Chapter 16 Xiao Haozi
It was noon when Song Yuanchao returned to his home in Shanghai. As soon as he entered the alley, he ran into Zhang's mother, who was sitting outside in the sun with little Pingping, at the door of her house.
"Mother, I'm back."
"Have you been to Gusu?" Zhang's mother asked. Song Yuanchao said he had, and then took out the snacks he bought in Gusu from his schoolbag: "I brought some snacks for you, sesame cakes and square cakes, they are all delicious."
Zhang's mother took it with a smile, and seeing little Pingping looking at her eagerly, she opened the paper package and took out a piece of square cake for her. Little Pingping took it and couldn't wait to take a bite, and her big eyes suddenly turned into crescent moons with a smile.
"Thank you, brother." Xiao Pingping did not forget to say thank you while eating. Song Yuanchao smiled, touched her head and said you're welcome, as long as she likes it, brother will buy her more in the future.
"Aid to North Korea, just buy a little more in the future, don't spend money lavishly, you have to be thrifty in your life, okay? "
"I understand, mother. Don't worry." Song Yuanchao felt warm in his heart, feeling the care and concern of mother Zhang for him.
Mother Zhang asked Song Yuanchao if he had eaten lunch. If he hadn't, there was some food at her house for him to have a quick meal. Song Yuanchao smiled and said he had already eaten. They chatted for a while at the door before returning home.
After returning home, Song Yuanchao packed his things first, washed his face, walked to the desk by the window and sat down, took out paper and pen from the drawer and started writing and drawing.
Originally, according to Song Yuanchao's idea, he planned to work in the school-run factory after his household registration was settled, and then start his own plan in the school-run factory.
But man proposes, God disposes. Yesterday, the Gusu group happened to meet Jiang Dongliang and his group. Through this incident, Song Yuanchao discovered a business opportunity.
It is true that this batch of sleeves from Liangxi Plastic Factory are waste, but waste also has its value. In the eyes of others, such waste is useless, but in the eyes of Song Yuanchao, this batch of sleeves are extremely valuable treasures.
In fact, when they were in the hotel, Song Yuanchao was confident that he could help the other party dispose of the batch of tubes, but Song Yuanchao did not do so.
Song Yuanchao is not a pushover, and Jiang Dongliang and Wei Xuejun are not his relatives or friends. There is no need for him to spend time and energy to instruct them for no reason.
There is no future for being a pushover in this society, and those nice people are often the ones who suffer in interpersonal relationships. Song Yuanchao saw this clearly in his nearly seventy years of life in his previous life, so he would not help the other party solve the problem without any benefit.
In later generations, a good plan or program is synonymous with wealth. Exchange of interests is a very common situation and is also a business model.
But this kind of situation is impossible in this era, so Song Yuanchao plays hard to get. He first pretends to speak out of turn, and then deliberately refuses, step by step making Jiang Dongliang achieve the result he wants according to his wishes.
This method is very subtle and requires Jiang Dongliang to actively cooperate. If Jiang Dongliang can understand the signal sent by Song Yuanchao, then the matter will be settled. According to Song Yuanchao's judgment, Jiang Dongliang should understand it after working in supply and marketing for so many years, and the final facts also proved his judgment.
If Jiang Dongliang, like Wei Xuejun, didn't understand Song Yuanchao's hint or pretended to be stupid, then Song Yuanchao would never say another word and the matter would have been left unresolved.
Because even if he couldn't do it, Song Yuanchao would never put himself in an unfavorable situation. Now this result is the best. Jiang Dongliang not only understood what Song Yuanchao meant, but also cleverly continued the conversation.
90 rolls of casing, this is not a small number, not to mention that Song Yuanchao needs to pay 160 yuan. Considering Song Yuanchao's current financial situation, this amount of money is almost half of his property.
But Song Yuanchao was not worried, because he actually got a great deal in this deal, especially the last sentence where Song Yuanchao specifically asked Jiang Dongliang whether he could issue an invoice. The most important thing was that once the money was paid and the invoice was issued, the transaction would be completely legal and no one would be able to find fault with it afterwards.
Song Yuanchao spent some time to come up with a blueprint. The blueprint showed a thing that looked like a table, but it was a little different from an ordinary table. There were several protrusions fixed on it, one above and one below the table top, and there was a slot designed between two of them.
