Shi Gui ran back to his friend's residence as fast as possible, moved the test paper and ran to No. 1 Middle School.

It is the most important thing to open up the situation. If all students of No. 1 Middle School use this test paper, students and teachers from other schools are likely to choose this set of test papers as well.

Wang Meng also helped to get a bundle, but ran out of breath.

When we arrived at the back door of No. 1 Middle School, there were more than ten students waiting there.

After a little check, the representatives of several classes gave the test papers completely.

Yang Rui was strict when mimeographing the test papers. When wax paper was used in a weak manner, it would be discarded. The newly printed papers had to be fully dried. In terms of quality alone, they were more than several times more than what was printed by the school.

After all, the papers printed in schools, whether teachers or students, do not have the energy or concept to strictly control quality. Most of them choose to be diligent and thrifty.

Yang Rui followed his mentor to see many large domestic and foreign companies, and the simple assembly line rules are also easy to design.

Shi Gui stood on the curb in the back garden to collect money. After a while, his pocket was filled with change.

No. 1 Middle School is the largest middle school in Xi County. There are 12 graduating classes and refrigerated classes in total, with more than 600 students. Compared with Xibao Middle School, its teaching quality and admission rate are much higher. Last year, more than 20 people were admitted to college, and 6 of them were admitted to undergraduates. The surrounding students were squeezed and they had to go inside, just for such a little chance.

Correspondingly, the requirements for county No. 1 Middle School are much higher. If you are not a student of the school, you will have to pay 50 yuan more tuition or miscellaneous fees for the return class, which is ten times that of other ordinary middle schools.

Even so, families with conditions in the county will try their best to send their children here.

Compared with other high fees, a set of test papers worth 20 cents is the most normal consumption, and only more than 150 test papers are nothing.

He left the last few papers to Wang Meng, and Shi Gui gave him another pack of cigarettes and said, "You can help me watch the school first, and then you can remember what you want. I will take a telegram to Xibao now and ask them to send the test papers."

Wang Meng agreed happily and looked at Shi Guishen with envy and ran out of his sight.

Shi Gui chose the telegram without hesitation. In order to explain the situation, he used 16 words to express the situation: it was sold out, 200 copies had been pre-sold, and the new goods were quickly delivered to the gear factory.

The post office sends a telegram, which costs 3 cents for one word, 16 words cost 48 cents, and the other costs 49 cents for another, which is more expensive than buying a bag of large front doors.

Shi Gui also felt pain when he paid the money, but he was happy again when he thought that he had sold 150 sets of test papers in a daze.

150 sets of test papers cost 30 yuan. He can get six yuan, which is quite a lot. If he adds the 200 sets he wants, there will be 8 yuan waiting for him.

This is just the beginning.

Shi Gui felt that he seemed to have grasped something important.

The only thing that worried him was whether Yang Rui's production could keep up.

200 sets are 2,400 papers. If you want to expand sales, you naturally have to produce more test papers. Shi Gui is now beginning to regret why he didn’t insist on finding a printing factory.

Of course, he just thought about it. Yang Rui might be able to find someone to find someone to do it, but he made no contribution at all, and maybe he would lose his share by then.

Thinking of this, Shi Gui stopped and rethinked the stock issue mentioned by Yang Rui.

The next day at noon.

Shi Gui met two students who came to deliver goods. They took the morning bus and called a tricycle. The bus was filled with the bucket and could only sit on both sides.

"You sign for it." A student handed over a form like a receipt to Shi Gui, which was also mimeographed.

Shi Gui pointed at himself in surprise and asked, "Don't you know me?"

"I know."

"What else are you signing?"

"If you don't sign it, how can Brother Rui know if you took the test paper or I took it?" The student who spoke handed over the receipt again.

Shi Gui wrote his name in anger, and then asked with concern: "How many sets have you taken?"

"400 sets." Two students lifted the cloth bags in the back bucket, and the hard-shelled paper test papers inside were neatly bundled.

"So many?" Shi Gui thought, it would be great to send 200 sets.

The two students looked at each other and laughed. The one who was talking to the front was a little stronger. He said first: "Brother Rui said you will ask, in the past month, we have at least this amount."

"How did this be done?"

