Chapter 82 Congratulations
A few days later, Song Yuanchao was packing his luggage at home.
Just like when he went to the countryside to work, Song Yuanchao once again had to leave his hometown and go to a strange place.
The difference is that this time he is not going to the northwest to repair the earth, but to study at the highest institution of learning in the country - Imperial University of Peking. Another difference is that it was his parents who packed his luggage back then, but this time it was Song Yuanchao himself.
The clothes and daily necessities were neatly put into the box. It was a very old leather suitcase, which was used by my father Song Guangzeng when he was young. Although it was old, the quality was very good and it can still be used intact until now.
As he was packing his luggage, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but think of the scene when he went to his parents' grave the day before. He didn't know when he would come back this time, and how could he not tell his parents about the good news of being admitted to the university? So Song Yuanchao went to the cemetery in Gusu early, sat in front of his parents' graves for a long time, and said a lot of things to his parents.
Song Yuanchao picked up the photo frame of himself and his parents from the desk, gently wiped the thin layer of dust on the glass with his hand, took a deep look at his parents in the frame, and carefully put the frame into the box.
Then, he picked up the photo frame containing the photos of himself, Qin Zhengguo, Lin Yan and Ying Caixia. Looking at Lin Yan in the photo, a smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth. He was about to go to Imperial University and fulfill the promise he made to Lin Yan. Song Yuanchao imagined what kind of expression Lin Yan would have when she saw him appear in front of her.
Song Yuanchao has not told Lin Yan about his admission to university. He plans to give her an unexpected surprise after he arrives in Yanjing and Imperial University of Peking.
Just as Song Yuanchao was immersed in the fantasy of meeting Lin Yan soon, he suddenly heard a voice calling him downstairs. Song Yuanchao was stunned, turned around and answered, then quickly put the photo frame into the box, closed the lid and turned to go downstairs.
"How did you come?"
When I got downstairs, I saw that the person standing outside the door was Zhang Yong.
"Why can't I come? Are you not welcome?" Zhang Yong asked Song Yuanchao with a smile, and handed Song Yuanchao: "I just came back from Hangzhou and heard that you were admitted to the Imperial University of Peking. I have to come to such a big event. I want to congratulate you on passing the college entrance examination and hope you have a bright future!"
Looking at the things handed over, they were nothing more than some specialties of Hangzhou. Although they were not worth much, they were a token of Zhang Yong's love. Song Yuanchao was not a pretentious person, so he immediately accepted them and said thank you.
"Would you like to invite me upstairs to have a drink of water?" Zhang Yong asked with a smile.
These words made Song Yuanchao burst into laughter. He opened the door and invited Zhang Yong in. After a while, the two of them sat down in Song Yuanchao's room.
Seeing that the luggage was half packed in the room, Zhang Yong said a little embarrassedly: "I didn't know you were packing. I hope I didn't disturb you by coming here suddenly?"
"No, no, just a simple tidying up." Song Yuanchao poured a glass of water for Zhang Yong, placed the glass in front of Zhang Yong and sat down, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him.
"When are you planning to leave?" Taking the cigarette, Zhang Yong struck a match to help Song Yuanchao light it, then lit it for himself and took a puff before asking.
"The train the morning after tomorrow ."
"I know someone at the train station. Do you want help buying tickets?"
"Thanks, it's been arranged. The principal at the school helped."
Zhang Yong smiled and nodded: "That's good. It's much more convenient to have the school come forward than on my side."
Song Yuanchao did not respond to this, but just smiled faintly.
Looking at Song Yuanchao, Zhang Yong suddenly sighed: "I thought I could continue to cooperate with you, but who would have thought that you would go to take the college entrance examination and be admitted to the Imperial University of Peking..."
At this point, Zhang Yong smiled and shook his head.
Although Zhang Yong never thought about going to college, he still admired Song Yuanchao for being able to get into such a good university as a person of the same age as him. In addition, Zhang Yong had a good impression of Song Yuanchao He felt that Song Yuanchao was a friend worth making and the only person he recognized in recent years.
Just as Zhang Yong said, Zhang Yong originally planned to wait until the Wang Jianjun incident was over before looking for an opportunity to cooperate with Song Yuanchao. Zhang Yong trusted Song Yuanchao both in terms of intelligence and his character.
