Chapter 783 Chase
"Brother, how much does it cost? I'm not sure." Li Xiaoyun on the side suddenly said this.
Li Daqi thought for a moment and said to Li Xiaoyun, "Every place is slightly different. Let me take Yangcheng as an example. The purchase fee and network access fee are currently about 1,500 yuan, the account opening fee is 50 yuan, and there is also a number selection fee that seems to be 30 or 50 yuan? In addition, the monthly service fee is 30 yuan. So, it will cost at least 1,600 yuan to buy a pager."
"There is a key point. The monthly rental service fee has to be paid every month. 30 yuan is not a small amount for ordinary people. You have to know that a few years ago, the average person's monthly salary was only about 30 yuan. Who can afford it?"
"This is really expensive!" Li Xiaoyun had never used this thing before, but she thought it was expensive. After thinking for a while, she asked again, "Are the purchase fee and the network fee combined? How are they calculated separately?"
"If you bring your phone with you, the internet access fee alone is about 700 yuan, and the rest is the cost of the phone. The standards vary from place to place, some are high, some are low, but they are roughly the same."
"What about the purchase price of the machine alone? Is your quotation the price of the paging station?"
"It's the price of the paging station. In fact, the network access fee is shared with the postal and telecommunications department, and the paging station only takes half of the proportion. However, most of the monthly service fees are collected by the paging station, and the postal and telecommunications department basically does not take much of this. As for the purchase price of the machine, I'm not very clear about this, but I don't think it will be cheap. Don't forget that our Shenghua's own production costs are placed there. This is still a digital display. Once it is equipped with a Chinese display, it will be more expensive."
After listening to Li Daqi's explanation, Li Xiaoyun finally understood. For a moment, she had the same , thinking that the price of pagers was too outrageous and that this market might not be suitable for the domestic market.
Song Yuanchao didn't care at all. It was normal for them to have such thoughts, and there was nothing wrong with the way they thought about the problem.
But they overlooked one thing, which is the speed of economic growth and the potential of domestic consumption.
A few years ago, who could have imagined the current economic situation? You know, when Song Yuanchao just came back from the Northwest, his clothes and pants were all patched up. Li Daqi was not much better off. He didn't have a single brand new piece of clothing on his body. His clothes were the kind that were new for three years, old for three years, and patched up for another three years.
But how many years have passed? People's living standards have changed dramatically. Now, except for some inland and remote areas, people's faces are less pale and their mental outlook has also been greatly improved.
As for clothing, there is no need to mention it. At least in big cities, people wearing patched clothes are very rare. Everyone has money in their pockets and the living standards are different from before.
Society is progressing, the economy is developing, and income is increasing.
This change is visible to the naked eye. A few years ago, buying a TV set would have required a sensation on the entire street. Now, although it cannot be said that every household in big cities has a TV set, the proportion of households owning a TV set is increasing, and it is no longer a rare thing.
The most important thing is that Song Yuanchao knows the future development of the pager market better than anyone else. He will never miss this opportunity. This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for himself and Shenghua, so he must grasp it no matter what.
Anyway, there is still plenty of time and this matter is not urgent. Song Yuanchao has plenty of time to make good plans.
Since Song Yuanchao made this decision, Li Daqi no longer objected, but he still believed that the current opportunities in the domestic market were not mature, and that the overseas market also needed suitable personnel to take charge. This view coincided with Song Yuanchao's.
Li Daqi sat in Li Xiaoyun's ward for half an hour. Seeing that it was almost time for Zheng Li, he stood up and went over there first.
Song Yuanchao did not follow them and continued to chat with Li Xiaoyun. The girl was bored these days. Luo Yang had been busy with company matters these days and had no time to come over during the day. He could only come over to accompany her for a while after work. Today, Song Yuanchao came just in time for her to complain to him.
After asking about Lin Yan and the child, Song Yuanchao told Li Xiaoyun something with a smile. Li Xiaoyun was very moved and said that she did not plan to stay in Hong Kong for long after giving birth and would go back to Shanghai.
Although Hong Kong is nice, Li Xiaoyun thinks it is far less comfortable than Shanghai, or even Beijing.
"By the way, Brother Yuanchao, how about I stay at your house with my kids for a while after I return to Shanghai? I can keep Sister Yanzi company."
"Okay! You can stay as long as you want. It's a good chance for you to help me keep Yan Zi company." Song Yuanchao agreed without hesitation with a laugh. He had no idea what this girl was thinking. Didn't she just love being lively?
"Oh, I really want to go back earlier. I'm almost suffocated..." Touching her belly, Li Xiaoyun sighed again and blamed Luo Yang, saying that it was all Luo Yang's fault. If it weren't for him, how could he suffer like this?
Hearing her say this, Song Yuanchao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of words is this? Having a baby is a matter between a husband and wife, why blame Luo Yang? However, Song Yuanchao had experienced the divergent thinking of pregnant women, and had sufficient experience. He just smiled and nodded in agreement with Li Xiaoyun.