"You called the telegram yesterday, and Brother Rui paid for his part-time job salary. One cent per hour for part-time jobs, and the first-year high school students were crazy." Another student whispered: "Brother Rui only gave 10 part-time jobs in the rebate class, otherwise, 500 sets would be easy."

"Will there be more next month?" Shi Gui asked quickly.

The other party shook his head and said, "Brother Rui said that another set may be released next month, and it depends on when the market will be saturated."

Shi Gui nodded in a slight understanding.

However, he quickly put this matter behind his mind and sold 400 test papers in the car. The most important thing is to sell it.

Just as Yang Rui was preparing teaching funds for himself, Zhao Dannian also came to the Municipal Education Bureau to ask for funds and support for Xibao Middle School.

The school itself is not profitable. Even if the tuition and tuition fees are charged, the amount is far from enough to cover the expenses, and the tuition fees must be paid.

Zhao Dannian goes to the Education Bureau several times every year, and this time he has an extra job to ask about the publication of the latest teaching materials.

Although he is not of high level, he is old and has many people in the bureau. He saw the door of a deputy director's office open and went in.

"Hey, Lao Zhao is here?"

"Old Feng? Are you promoted?" Zhao Dannian found out that he was really an old friend and laughed happily.

"It's just a director, the fifty-year-old director, it's useless. Come on, sit down." Old Feng put down the pen in his hand and walked out from behind the desk.

Zhao Dannian sat on the sofa in the room without hesitation and asked, "Do you care about the money?"

While pouring water, Lao Feng said decisively: "No matter."

"Do you care?"

"Everyone is the director."

"That's just not care about it?" Zhao Dannian said whatever he thought of.

Old Feng nodded haha.

Zhao Dannian's eyes turned: "Does the infrastructure be in charge?"

"in spite of."

"Then what's the use of you?" Zhao Dannian blew his beard angrily.

Lao Feng was quite aggrieved by him. After thinking for a long time, he continued to pour water and said, "I used to write textbooks, but now I am still writing textbooks. The deputy director is to solve my treatment problem."

"Textbook writing, textbook writing..." Zhao Dannian muttered a few words, slapped his legs and said, "Textbook writing is OK, I just want to ask you, has the province released new internal materials recently? College entrance examination."

"Nothing." Old Feng put down the teapot and said for sure.

Zhao Dannian didn't believe it: "You can't scare me."

"What are you doing? Alas, I said Lao Zhao, you don't take advantage of it. If you don't go through the back door, you will be unwilling to accept it?" Lao Feng teased a few times, slapped his forehead, and said, "I almost forgot. I just happened to ask you something. If you don't come, I'll call you."

Zhao Dannian looked at him strangely: "What are you asking me?"

"Does there a teacher in your school named Yang Rui?" Old Feng asked seriously.

Zhao Dannian's mind flashed through his student Yang Rui, then shook his head and said, "There is no teacher called Yang Rui."

"You Lao Zhao is not authentic." Old Feng leaned forward slightly, smiling like a withered flower, and said, "If I don't ask you for someone, I will borrow it for a few days."

Zhao Dannian became even more vigilant: "Why do you want to talk about it first?"

"you do not know?"

"What do you know?" Zhao Dannian was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he explained: "I came to the city a few days ago and had not had time to call the school."

Seeing that he was not a fake, Old Feng stood up on the newspaper shelf, took a stack of newspapers, took out the top one, put it on the coffee table, and said, "Look, there is an article in this issue of the Middle School Students' Guide, signed by Yang Rui from Xibao Middle School in Xi County, Hedong Province. I read the article twice, and it was written very clearly, orderly, and step by step... Such talents should be placed in the village... It is better to lend them to me first and give them all their talents..."

He had dried up his saliva before he stopped to pick up the cup, but saw Zhao Dannian with a strange look on his face.

Lao Feng felt that there was a chance and hurriedly said, "Don't let go. If you can't let go, what will be delayed is the future of young people. "The Middle School Students' Guide" is a hard-working provincial academic magazine, which is different from the tofu cubes in the newspapers. It can be used to evaluate professional titles and awards. It is not easy for others to write such an article, so you have to be more considerate, right?"

Zhao Dannian's expression was even more strange.
Chapter completed!