On the outskirts of the city, the tube building.

The Song family has been kicked out of the distillery workers' community and now lives in the cannery's dormitory.

Compared with the small bungalows built in the village and the 200-square-meter mansion allocated by the winery, the situation of the tube building is much worse.

Two bedrooms and a living room plus a kitchen, a total of only more than 60 square meters, the toilet needs to be shared with several neighbors.

In his previous life, because the canning factory could not pay wages, Song Weiyang lived here and was disliked in various ways, so he chose a foreign university as if he had fled.

This situation, Song Weiyang will never allow it to happen again, he hates it very much, mixed with too many bad memories.

In the next half month, all the plans were carried out in a steady and orderly manner, and Zheng Xuehong, accompanied by local leaders, visited and inspected a number of enterprises in Rongping City one after another.

When Song Weiyang started his third year of high school, Zheng Xuehong finally expressed his satisfaction and said that he would return to Hong Kong City to transfer funds.

"Brother, we're here to say goodbye. Zheng Xuehong smiled and walked into the living room.

The living room is simply furnished, with only a dining table and wire bed. The wire bed was slept on by Song Weiyang, and there was no wardrobe, so the clothes could only be put in boxes and placed under the bed.

Song Weiyang picked up the thermos and said, "Sit casually, I won't say hello." ”

Zheng Xuehong and Chen Tao could only sit on the edge of the bed, the place was so narrow that they couldn't move their feet, and they didn't speak while holding the boiling water that had just been poured.

"Lao Zheng left a phone call for me, and you won't come back until you receive my call. Song Weiyang instructed.

Zheng Xuehong asked: "What do you say after you come back? The government is not easy to fool, they are urging very tightly these days, and I can't wait for me to invest in several enterprises in one go." ”

"You don't have to worry about this," Song Weiyang said with a smile, "My brother-in-law has already left for the Special Economic Zone, and he will soon be able to get the license of the Gangcheng Company." ”

When Song Shumin used to play with the operation, he knew a few friends in Hong Kong City, and the relationship was not deep, but it was still possible to help register a leather bag company. Although the uncle is greedy for fun, he will not drop the chain at a critical time, let him go to the Special Administrative Region to call the port city, remit money and get the company license and come back, there should be no accidents.

At that time, in the name of the Gangcheng Leather Bag Company, the canning factory will be invested and controlled. With the nature of joint ventures, local leaders will inevitably have the green light all the way, not to mention tax reductions and exemptions, and bank loans can be easily obtained.

"Then I'll rest assured," Zheng Xuehong said with a cigarette in his mouth, "Brother, your Mayor Huang is very interesting." ”

Song Weiyang asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Chen Tao replied helpfully: "That Mayor Huang personally came to visit the hotel last night, hoping that we can invest in the winery. ”

"Leave him alone!" Song Weiyang laughed angrily.

Leaving a number of loss-making state-owned enterprises in the city alone, but instead pulling investment in profitable distilleries, people who can make such a move are either stupid or bad!

Mayor Huang is certainly not stupid, the reason why he did this is very simple: other companies are Fan Zhengyang's descendants, and only the power of the winery is in his hands, and the game between the two has entered a white-hot stage.

Zheng Xuehong said with a smile: "I think, you can continue to contact him." I am very familiar with "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and there is a trick in it called 'Jiang Gan stealing books'. ”

Song Weiyang complained: "What kind of metaphor are you? ”

"That's what it means, you know. Zheng Xuehong searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and he didn't know how to elaborate.

Song Weiyang said: "Even if Jiang Gan steals books, I am not Zhou Yu, Secretary Fan is, you can contact Secretary Fan at any time." ”

"Okay, I'll go first. Zheng Xuehong got up and said.

"Goodbye, Song...... Little brother!" Chen Tao smiled with a wink.

The two left in the duke, first going to Chen Tao's hometown to get money, and then going back to Zheng Xuehong's hometown together, after all, it is dangerous to let a girl bring too much money alone.

There was just a torrential rain last night, and the county road is extremely difficult to walk, with large puddles one after another.

Zheng Xuehong felt sorry for the car, drove slowly like a turtle, and it took half an hour to reach the nearest town to the city. At the time of the market, the town was crowded with people, and the Duke's car could only move through the crowd.

Suddenly, they heard the shouting on the side of the road: "Come and see, touch the prize sales! Touch a few bottles, you won't be able to eat them for a year! Come and see, touch the prize sales......

These canned food sellers are ordinary cannery workers.

Song Qizhi not only contacted the dealer, but also mobilized workers to deal with the inventory. For every bottle of canned food sold, a commission of 2 cents can be paid, and workers who lack money to spend have borrowed tricycles to transport the canned food to the village and town markets to sell.

It's a pity that people are not enthusiastic about this, and no one visits them for a long time.

An old farmer with a bamboo basket on his back suddenly walked towards the stall. His brother-in-law will be 60 years old next month, and he plans to buy a bottle of canned food as a gift, and he met it just in time for the market.

In the 80s, farmers gave gifts as simple as pulling a piece of cloth or giving a towel, and canned food and malt milk were already very high-end gifts. But in the 90s, towels and cloths were no longer available, and giving canned food seemed stingy, and everyone began to take gift money.

