Chapter 68 Warning
Time passed quickly and it was noon of the third day. Zhang Yong took a few people on a tricycle to the factory to pick up the goods. The following days were still the same as usual. However, due to time constraints, Song Yuanchao began to gradually control the number of prints. After all, the large-scale shipments in the early stage had reached their peak, and the number would gradually decrease. After another week, Song Yuanchao would stop.
Zhang Yong was indeed honest. Less than four days after the first batch of goods was taken away, Zhang Yong came back and not only paid the balance, but also continued to place an order for a total of 6,000 copies from Song Yuanchao.
This amount was double the last time. Zhang Yong and Song Yuanchao admitted that they couldn't pay him the full amount just like before. They continued to hold on to the two large yellow croakers. Zhang Yong paid Song Yuanchao a deposit of 5,000 yuan first. This time Song Yuanchao agreed readily and also asked him to come and pick it up in two days.
Two days later, Zhang Yong came again with his men as scheduled. Song Yuanchao's side had already made preparations. After the number of both sides was counted, Zhang Yong waved his hand and the people he brought started to move the things.
"Let's go outside and have a cigarette."
Perhaps it was because of the basis for cooperation, or perhaps it was because of the profit from the previous transaction, Zhang Yong was much more friendly to Song Yuanchao than when they first met. He took out a bag of peonies from his pocket and said to Song Yuanchao.
The two men walked out of the factory and came to the side outside the factory gate, where they lit cigarettes for each other.
"How long do you plan to continue this business?" Zhang Yong asked after taking a puff of cigarette.
"We're already finishing up these days. We'll probably have to work for another three to five days at most." Song Yuanchao flicked the ash off his cigarette and asked, "Do you need more goods later? If you do, you better tell me sooner."
Zhang Yong thought about it and shook his head: "It's almost time. There's not much time left before the college entrance examination. If we sell this batch of goods and then take them again, we will end up with a pile of them. It's better to be safe."
Song Yuanchao secretly praised Zhang Yong. This guy is a wise man, and more importantly, he has a clear mind. If nothing unexpected happens, he will have a long way to go in the future. But Song Yuanchao had never heard of such a person. There was a business tycoon with the same name in later generations, but he was completely different from Zhang Yong in front of him.
"That's good. It's safest to do business steadily." Song Yuanchao echoed, and then the two of them chatted casually, just talking about their past experiences as educated youth. When they finished the second cigarette, the people brought by Zhang Yong shouted from afar, saying that the things had been packed and they could leave.
Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, Zhang Yong stamped it out with his foot and patted Song Yuanchao on the shoulder: "Okay, I'm leaving first. Thank you very much today. I'll come back to settle the bill in a few days."
"Okay, be careful on your journey." Song Yuanchao nodded with a smile.
Zhang Yong turned and walked towards the loaded tricycle, but after two steps he stopped, turned around and walked towards Song Yuanchao again.
"Oh, by the way, let me remind you of something."
Song Yuanchao looked at him puzzledly.
Zhang Yong said, "Do you know this guy Wang Jianjun? I heard he worked for you before?"
Song Yuanchao's face darkened slightly, but he said nothing.
"I have reliable information that this guy is secretly writing a letter of denunciation against you. As for the content of the report, I don't know, but one thing is for sure, it's definitely not a good thing. You are a good and loyal person, so it's OK if I don't know about it. Since I know about it, I'll let you know in private. You better be careful."
After saying that, Zhang Yong turned around and left. A moment later, he and a few of his men disappeared at the intersection .
After Zhang Yong left, Song Yuanchao did not return to the workshop immediately. He stood outside the factory gate with a frown on his face.
It has been quite some time since Wang Jianjun’s last incident. Song Yuanchao originally thought that the matter was over, but who would have thought that this guy still wouldn’t give up and even wanted to take revenge on him secretly.
In fact, Song Yuanchao could not have concealed the fact that he was engaged in the business of college entrance examination review materials. Even Zhang Yong could find out from other places that this business was started by Song Yuanchao, so Wang Jianjun could do the same.
After all, Wang Jianjun was one of the earliest members of Song Yuanchao's team when they were making clothes hangers. Although they later broke up, Wang Jianjun still kept in touch with those educated youth who had made clothes hangers.
This time, Song Yuanchao asked Gu Jie to spread the news in his original circle to wholesale the materials to the educated youth and let them sell them themselves. Wang Jianjun would definitely get the news from other places. Who would have thought of making such a thing happen now?
Write a letter of complaint? It seems that Wang Jianjun is a little smart. He learned from the last lesson and knew that if he went directly to the police station to report, the police would not pay any attention to him, so he changed his strategy.