After chatting with Li Xiaoyun about all sorts of things for a while, Song Yuanchao saw that she looked a little tired so he asked her to take a nap. After she fell asleep quickly, Song Yuanchao got up and quietly left the ward and returned to Zheng Li.
Zheng Li also went to bed, having just fed her baby and changed her diaper , and was also sleeping soundly. Uncle Li and his wife had long since replaced Li Daqi's position and were sitting by the bed, happily watching the sleeping child. As for their own daughter, Li Xiaoyun, they had probably forgotten about her for the time being.
Song Yuanchao did not go in either. He gestured to Li Daqi inside through the window at the door, indicating that he would leave first.
Li Daqi nodded at him and made a gesture, and Song Yuanchao indicated that he understood.
When we left the hospital, it was still early, it was only afternoon.
It’s a bit early to go back at this time , and a bit late to go to Shenghua headquarters.
After thinking about it, Song Yuanchao asked the driver who had been waiting in the parking lot to leave on his own, and he planned to walk around for a while.
I have been in Hong Kong for quite a while, but I have never really visited Hong Kong in this era. Since I have nothing to do today, Song Yuanchao plans to take a walk and have dinner outside.
The Hong Kong of this era is actually not much different from the Hong Kong in the memories of later generations. Except for some new buildings and facilities that have not yet been built, most of the appearance is not much different.
Song Yuanchao strolled casually on the street, sometimes stopping to walk into a roadside shop to look at the things inside, and buying something if he saw something interesting and suitable.
Before he knew it, he had walked to the vicinity of Causeway Bay. When he turned the corner in front of him, he saw a small stall selling chicken wings on the street. The business seemed to be very good. There were several people eating with disposable bowls nearby. He felt a little greedy for a moment, so he went up to buy a bowl and started eating aside.
Shark's fin soup is a special snack in Hong Kong. It is not real shark's fin soup, but something imitating shark's fin soup made by thickening with vermicelli and starch, adding broth and other seasonings. Therefore, this snack is also known as "the poor man's shark's fin soup" because the taste is similar to the real shark's fin soup and is very popular among ordinary people.
Song Yuanchao, like the other customers around him, slurped and savored the delicious food.
I was eating with gusto when I suddenly heard a shout. Suddenly, the surrounding crowd surged. Several vendors packed up their stalls in a flash, not even caring about their business, and ran away with their carts. The same thing happened to those vendors who sold small commodities directly on the street. They simply rolled up the plastic sheet on the ground with the commodities on display, picked up the sheet with both hands and ran in one direction.
Song Yuanchao was stunned, and before he could react, three hawker carts rushed past him, one of which was the hawker cart where he had just bought the chicken wings. The speed was so fast that it left an afterimage. Fortunately, Song Yuanchao reacted quickly and dodged to the left with the chicken wings in his hand, so he was almost not hit.
"Get out of the street!" In the chaos, some people were cursing, some were dodging in panic, and more vendors were running away one after another. In the distance, police officers in military uniforms could be vaguely seen chasing in that direction.
"Fuck! What a big scene!"
It was the first time that Song Yuanchao saw Hong Kong police chasing street vendors. He had only seen such scenes in some Hong Kong film and television productions, but this was the first time he had experienced it in his two lifetimes.
Compared to other Hong Kong citizens who avoided the scene, Song Yuanchao was very interested in it. He did not run away immediately, but stood there and watched the scene.
Several vendors ran by like the wind, and then I saw a vendor with short hair holding a large plastic bag in his hand. Because he rolled it up in a hurry, some odds and ends fell to the ground from the bag as he ran. But he didn't care about that. He looked back in panic, and seeing that the Sir behind him was chasing him closely, he quickened his pace.
Song Yuanchao didn't pay attention at first, his eyes just glanced at him casually, but after just passing by the young man, he suddenly reacted and quickly shifted his gaze to the young man's face.
At this time, the young man had already run in front of Song Yuanchao, and his face allowed Song Yuanchao to see it more clearly.
"It's him?" Song Yuanchao had already confirmed who this young man was. When he thought about the legends of his previous life and the facts of the present, he realized that the rumors were actually true.
Liang Jiahui, this name can be said to be very famous in later generations, and in fact, many people still know it now.
In the recently released "The Burning of the Old Summer Palace" and "The Last Emperor", Liang Jiahui played the role of Emperor Xianfeng and achieved success, thus winning the title of Best Actor.
But unexpectedly, it was said that because these two films were shot in mainland China, Liang Jiahui was banned in the Taiwan Strait. Unable to continue making movies, he could only make a living as a hawker. According to later rumors, he set up a street stall in Causeway Bay, and it turned out to be true.
Looking at Liang Jiahui, who was running away with his bag in panic and humiliation, and then thinking about his appearance on the big screen, Song Yuanchao felt both amused and sad.
It was not known whether it was because there were too many people or because he was just unlucky, but the two policemen behind Liang Jiahui were chasing him very closely. Song Yuanchao frowned slightly, ate the bowl of chicken wings in his hand while walking, and stepped directly into the gap that Liang Jiahui had just run through, just in time to block the way in front of the policemen who were chasing him.
