked, "If you were asked to go to a state-owned enterprise, do you think you could actually face such a situation?"
Song Yuanchao was stunned, thought for a while and said carefully: "It's hard to say. After all, every company has its own special circumstances, from products to structure, from personnel to facilities. What's more, paper talk is just paper talk. The actual operation must be based on the actual situation, plus some internal and external factors..."
At this point, Song Yuanchao laughed: "Uncle, it seems a little too early for you to say this. Don't forget that I just entered school this year and I still have several years to graduate."
"Yes, it's indeed a little early to talk about this." Lin Daoyuan laughed in silence. The more he talked with Song Yuanchao, the more he realized that many of his ideas were very different from those of ordinary young people. In particular, many of the viewpoints put forward by Song Yuanchao surprised Lin Daoyuan. What's more important is that Song Yuanchao has a steadiness that other young people do not have. This is rare and precious, and it is also the point that Lin Daoyuan appreciates most.
When chatting with Song Yuanchao, Lin Daoyuan even had the idea of talking to someone of the same age. As the topic deepened, he easily ignored Song Yuanchao's age and identity.
The question that Lin Daoyuan suddenly asked just now was asked subconsciously. Since Song Yuanchao put forward so many opinions and proposed some solutions to the problems, Lin Daoyuan felt that it might be more appropriate to put Song Yuanchao in a company and let him verify it through actual practice.
That's why Lin Daoyuan asked that question. But when Song Yuanchao answered like that, Lin Daoyuan suddenly remembered that Song Yuanchao was just a freshman in college. In the next few years, Song Yuanchao would continue to study in college until graduation in three and a half years.
Sighing inwardly, Lin Daoyuan suddenly felt that it was a waste for a talent like Song Yuanchao to go to college. If Song Yuanchao was not a college student now, perhaps Lin Daoyuan would use his own ideas to let Song Yuanchao go to a small and medium-sized enterprise to verify the viewpoints they discussed in practice, thereby proving the true results of many problems.
Thinking of this, Lin Daoyuan laughed again. Song Yuanchao has impressed him now. What will he be like after he graduates? As an elder and a future father-in-law, Lin Daoyuan is looking forward to seeing this result and has great expectations for Song Yuanchao.
The New Year's Day Gala was just a few days away. January 1, 1980 was a Tuesday. The New Year's Day Gala was scheduled to begin at 7:00 p.m. on December 31, 1979. The gala would last for five and a half hours and would end at 0:30 a.m. on New Year's Day.
For this cross-generational party, the Imperial University began busy preparations on December 28, and the same was true for Song Yuanchao and his class. Since Class 1 of the Economics Department of 1979 had two programs to prepare, class monitor Cheng Mengshan finally selected two from the several prepared programs, one of which was a crosstalk by Secretary Yang Zhengqing and Sun Yaoliang.
Yang Zhengqing has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is tall and strong, while Sun Yaoliang is short and has a mean face. When they stand together, they are naturally funny. In addition, Yang Zhengqing is good at clapper talk, and Sun Yaoliang is eloquent. After rehearsal, the two of them teased and praised each other, and their serious nonsense made the students laugh, so this program was quickly confirmed.
As for the other program, it finally fell to Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao played the accordion very well, and his voice, although not very professional, was also good, which won warm applause from everyone during the rehearsal. In the end, the classmates voted for Song Yuanchao with most of the votes. Song Yuanchao had no choice but to accept this arduous task reluctantly.
As the evening party time approached, Song Yuanchao would go to rehearsal almost every day, playing the accordion for an hour to further familiarize himself with and recover his skills.
It was the same today. After class, Song Yuanchao went to the small auditorium for rehearsal. He played a cheerful tune with the accordion on his back. After he adjusted himself, a melodious tune rang out as his hands opened and closed. At the same time, a low singing voice accompanied the tune.
"Why are the flowers so red? Why are they so red? Oh... the red color looks like burning fire, and it symbolizes pure friendship and love..."
A song "Why Are the Flowers So Red" echoed in the small auditorium. Song Yuanchao did not have a natural good voice, but his song made people feel the sincerity and emotion in the lyrics. In addition, Song Yuanchao's voice was low and slightly hoarse, which made people immersed in the song.
A few minutes later, as the last note fell, there was silence in the small auditorium, followed by thunderous applause.
“You sang so well!”
"It's played well, and the singing is so good, I almost thought I was listening to the original version."
"You're wrong. I think it's better than the original. I didn't like this singing style at first, but the more I listened, the more I liked it. By the way, who is this classmate?"