"How do you sell this can?" asked the old farmer.

When the canned worker saw the customer, he hurriedly said: "Canned yellow peaches cost 3 yuan a bottle, and canned oranges only cost 2 yuan and 5 cents." ”

The old farmer shook his head again and again: "It's too expensive, other people's canned yellow peaches only sell for 2 yuan 5." ”

The worker held a bottle of canned yellow peaches and said, "Uncle, you don't understand." See, authentic Xifeng brand canned food, famous brands, can be compared to those wild brands outside? Moreover, you can buy canned food and draw lotteries, as long as you are lucky, you can buy several bottles back for the money of a bottle of canned food. ”

The old farmer still thought it was too expensive, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, a child passed by the stall, saw the canned food, his eyes lit up, dragged his mother's sleeve and said, "Mom, I want to eat canned food!"

"Taotao is good, canned food is too expensive, mom will buy you tomatoes. Mother coaxed.

"No, no, I'm going to eat canned food, I'm going to eat it. The child refused to go.

The mother was angry and said, "If you make trouble again, I'll beat you again!"

"Wow, woo-woo...... I want to eat canned food, I want to eat canned food......" The child sat on the ground, hugged his mother's leg and cried.

The crying became more and more intense, and the onlookers became more and more, and they all persuaded: "If the child wants to eat, you can buy it for him." ”

The mother resolutely said: "No, you can't spoil it!"

"If I want to eat, I want to eat!" Wow, wow, wow......" The child is still crying, and the more people there are, the more intense they cry.

The worker who sold canned food had an idea and said with a smile: "Sister, it's normal for children to be greedy, I'll give you this bottle of canned oranges, don't need money." ”

"You really don't want money?" the mother hesitated.

"I don't need money, I can still lie to you with so many people?" the worker laughed.

The mother took the can and thanked her again and again: "Then thank you, little brother, you are so nice." ”

The worker reminded: "There is a scratch area on the lid of the can, and you can scratch it open to see if you have won the lottery." ”

The little fart child burst into tears and laughed, stood up and said, "I'll scratch it!"

The old farmer stood still and didn't leave, but leaned over to watch the children scratch the prize.

The child quickly scraped the coating off and said, "One more ...... Mom, what does this word read?"

The mother was illiterate, blushed and said, "You ask uncle." ”

The worker exclaimed, "Oh, the kid is so lucky! ”

The mother was embarrassed: "What's that...... You gave me this bottle, and it would be too much to give another bottle. ”

"It's okay, take it. The worker handed over another bottle.

The child scratched the prize with great interest, but unfortunately he didn't win again.

The old farmer was moved, and pulled out a crumpled three yuan from the waistband of his trousers: "Comrade, I'll buy a bottle of yellow peaches." ”

"Uncle, take it. The workers moved swiftly and smiled.

The old peasant scratched off the prize, handed it to the worker and said, "Comrade, you can help me take a look." ”

The worker exaggerated again: "Hit, another bottle, uncle is lucky!"

The old peasant scraped again and handed it to the worker, who shouted, "Hit again!"

Scrape again, and hit six bottles in one go.

The onlookers were stunned, they had never seen such an easy win, and they hurriedly paid money to try their luck.

"Haha, I'm hit, another bottle!"

"I've got it too!"

"Alas, what kind of luck, I can't even buy three bottles. ”

"You didn't wash your hands when you went out. ”

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe in evil anymore, give me another bottle!"

“……”

The scene instantly became crazy, this is no longer buying cans, but buying lottery tickets.

In just over ten minutes, the canned food delivered by the worker on a tricycle was sold out, and his method of selling canned food in the village and town markets was quickly promoted.

There is no need for dealers to help, and workers take the initiative to help sell everywhere in order to get commissions. The city's four districts and two counties were not enough to divide the territory, and the workers even transported the cans to the neighboring city, where the local canned food market quickly collapsed, and their peers could only watch unless they also made money like this.

When the inventory was halfway through, Song Qizhi quickly adjusted and reduced the winning rate from two-thirds to one-half, which is equivalent to half-price sales, but it is more popular than direct price reduction.

In just over ten days, the canning factory returned more than 2 million funds.

This is not only a simple increase in cash flow, but also a boost in the confidence of the majority of growers in the cannery.

The yellow peach in Rongping City has a long history, and the Ming Dynasty also made tribute. In the 80s, the government took the lead and grafted and cultivated new varieties, and if the publicity and promotion were successful, selling yellow peaches to other places could increase a lot of income.

It's a pity that the yellow peaches in Rongping City have not gone too far so far, and they are only a little famous in neighboring cities and counties, and most of them are directly wholesaled to canning factories as raw materials.

With the canneries out of production, the growers are worried.

Because August and September are the harvest seasons of yellow peaches, ripe yellow peaches can only be kept fresh for more than ten days, and all those that can't be sold have to rot on the trees.

Hearing that some Hong Kong businessmen had invested in the cannery, and seeing that the canning factory had recently sold well, the fruit growers spontaneously transported the yellow peaches to the factory gate -- on credit? Yes, just make a white slip.

In this way, Song Weiyang did not spend a penny, and the fruit materials of the new canned food automatically entered the warehouse, and the machines of the canning factory began to work overtime.