After a busy morning, Su Ping quickly cleared and counted cash, a total of 1063.5 yuan. settled the part-time salary of 35 yuan, and there was 1028.5 yuan left.

40 membership cards were processed with an income of 720 yuan, 23 books were rented, a deposit of 230 yuan, and 113.5 yuan of stationery was sold.

Su Ping took the money in his hand and was very excited, "Xiaofeng, I have made a lot of money, more than 1,000 in a morning, more than 2,000 in a day, and more than 60,000 in a month." Haha......"

Yang Lin also smiled excitedly, this is more than her monthly salary, before she was worried about whether she would lose money by opening a bookstore, but now she was relieved, and looked at Su Chenfeng's eyes with a little strangeness, "Is this really my son?" This is my son! ”

Su Chenfeng smiled slightly, he was not surprised by this result, he believed that this was just the beginning, and the spread between the media and the students had not yet begun to break out, but it was a good start.

"Dad, that's not how the accounts are calculated. This is just the turnover, and the profit is not so impressive. Su Chenfeng interrupted Su Ping's excitement slightly, after all, Su Ping had no experience in business, if he didn't figure out the doorways and tricks in it now, it would be very troublesome in the future.

"Renting a bookstore is originally a gross profit, with small profits but quick turnover. You have to put aside rent, utilities, equipment depreciation, upfront investment sharing, book deposits, business administration fees, transportation costs, public relations fees, and other expenses. Take stationery as an example, the profit is almost 35%, and the stationery sold in the morning earns less than 40 yuan. ”

Su Chenfeng analyzed these costs to his parents one by one, and when Su Ping heard this, his excited mood suddenly calmed down, "Ah, I'm so busy and excited that I forgot about these things, according to what you say, we only earn one or two hundred yuan a day, and our monthly income is only four or five thousand." ”

Su Chenfeng smiled: "No, Dad, you forgot, we still have a membership fee income!" Do you know why I set up a membership system? Cash flow! This is the cornerstone of our rapid expansion, aside from the cost, every time we add a member, there will be 18 yuan of income, a hundred will have 1,800, 1,000? What about five thousand? ”

"In addition, this kind of rental bookstore focuses on creativity, but the threshold is very low, as long as a little money, anyone can open a store, so we have to quickly occupy the market in the early stage, and the membership system not only circles these customers with us, but also brings us considerable cash flow." Su Chenfeng hit the nail on the head and pointed out the core mystery of the membership economy.

When Su Ping heard this, he suddenly realized that there are really many doorways in this mall, "Xiaofeng, what if others fight a price war?" ”

"Dad, I have already thought about this when I set the price, logically speaking, our Chenguang Book House is the first rental book house in Zhanjiang City, and some people buy it for a dollar a day. But I didn't do it, I set 5 cents or even 4 cents for members, this profit is already very low, if others price lower, then they can't support it at all, and we will accumulate a group of members in the early stage, these members are reluctant to waste this membership fee in vain. ”

Su Chenfeng looked confident, "This is the benefit of being the first to eat crabs!" ”

"Also, Dad, don't forget, who am I? I am Su Chenfeng, I am well-known in the student circle, and they will definitely subconsciously choose the store they are familiar with to spend the same book. This is the brand effect, so the next step is to manage the brand of Chenguang. Not limited to the bookstore, we can create a huge Chenguang series. ”

"For example, Chenguang stationery, Chenguang diet, Chenguang education, etc. By the way, Dad, you have to do your best to register the trademark Chenguang, and register a company first. Su Chenfeng said the thoughts in his mind one by one.

Su Ping looked at his son in shock, in his opinion, he was already very satisfied to open a small bookstore and earn four or five thousand a month, he didn't expect his son's ambition to be so big, "Xiaofeng, are you really an eight-year-old child?" I'm getting more and more incomprehensible about you. ”

"Dad, it's all in books, I'm just learning and selling it." Su Chenfeng hurriedly sold a cute, so that his father found out that he was a reborn, which was terrible.

For his precocious son, who has such insight at a young age, Su Ping is not only relieved but also relieved, "Not everyone has a genius son!" Su Ping was proud again.

"Don't be poor, you two, hurry up and clean up and come over for dinner." Yang Lin didn't understand Su Chenfeng's analysis, and brought Zhang Luo's good meal. Today she was a little extravagant and got two more seafood.

Afternoon recess, No. 1 Middle School.

"Fat Luo, you are blessed." Lin Cong, who was wearing a pair of black glasses, waved the white leaflet in his hand, sat on Luo Fatzi's table and said.