"You don't even know him? This is Song Yuanchao from the Class 1, Department of Economics, Class 79. Do you know Lin Yan from the Class 77? He is Lin Yan's boyfriend!"
"That's him! I heard that he was in the limelight on the day of his report. Is that true?"
"Of course, I was there that day. I'm telling you in secret, don't tell anyone else, that day..."
Several female classmates strayed from the topic while chatting, and immediately gathered together to gossip. On the stage, Song Yuanchao had already taken down the accordion, checked the condition of the accordion, and then returned it to the instructor.
"Yuanchao, you sang well!" Counselor Teacher Shen said to Song Yuanchao with a smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Shen. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"Wait a minute, Yuan Chao." Teacher Shen suddenly remembered something and called out to Song Yuan Chao: "Are you going to sing this song at the party?"
"Teacher Shen, is there something wrong with this song?" Song Yuanchao was stunned.
"No problem, it's indeed a good song, but I personally think that this song is not quite suitable for the party. Think about it, our party is a New Year's Eve party, it's to bid farewell to the old 70s and welcome the arrival of the new 80s, so I personally think you should perform a more cheerful and positive song."
Teacher Shen smiled and suggested this to Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao thought about it and nodded: "You are right. Let me go back and think about it and see if there is any suitable song."
"Okay, then you go back and think about it carefully." Teacher Shen was very happy to see that Song Yuanchao was so willing to follow his advice. After saying goodbye to Teacher Shen, Song Yuanchao walked down the stage. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Luo Yang waiting for him not far away.
"Great singer, you sing really well!" Seeing Song Yuanchao , Luo Yang gave him a thumbs up.
Song Yuanchao laughed and scolded, "You're still a singer? I'm just a phony. I've made a mistake and will regret it forever. If it weren't for my old class, why would I join in the fun? By the way, why are you here today? Aren't you going to Dazhalan?"
"There's nothing going on over in Dazhalan. Everything is basically stable now." Luo Yang replied. Then he looked around and winked at Song Yuanchao. Song Yuanchao understood and nodded slightly. After leaving the small auditorium, the two went directly to the dormitory building.
In the afternoon, no one in Song Yuanchao's dormitory was there. He opened the door and called Luo Yang in. After Luo Yang came in, Song Yuanchao closed the door, and the two of them sat near the window.
The dormitory was heated and very comfortable. Song Yuanchao poured a glass of water for Luo Yang. He put the glass down and took the cigarette from Luo Yang. After they lit it, Luo Yang said, "The goods I ordered last time have arrived. Thank you very much for this."
"That's good that the goods have arrived. No need to thank me. How is the business now?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.
"Not bad." Luo Yang said, "Sales have dropped to around 600 per day, but overall it's still good."
"This is normal." Song Yuanchao nodded. No matter how big the market is, it has its limits. Moreover, the current market opening is only in the early stages. After the initial hot sales, a partial decline in the market is inevitable. Moreover, Luo Yang and his team are not only doing retail but also partial wholesale. Wholesale sales will inevitably lead to the emergence of similar sales channels in the entire Yanjing market, thus forming a product diversion.
Apart from this reason, Luo Yang is not the only one making fake collars in the Yanjing market. With the popularity of fake collars in Dashilan, many people who have smelled business opportunities have also entered this industry.
Although the fake collars sold by many people are not from Shanghai, but produced in Tianjin or other places, and these fake collars are slightly inferior in fabric and craftsmanship compared to those from Shanghai, they are sold slightly cheaper than those from Luoyang, so they also take away many potential customers from Luoyang.
Luo Yang came to Song Yuanchao today to ask about the solution to this problem. Song Yuanchao paused and said, "This problem is inevitable. You are also an economics student, so you should know that capital pursues profit. When the market is open and the monopoly is broken, capital will inevitably recover. The pursuit of profit is the nature of capital. In fact, you asked me this question just now for the same purpose, right?"
Luo Yang was stunned for a moment, then he thought about it and laughed. It was indeed true that Song Yuanchao was right. He had not thought of this before.
"To be frank, fake collars are not high-tech products. The production process is much simpler than that of shirts. Not to mention some manufacturers, even family workshops can make them. The only difference is the quality."
After taking a puff of cigarette, Song Yuanchao continued, "Besides, you can't restrict others from selling while you can sell it yourself, right? When a hot-selling product appears in the market, it will inevitably attract followers of similar products. It has been more than a month since you started selling it, so it is not surprising that a competing product has only appeared now. It would be strange if there was no competing product."