Although Song Yuanchao tried his best to clear himself from the incident from the beginning, and involved No. 2 Middle School and the school-run factory, anyone with a discerning eye could still tell Song Yuanchao's role in the matter. Wang Jianjun's revenge on Song Yuanchao in this way could not but make Song Yuanchao extremely vigilant.
A stamp costs eight cents, and it will disgust you for at least half a year.
This jingle was very popular in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Relevant departments attached great importance to such letters of complaint. Even if there was no problem with you, it would take them half a year to come to a conclusion.
What's more, if there is a real investigation, Song Yuanchao will not be able to withstand it. It's okay if this kind of thing is not made public, but once it is made public and someone casually accuses you, Song Yuanchao will be in big trouble.
Thinking of this, Song Yuanchao felt a sense of crisis coming. Without saying a word, he hurried towards the factory and went straight to Director Ma's office.
"master."
"Your nose is like a dog's? You come here just after I brewed this delicious tea?" In the office, Director Ma was in a good mood and was brewing a cup of tea. This was the Mingqian Longjing tea that his old comrade-in-arms had just given him two days ago. When Song Yuanchao came in, Director Ma was holding the teacup and smelling the tea intoxicatedly. When he heard the voice, he looked up and saw that it was Song Yuanchao who came and laughed and scolded.
"Hey, this tea is good. Give me some." Song Yuanchao was not polite and directly took an empty teacup from the side and handed it to Director Ma. Director Ma glared at him, then helplessly opened the drawer and took out a paper bag from it.
He opened the paper bag, pinched some tea leaves with two fingers, thought for a while and seemed to think that there were too many, so he put two pieces back and then put them in Song Yuanchao's teacup.
"Is that all? Master, you are too stingy." Song Yuanchao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he saw this.
"Are you not satisfied with all this? It's 20 yuan per two taels. This is good tea. I have to save it for myself if you only give me this little bit. You don't usually drink tea, so just taste it." Director Ma put the paper bag of tea leaves back into the drawer as if he was hiding a treasure, and even locked the drawer. His "miser" attitude made Song Yuanchao laugh even more.
You know what, this tea is really good. Song Yuanchao doesn't drink tea normally now, but he has been drinking it since he was 40 years old. He has been drinking tea for nearly 30 years. What kind of tea has he not tried?
Director Ma's pre-rain Longjing tea is of the highest quality. In later generations, it is unlikely that you can buy such a high-quality tea at even several thousand yuan, let alone 20 yuan per tael.
Smelling the refreshing tea fragrance, Song Yuanchao became much calmer because of Wang Jianjun's bad mood just now, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
After taking a sip of tea, Song Yuanchao praised the tea and said it was really good, which made Director Ma, who loved tea, even more proud.
Director Ma used the tea to brag about the past when the comrade who gave him the tea shared the story of how they had served in the army together. He talked for a long time with great interest and even smoked two cigarettes.
"By the way, do you have something to talk to me about?" Director Ma talked for a long time before he remembered Song Yuanchao.
"Yes, something happened." Song Yuanchao said, "The printing workshop will be shut down in the next few days. Let me tell you."
Director Ma was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
In fact, Song Yuanchao had already greeted Director Ma before, but Director Ma did not expect him to come so soon.
The factory is working on these things very enthusiastically these days, and it has brought huge benefits to both the factory and the school.
Firstly, there was the processing fee that was agreed upon at the beginning. According to the processing fee and the printing quantity, the factory could make a profit of five cents per copy.
This five cents is still the small part, the key lies in the big part at the back.
According to the previous agreement, No. 2 Middle School would print the words of No. 2 Middle School on the back of the materials, and then recommend them to other schools within the education system. Song Yuanchao finally gave the schools and factories an additional 2 cents profit for each copy sold.
These two pieces add up to 0.25 yuan. Although it doesn't seem like much, you have to know that from the beginning to now, the factory has printed nearly 40,000 copies of materials. Based on this number, the total profit obtained by No. 2 Middle School and the factory has reached a huge profit of 10,000 yuan.
This is an absolutely huge sum of money. You should know that the annual profit of the entire school-run factory was less than 60,000 yuan. Excluding the factory's wages, benefits, equipment maintenance, water and electricity, and other daily expenses, as well as the part paid to the school, the money left in the factory has never exceeded 3,000 yuan.
And now the factory has earned this profit in just one month. If it is like this every month, then Director Ma will no longer have to worry about the factory's wages, bonuses, and benefits.
Of course, half of the money has to be given to the school, but this is enough! Unfortunately, Director Ma also knows that the key to the prosperity of this business is the coming of this year's college entrance examination. When the college entrance examination is getting closer, this business will naturally stop.