Song Yuanchao carefully marked the dimensions of each component on it. After finishing everything, Song Yuanchao checked it and nodded with satisfaction after making sure there were no problems.
After finishing the drawings, Song Yuanchao took out some sheets of writing paper and started writing a letter. In fact, he had planned to write it on the day he returned, but he had been busy in the past few days and only had time now.
He first wrote two letters, which were sent to Andong and Jinling respectively. After finishing these two letters, Song Yuanchao continued to write the third letter. However, compared with the first two letters, Song Yuanchao stopped writing after writing the beginning of this letter. His eyes gradually moved away from the letter paper and he looked quietly out the window, as if he was looking into the distance, or recalling something.
After a long while, a smile appeared on Song Yuanchao's face. He retracted his gaze, picked up the pen again and began to write on the letter. It took him longer to write this letter than the previous two letters combined. After finally writing the seven words "Best regards, Song Yuanchao", Song Yuanchao put down the pen.
Song Yuanchao put the three letters into envelopes one by one and wrote the address and recipient on them neatly. Then he left home with the letters and went straight to the nearby post office. He bought stamps and put them on the stamps. Then he put the three letters into the mailbox. Song Yuanchao felt as if he had accomplished something extremely important and felt a lot more relaxed.
Coming out of the post office, Song Yuanchao walked home leisurely. Before he reached the alley, he heard the urgent sound of a bicycle bell behind him.
"Aid North Korea!"
"uncle!"
Song Yuanchao thought that the path he was walking on blocked the way for other people's bicycles, so he deliberately moved to the sidewalk. However, as soon as he took a step, Zhang Jianguo's voice rang out behind him.
Looking back, I saw Zhang Jianguo riding a bicycle, and on the backpack rack of the bicycle sat a chubby little boy with a red scarf and a schoolbag on his back.
Song Yuanchao was immediately happy when he saw this little guy. This little boy was sitting restlessly on the bicycle, twisting his body here and there, and tilting his head to look at him with curiosity. Isn’t he Zhang Hao, the son of Zhang Jianguo?
"Just got off work? This is Xiao Haozi, right?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.
Zhang Jianguo nodded and pointed at Zhang Hao who was sitting in the back and said, "You haven't had time to see this brat since you came back these few days, right? He was still breastfeeding when you left, and look at him, he's grown this big in the blink of an eye."
As he said that, Zhang Jianguo patted the restless Zhang Hao and said, "Call for help! This is your brother Yuan Chao, who held you in his arms when you were a child."
Zhang Hao looked at Song Yuanchao with his big black eyes, and called him Brother Yuanchao with a grin. Then he asked curiously, "Brother Yuanchao, my dad said that you were even more naughty than me when you were a kid. You climbed trees to touch birds, went to rivers to catch fish, and did everything. You even used a slingshot to break other people's glass, right?"
"You little brat, how can you talk like that!" Zhang Jianguo's old face suddenly turned red. On the day Song Yuanchao came back, Zhang Jianguo was chatting about the past with his mother and wife at home, and inadvertently mentioned the embarrassing things that Song Yuanchao had done in the past.
Originally these words were spoken by the adults in private, but who would have thought that Zhang Hao secretly overheard them? What was even more unexpected was that as soon as they met today, Zhang Hao asked directly in front of his father.
Song Yuanchao was also stunned when he heard this, and for a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"That's right. I used a slingshot to shoot at someone's window. It was No. 9's house in the alley. The window was shattered. The man at No. 9 was so angry that he ran out to catch me, but I ran as fast as I could... I ran so fast that they couldn't catch up with me at all..."
Song Yuanchao did not deny it and directly admitted it with a smile. However, seeing Zhang Hao's excited look, he deliberately said, "It felt great when we did it, but the consequences were not good. Later, he came to our house to complain. Afterwards, he was almost beaten to death by my father. He ate this barbecued bamboo shoot for several meals in a row. He beat me so hard that I couldn't get out of bed for several days. Xiao Haozi, what's the matter? Do you want to learn from your brother and taste this barbecued bamboo shoot?"
Zhang Hao was listening to Song Yuanchao's bragging with great interest, his eyes sparkling, his face full of excitement and eagerness to try . But when he heard the last part, a trace of panic suddenly flashed in his eyes. What? Bamboo shoots and barbecue? It's not like Zhang Hao hasn't eaten this dish before. All the kids who have eaten it don't want to eat it again. He doesn't want his butt to be beaten by his dad.
