Huang Xin has been paying attention to the "backpack" for the past two days. The first thing after school was to take a look. She was looking forward to it. When she saw the finished product today, she was overjoyed.

Huang Han said: "Sister, you can give one to Li Mei now! But no matter which classmate wants you tomorrow, don't agree."

“Aren’t our families going to make ‘backpacks’ and sell them to make money?”

"I'm not planning to sell it here at all, but I'm planning to use the 'backpack' to build relationships and repay some debts of gratitude."

"But when Li Mei and I carry such beautiful backpacks to school, many classmates must have asked us where we bought them. I don't like lying."

"That's a thing. Let's do it this way. If you have classmates with whom you get along well, you can sell one to them and charge a cost price as a service to the people!"

Huang Xin suddenly asked with big eyes flashing: "How much should the cost price of a 'backpack' made of 'labour cloth' be?"

Huang Han really didn’t know this, so he asked Zhang Fangfen:

"Mom, if we calculate the cost of the 'Labor Cloth' sold in the cloth store, the labor cost is one yuan, plus buying zippers, buttons, elastics, metal retractable buckles, straps and all the accessories, a 'backpack' will be about

How much?"

"I've already passed it. It won't be more than six yuan."

"Let's do it this way. The classmates with whom I have the best relationship will give it to others. If I must give money, I will charge four or five yuan as a token. For the other students, try not to sell it. If I really can't refuse, I will charge seven yuan and sell it to them.

Only."

Zhang Fangfen nodded in agreement and said, "If you buy the cloth and make it yourself, seven yuan won't be enough. It's not easy to do it so well."

Huang Xin didn't understand and asked, "Why?"

"It takes only one or two hands if you are not familiar with it. Of course it takes time. You might not be able to do it even if you work for two or three days, and it definitely won't look good. Besides, you can't buy a suitable zipper on the street. Even if you can buy it, it won't be the best."

Ex-factory price.”

"Oh! I understand." Huang Xin's intelligence value is very high, and she suddenly realized it at this moment.

Huang Han was worried that Huang Xin would not refuse anyone who had money to earn, so he warned:

"Sister, I plan to sell such a sturdy and fashionable "backpack" in Shanghai for fifteen yuan each. If anyone wants to wholesale it, I will sell it for no less than twelve yuan.

If you sell one to a classmate for seven yuan, not only will you not make money for your family, but you will also cost your family at least ten kilograms of pig head meat."

Huang Xin stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "Hee hee... instead of saying you earned five yuan less, you said you lost ten kilograms of pig head meat. It sounds really different.

Don’t worry, I definitely can’t bear to throw away so much pig head meat at once, it’s enough for our family to eat for a week! I won’t give it to my classmates who are not close friends.”

"That's right, good things must be sold at a good price to be worthy of the labor that mother has put in."

Zhang Fangfen felt happy when her son was so optimistic about the "backpack" she made. She calculated that she could still make nine yuan by selling it at the wholesale price. I'm afraid this is unrealistic!

She said: "Do you really think you can sell one for twelve yuan in Shanghai? I'm afraid the price is a bit expensive."

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. Didn't you just say that buying 'labour cloth' would cost more than seven yuan?"

"Labor cloth" requires cloth stamps. We know that this bag is made of cloth, and outsiders can't tell. Calculating the freight and labor costs, the wholesale price of twelve yuan is reasonable."

"Yes, I listen to you! If the price of twelve yuan is not good, you can lower the price, and you can still sell it for ten yuan."

"That's right! Let's check the market price first. Maybe if I sell one for fifteen yuan myself, it will be sold out in a few days. There is no need to wholesale it to others!"

"Haha, try your best to do good things, you are so beautiful."

Huang Xin could no longer hold back her excitement. She really wanted to see Li Mei's look when she saw the labor cloth "backpack" and said:

"Mom, I just want to bring a bag to Li Mei right now, okay? Last time she told her mother that she would buy cloth to make one, but I told her not to do it. It would only take a few days as promised.

I will give one to her."

"Okay! I'll make it at home every day from now on. As long as I can get the ingredients, I'll definitely be able to make a lot."

Huang Xin is the top student in the class and has no homework to hold her back. Li Mei is an average student and is still doing her homework at home with a grimace.

Seeing Huang Xin entering the door with her hands behind her back, Li Mei said happily: "Huang Xin, you're just in time. I really don't want to do word problems, so why don't you just let me copy your math homework!"

"No, I am doing this to harm you!"

"It's not harmful. I might die immediately if I do the word problems again. You are saving me."

"Hehe, don't talk nonsense, look what is this?"

"Schoolbag? Is it the 'labor cloth backpack' you mentioned? Wow, I didn't expect it to be so beautiful!"

"How about I do what I say?"

"Is this for me?"

"Why else would you use your house?"

"It's too fashionable and valuable. I'm too embarrassed to ask for it!"

Seeing Li Mei's insincere expression, Huang Xin was extremely proud. She said: "Remember, this is for you. No matter who wants it, don't give it to anyone, and don't tell others that it was from me."

Li Mei nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yeah! Yeah!"

"I'm going home. Don't always think about copying homework. Do it yourself. If you really don't know how to do it, you can ask me."

"No! Don't leave..."

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When Huang Daozhou came home from get off work, he praised the finished "backpack" and said that such a good gift would be loved by everyone.

He was even more confident. He didn't even bother to eat dinner, so he took a "backpack" and went to Manager Liu's house. When he came home, he also brought back two bottles of Yanghe Daqu.

Looking at Huang Han with a puzzled face, Huang Daozhou explained:

"When I went there, Manager Liu hadn't come home yet. His family saw the 'backpack' I gave him as a gift. When I said it was his father who asked me to buy it, they immediately put all the books in his schoolbag and carried them on their backs.

I'm so happy that I can't see my teeth.

When Manager Liu came back, he found out that I was here to deliver the package and refused to take it, but his family refused to give it to him.

Manager Liu has no choice but to give money.

I'm not stupid, I turned around and left, but I didn't know that he couldn't pull me away, so in the end I had no choice but to agree and take these two bottles of wine."

Huang Han smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, this is better. Manager Liu is not stupid. He must know that the value of a 'backpack' is much greater than two bottles of wine. This gift of yours can be considered a success."

"Hehe! Of course I know. Besides, you don't have to spend money to buy his cigarettes and alcohol. They are probably gifts from related households or cooperative units."

This is true. The fuel company is in charge of planning materials such as coal, and there are too many units that want to get more planning quotas. It is natural to bring some souvenirs and some cigarettes and alcohol when visiting.

This is not bribery, but an exchange of favors, which cannot be stopped at all. When the tiger hunt was at its peak, I never heard of anyone getting involved for accepting two bottles of wine and two cigarettes.

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Chapter completed!