[Sanyou Rental Book House] since beating Yan Songjie and taking the cheating artifact copier. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Yongjun, Wu Ming'er, Yan Jie, and Ren Yuhong are all very busy.

There is not enough manpower, so I can only ask good friends to help, and the first person to ask for help is Yu Delan.

Zhang Yongjun wrote a leaflet, and handed over the rest of the copies to Ren Yuhong, and Yu Delan took them to the street to distribute.

Through Yu Delan's hard work, there are many, many book renters in [Sanyou Book Rental House].

But almost all students, students have a thousand people a day.

One day can make [Sanyou Rental Book House] earn between 2,000 and 3,000 points. Why is it divided into points, because they are all accumulated in one point and one point.

Don't take evil as small, don't do good as small. Wrong! Yes!

Shocking! Zhang Yongjun was the most shocking! Among the five people, only he and Wu Ming'er knew the exact accounts, and they should not underestimate this point, one point, and it was inconspicuous. Together, it can also reach 20 yuan a day, which is equivalent to the salary of a small young worker.

Isn't this money inconspicuous? I can't see that [Sanyou Rental Book House] is a golden rooster, and golden eggs come out every day.

At least 600 yuan a month gross profit, the three shareholders each share at least 200 yuan.

200 yuan is just for use, opening the door in my spare time, and doing rental books. It is equivalent to half a year's salary of parents, only one month! 2,400 yuan for 12 months a year.

Oh my God! Zhang Yongjun didn't dare to think about it, and he was terrified.

At first, it was just that Yan Jie had no intention of proposing a rental book, but Yan Songjie happened to grasp a small inspiration and evolved into a small Sanyou rental book house.

Since the charge has been cold and gentle, to the current crowd of people.

"Papapa" Zhang Yongjun gave himself a shiny head and made a few strokes.

attracted Wu Ming'er's distressed and puzzled eyes: "Is there anything that can't solve the problem?" followed by the words that made Zhang Yongjun the most annoyed: "You can ask Yan Songjie!"

Angry, you really have to ask Yan Songjie about this.

"What do you think?" Zhang Yongjun asked Yan Songjie during the recess what he thought of these two things and how to deal with them.

First, there is no one in the society to rent books, and second, it is the problem of income distribution.

First of all, there are no people in the society to rent books, do you need to find out the root cause?

What is the role of leaflets, how can people in society take the initiative to ask for them, and they can be used as money. If leaflets can do this, people in society will not refuse.

When discounted, or deducted, it can also be printed as a small calendar, or a star portrait.

Celebrity portrait, anyway, you don't need money to copy, you can print the celebrity portrait on it, interspersed with the address and information of "Sanyou Rental Book House", and you can deduct a book borrowing opportunity.

It's easier to divide the money, first of all, pay everyone who works, which is not much, five cents a day. In the future, the [Five Maoists] will not come from here.

After deducting staff salaries and electricity expenses, the remaining money is equally shared among the three shareholders.

"You can do it!" Zhang Yongjun admired Yan Songjie's mind, this is very fair and just, and there is no big pot of rice. If the heart is not aligned, otherwise it will be difficult to operate.

Yan Songjie's mother, Ke Shixiu reported to work since she started, and the bad things in the hotel gave her a headache.

The hotel under management is not well managed, facing bankruptcy, no business, and losing money every month.

To put it bluntly, the leaders above value Comrade Ke Shixiu, who is capable, ideologically active, and energetic! He can lead the hotel out of the predicament and turn losses into wins!

The hotel staff, although there are only eleven employees. But they all belong to the old fritter level, and they can't get one-third of their salary. Whatever you say, he ignores you.

They all think that I eat a big pot of rice, and it is the same whether I do it or not.

I don't do it, I can still do private work during working hours, it's not just one or two people, it's all of us.

Do you think such a restaurant can be opened well?

First, first strengthen the initiative of employees.

Second, we must make our own fist products.

Third, take a full salary and add additional income.

Before all the conditions are met, there must be a start-up capital.

I can't play without funds, after all, I have managed two hotels. There are still ideas, the location of this hotel is not far from the façade room rented by Zhao Deping, less than 30 meters. It is diagonally opposite the [Taishan Video Game Hall], and you can imagine how remote it is.

Ke Shixiu first went to each employee's house to do ideological work, and then used a trick, if the guests don't come, we will send them to the door.

I didn't have a car, so I had to borrow a tricycle first, ride the steamed vegetable buns and steamed buns on a tricycle by myself, and drag them to the school gate to sell them in the biting cold wind.

Speaking of which, his eyes were full of tears, and he didn't allocate a penny on it. Time can't be delayed, and the new official takes office three times.

Vegetable buns and steamed buns don't need much money, but the money can be used to sell 1,500 yuan of the Year of the Monkey stamps.

Show up punctually every morning, at school time and before the end of the second period in the morning.

There are two schools, No. 1 and No. 2, with thousands of people. As the saying goes, no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor children, rain or shine!

"Mom!" Yan Songjie followed Zhang Yongjun and Yan Ming to buy vegetable buns, only to know that his mother and father were already working in Jiangpu.

Looking at his mother pushing the tricycle with difficulty against the biting cold wind, it was like a big hammer hitting Yan Songjie's heart.