The fat man Luo in Lin Cong's mouth was originally named Luo Feng, and he was fat and fat due to lack of exercise, so others called him Luo Fat. Luo Feng is a celebrity in No. 1 Middle School, and his parents opened a seafood export company with a market value of more than 10 million.

In addition, he is also the president of a Chinese club, usually loves to read martial arts novels, in the second year of high school he also created a martial arts community, specializing in martial arts culture, members in the first middle school has more than two hundred members.

I saw Luo Feng, who was wearing a black wide Nike sportswear, raised his head with a blank face, and he was holding a copy of Gu Long's "Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword" in his hand.

"What? Did Tan Wenting agree to be my girlfriend? Luo Feng threw down the novel in his hand and asked expectantly.

Tan Wenting is the school flower of No. 1 Middle School, Luo Feng has had a crush on her for a long time, and this morning he finally mustered up the courage to ask his friend Lin Cong to help him pass on love letters.

Lin Cong looked at Luo Feng with a disgusted expression, "Fat Luo, you can lose your fat first, there are many people who send love letters to Colonel Tan, and she threw your love letters into the trash." ”

Luo Feng looked depressed, although he had already been mentally prepared, "Then what else do you have, don't bother me to read." ”

"Hehe, are you sure you don't want to hear this? Then I'm gone. Lin Cong shook the leaflet in his hand and smiled wickedly.

"What's that?" Luo Feng snatched the leaflet from Lin Cong's hand.

"The mystery of martial arts novels? Su Chenfeng? Luo Feng's eyes lit up, and the frustration on his face suddenly disappeared.

"A small Su Chenfeng? Why, he opened a Chenguang Book House at the gate of our school? It also specializes in selling martial arts novels. ”

For Su Chenfeng, Luo Fengshen made a long hand, especially the bunker sentence, "I scored 100 points in the test because the test paper only scored 100 points." "It's like blowing snow at the West Gate on the top of the Forbidden City, pretending to be a good one-handed.

"Lin Cong, tell me what's going on with this Chenguang Book House."

"This bookstore was opened by Su Chenfeng's family, I heard that he is the boss behind the scenes, and he came up with the ideas and funds for this bookstore. Luo Fatty, why do you say that today's children are so awesome. Lin Cong sighed.

"His bookstore is very interesting, books are only rented and not sold, Luo Fatzi, you look at the pile of martial arts novels in your house, they cost thousands of yuan, and now they are all ashes if they stay there." The point is that his rent is cheap, 5 cents a day. ”

As soon as Luo Feng heard that he was interested, his martial arts community lacked novels, usually after he bought a book and read it, hundreds of people in the community lined up to read it, and he didn't know how many times he was annoyed about it.

Nima's Ta Te feels that he is aggrieved as the president, not everyone is as rich as him, and he buys and buys books he likes when he sees them.

"President Luo, it's time for you to express your appearance, showtime, hundreds of brothers below are waiting for you to speak, and reward hundreds of members." Lin Cong's fox tail leaked out, and if he didn't slaughter it at this time, a few thousand yuan was just a month's pocket money for Luo Fatzi.

"Lin Cong, you organize the brothers to have a meeting in the third class, hehe" Luo Feng looked arrogant.

In the Chenguang Book House, Su Ping was holding an accounting book and studying.

Su Chenfeng is practicing English pronunciation with a Walkman, and in the past half a month, his spoken English has improved greatly.

I don't know if it's because of the reliving, the English that was like a book of heaven in his eyes in the previous life, can be learned quickly in this life, and he also feels that his brain is much more flexible, and he is getting clearer and clearer about the things he was exposed to in the previous life, maybe this is the blessing of the re-alive.

"Boss, boss."

After Luo Feng and Lin Cong had a community meeting, they decided to support the one hundred and fifty membership cards of the martial arts community, and the others had good family conditions and planned to run one by themselves, but they slipped out before school was over.

"This classmate, do you want to rent a book?" Su Ping put down the accounting book in his hand and asked.

"Boss, get me three hundred membership cards." Luo Feng, a big tyrant, doesn't treat money as money.

Su Ping was taken aback, knocked over all the water on the cash register, and was in a hurry again, "What? This classmate, I heard you right, are you sure you want three hundred, not three? ”

Su Ping looked at the two students carefully, and saw that they were well dressed and quite gentle, so they shouldn't have come to make trouble, so he was secretly vigilant.

"Boss, it's three hundred, you guys will get a nine-percent discount today, it's a total of five thousand four here!"

Luo Feng took a pile of green hair from his schoolbag.