Zhang Yong, who has always been proud, rarely looks down on others, but Song Yuanchao is one of them.
"There is always a chance for cooperation. Besides, I'm going to school and Li Daqi is still in the factory. He will take over my job after I leave. If you have any needs in the previous aspects, you can contact him directly." Song Yuanchao said with a smile.
Zhang Yong nodded but didn't say anything. Song Yuanchao could see that he didn't seem very interested in this, perhaps because he was not there, or maybe it was for some other reason.
In the previous cooperation, Zhang Yong never mentioned whether all the information he bought was sold, but judging from his expression, the result should be very satisfactory.
Zhang Yong took away two batches of information from Song Yuanchao. The first batch was 3,000 volumes, and the second batch was 6,000 volumes. The two batches together totaled 9,000 volumes.
The price Song Yuanchao gave him was 3.65 yuan. If it was sold at 5 yuan, the profit per copy would be 1.35 yuan.
Of course, Zhang Yong sold these things relying on his connections. Because of the need to make concessions and make arrangements with the channels, Song Yuanchao estimated that the profit Zhang Yong made was only about 1 yuan per book.
But this is not bad. In less than half a month, Zhang Yong was able to earn nearly 10,000 yuan, which was an absolutely huge sum of money in that era.
"What are your plans next?" Song Yuanchao could see what Zhang Yong was thinking. After what happened before, Zhang Yong seemed to no longer care about those petty fights. Although the two had met only a few times including today, Song Yuanchao had a high opinion of Zhang Yong since the first time they met. Moreover, he and Zhang Yong had similar temperaments. Although they were not good friends like Li Daqi, they had some feeling of mutual appreciation.
In the matter of Wang Jianjun, Song Yuanchao owed Zhang Yong a favor. Today, Zhang Yong came to congratulate him specially. From this point of view, Song Yuanchao is still very grateful to Zhang Yong.
It was also because of this that Song Yuanchao specifically asked Zhang Yong to see if they could establish a good relationship or something. In Song Yuanchao's opinion, people like Zhang Yong would have a bright future if nothing unexpected happened.
Looking at the smoke rising from his hand, Zhang Yong suddenly said, "I've been thinking about it these past few days and I plan to go to the south first. I heard that the south is different now. There are a lot of goods there and the market is open. If I can get some here and sell them in Shanghai to make some money, maybe that's a way."
Zhang Yong’s words surprised Song Yuanchao a little. He didn’t expect Zhang Yong to have such an idea, but when he thought about it carefully, it was normal.
Zhang Yong is a man of courage, intelligence and ideas. It is impossible for him not to think of what others can think of. Moreover, it is already August. After the National Day, the individual economy will be officially opened up, and the self-employed, an important group in the early stage of reform and opening up, will soon emerge like mushrooms after rain.
“That’s a good idea.”
"Why? You think it's good too?" Zhang Yong asked, looking up.
Song Yuanchao nodded: "I have heard about the situation in the south. If I hadn't been admitted to university, I might have gone there to take a look. Your idea is indeed good. Compared with the current Shanghai, the market in the south is more open and there are more things to do. Let's go and take a look. Whether you stay there to do something or run a business and ship things back to sell, it is a good choice."
"Haha, great minds think alike!" Zhang Yong narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was praising Song Yuanchao and also as if he was praising himself.
"Since you said so, it seems that we must go to the south." It seemed that Song Yuanchao's words made Zhang Yong make up his mind, and he slapped his thigh to make the decision.
Suddenly, the two of them laughed at the same time. After laughing for a while, Zhang Yong asked Song Yuanchao about the situation in the south to see if he could get some useful information from Song Yuanchao.
After some consideration, Song Yuanchao told Zhang Yong Gu Jie's contact information in Yangcheng. When Zhang Yong learned that Gu Jie had gone to Yangcheng, he was very surprised and looked at Song Yuanchao deeply.
"You are really good, this arrangement is really unexpected. By the way, what's your friend's name... Qin Zhengguo, right? Is he also in Yangcheng?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure about the details." Song Yuanchao said this deliberately and winked at Zhang Yong. Zhang Yong was immediately amused when he saw this. He patted Song Yuanchao on the shoulder and laughed and scolded him for being cunning.
