Students in No. 1 Middle School also have evening self-study on Sunday evenings.

As far as Tang Mingyao and the others are concerned, the only real free time in the week is Saturday night and Sunday afternoon, which adds up to less than one day.

It is enough to show that the intensity of learning is huge.

Tang Mingyao returned to school to get the sign, the time was less than three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still more than three hours before the evening self-study at half past six.

He lifted his things out of the school gate, chose a position that was not in the way, spread out the tablecloth, put the goods one by one, and put the large cardboard next to him, and began to sell goods for the first time in his life.

There are students walking around on the side of the road.

Most of them are boarding students.

Only boarding students can enter and exit the school gate at any time during the holidays, and day students are gathered together before class and flock out after class.

Because this is a suburb, the stalls directly on the side of the road are quite eye-catching.

When many people saw Tang Mingyao's behavior, they would glance at it curiously.

Then the billboard he wrote came into play, "can't buy a loss, can't buy a fool......" This kind of rhetoric is still fresh in this era, "big city new technology" also gives people a sense of trust in quality, plus the clear price, as well as the colorful color of the goods, as long as there is a need, at this time will come to take a look.

"Hey, this hairpin is pretty enough? Is it a dollar a piece? I buy two. ”

"It just so happens that I ran out of rubber bands, and today I said that I would go to the city to buy some, since there is here, then I don't need to go. Bring me ten little bands! ”

"The ballpoint pen is better than the school commissary, but it is five dimes more expensive. I...... I'd better buy one. ”

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After a while, Tang Mingyao made several businesses.

Looking at this momentum, we may be able to sell out the purchased goods today.

He was not surprised by this. Because at the beginning of entering the school, he noticed some things outside the school.

For example, the school is located in the suburbs, just a 10-minute walk from the city.

For example, there are only two groceries, a barber shop, and a few small restaurants in front of the school, and nothing else.

The things he buys, except for ballpoint pens, need students to walk into the city to buy everything else, which is really inconvenient.

That's the opportunity.

In just over an hour, half of the thing was sold.

By about five p.m., more and more students were returning to school, and his stock was rapidly dwindling, and soon only a few thin rubber bands were still on sale. There are also ballpoint pens, which are sold too slowly if they come in too much, and there are more than thirty of them at this time.

Tang Mingyao decided to wait a little longer, and it was not too late to close the stall after all the stalls were sold.

At this time, two girls walked up to the stall and looked at him with a smile: "Tang Mingyao? How do you sell things here? ”

He looked up and saw that it was a classmate.

One is called Zhou Yuman, and the other is called Zhou Liman.

It sounds like two sisters, but it's actually two people from different places. Zhou Yuman was admitted to a township below, and Zhou Liman was one of the related households squeezed into the class, and her father was the director of the school's political and educational office.

"I'm looking for business opportunities and experiencing life by the way." Tang Mingyao's face was red, and he said without blushing.

Setting up a stall here, it is inevitable that he will be discovered by his classmates, he has long been mentally prepared, and it is not a shameful thing, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

"You're just selling something like that? A box of rubber bands? And these ballpoint pens? ”

"The business is too good, it's almost over, the last bit of rubber band, do you want it? There are also ballpoint pens, if you want to give you a discount, I will sell them and close the stall. ”

"Okay, give us all this box of rubber bands, half of us."

"Okay, I'll give you a 6% discount!"

I collected 1.5 yuan per person, sold a whole box of 100 thin rubber bands, and the remaining ballpoint pens were too much, and I really couldn't sell them out.

Tang Mingyao thought about it and decided not to sell it today, and closed the stall to implement the next plan.

He first calculated today's income, and sold a total of 81 yuan.

Subtract the cost, net profit of 30.5 yuan.

There are still 32 ballpoint pens left in hand, and if all of them are sold out, there will be 32 yuan in the account, and together they can make a net profit of about 50 yuan.

Business is so good!

Tang Mingyao had a bottom in his heart, and took his things near the school gate, looking at the shops on both sides of the street.

There are no commercial houses here, and most of the houses on the street were built by the farmers themselves. Like Tang Mingyao's hometown, it is basically a two-story brick house, only the side facing the street on the ground floor, which will be built into a small shop, which is pulled by a roller shutter door.

Many people here are not business-minded, and they have built a façade, but they can't do business, so except for a limited number of shops near the school gate, other such facades are abandoned.

"Auntie, is this façade of your house rented?" Tang Mingyao knocked on a house on the side of the street and asked the owner inside.

"Rent, why don't you rent? Little baby, are you going to rent a house? ”

"It's not me, it's my mother who wants to rent, she doesn't have time today, let me take a look first." Tang Mingyao explained two sentences, and then asked, "How much is the rent of your storefront?" ”

The middle-aged woman's eyes rolled: "Two hundred and one months." ”

"It's too expensive, and it's not an urban area, how can it be so high? The two best locations at the school gate are only at this price. ”

"I'm not in a bad position here, it's only 50 meters away, and it's next to the street."

"Up to 120 pieces."

The aunt disagreed.

Tang Mingyao shook his head and turned to leave.

"Come back, young man, we'll talk about it again. 180！ How about 180 yuan a month? ”

"Just 120. Auntie, you have to settle the account, if I don't rent, you are empty here, and you can't receive a penny, I think your store has been empty for a few years, right? Rent it to me, and you will have an extra income of 120 yuan a month, 1,440 yuan a year, and you will have to work for two months when you go to the special zone to work. ”

"What about 150?"

"120 really can't be more. Auntie, in fact, you do the math, if my mother rents this storefront, she will definitely live here in the future, she wants to take my brother, and she has to rent two more rooms upstairs in your house, counting 30 yuan a piece, adding up to 180 yuan. Is it 30 more than 150? The accounts should be added up to the general account, don't worry about it in a small place, Auntie, do you say it's ......?"

In the end, the landlord's aunt was dizzy and agreed to Tang Mingyao's plan.

When it came to when to pay the rent, Tang Mingyao said that he would wait for his mother to come, at least until the National Day, but he could pay a deposit of 50 yuan first.

When I went back to school with the receipt, I first went to the school commissary to make a phone call, called the small shop in the village, asked someone to bring a message to my mother to report her safety, and then had dinner and went into the classroom to start studying.

Today, Tang Mingyao's writing task is to describe his own character.

It's both a writing task and a process of self-examination. The street fighting in his previous life made him deeply aware of the flaws in his character, so he had to recognize himself in this way and make targeted changes.