The bills were thick and stacked (one yuan, five cents, and two cents), and everyone smiled when they saw it.

In this year of 36 yuan salary, 322 yuan is an out-and-out huge amount of money, Li Daqi They never thought that this hanger would sell so well, if there were doubts before, now that real money is in front of them, that trace of doubt has long disappeared.

Song Yuanchao originally planned to wait for the hangers to be sold out before splitting the money, but now looking at everyone's high morale, he deliberately counted out a stack of money after thinking about it.

"Everyone has worked hard these days, and after being busy for so long, I finally looked at the money." Song Yuanchao said to everyone with a smile, and everyone was laughing too.

"First one person will send 10 yuan, go home early and eat some good, and then take a good rest, and we will continue tomorrow with enough spirits."

"Long live Brother Song!"

"Long live the aid to Korea!"

"Long live the RMB!"

As soon as Song Yuanchao's words fell, a cheer rang out.

10 yuan, although not much, but not a lot. You must know that this transaction was made by Song Yuanchao, whether it is the raw materials or the initial advance funds and trading ideas, all of them are Song Yuanchao's, and the others are just following suit.

What's more, if there is no Song Yuanchao when selling today, I am afraid it will not sell so well, and it was said that it would be good to give money after selling, but now Song Yuanchao will give them 10 yuan on the first day, which is really righteous enough.

Smiled and gave each person a ten-yuan bill and stuffed it into the other party's hand, Song Yuanchao said hard work by the way, and the face of the person who got the money was full of smiles, and his heart was even more proud after earning money.

After dividing the money, Song Yuanchao and them left the air-raid shelter one after another to go home, and after Li Daqi, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun left first, Song Yuanchao, who deliberately walked at the end, took out the prepared 20 yuan and stuffed it directly into Gu Jie's hand.

"Brother Song, ...... are you?"

Gu Jie was at a loss for a moment, and he didn't understand why Song Yuanchao gave him this money.

"Take it, if you don't want to borrow it to this place, although I said before that I don't want rent, but it's always not okay to borrow in vain, my brother will settle the account, this money is what you deserve."

Patting Gu Jie on the shoulder, Song Yuanchao said again: "Say hello to your father when you go back, we will have to do this deal for a while." ”

"Understood, thank you, Brother Song." Gu Jie was a very smart person, and immediately understood the meaning of Song Yuanchao's words, accepted the money with a smile and nodded.

In the next few days, Song Yuanchao gathered at the air-raid shelter before four o'clock in the morning every day, left the stall on time at half past four, and sold until half past seven.

On the first day, Song Yuanchao took them, and on the second day, Song Yuanchao divided the five into two groups.

Song Yuanchao and Gu Jie are a group, Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun are another group, Li Daqi is responsible for riding a bicycle back and forth to pull goods, in addition to the vegetable market on the first day, Song Yuanchao took Gu Jie to another nearby vegetable market, so that the sales points not only increase, but also avoid too many people in a stall to waste.

Because of their good quality, beautiful shape, bright colors and affordable prices, the sales of hangers are extremely hot.

Each stall can sell nearly 1,000 pieces, two stalls are nearly 2,000, a few days gradually made some fame, residents who live far away have heard of it and come to buy it, plus there are many repeat customers, this business is more and more prosperous.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer hangers piled up in the bomb shelter, everyone's hearts are both happy and worried.

I am glad that this business is so hot that it can be sold out in a few days at most with the current sales situation. The worry is that with the rapid reduction of goods, they will be gone after they are sold out, so Li Daqi and they couldn't help but ask Song Yuanchao if he would find a way to get some raw materials, but Song Yuanchao was not in a hurry, and told them with a smile to wait at ease, and sell all the goods in his hand first, he had his own arrangements.

On March 2, Song Yuanchao's hukou came down, and with his hukou, he had food books and tickets, which also represented Song Yuanchao's official identity in Shanghai.

Sunday, March 4, is a great day to celebrate.

After closing the stall this morning, all the inventory hangers were sold out, a total of 8962 hangers were sold for a total of 3012.35 yuan, although this total amount was slightly lower than the total price originally set by Song Yuanchao, but considering that Song Yuanchao specially proposed that customers buy three preferential promotional means, it is still worth it for them to sell all the hangers in such a short time.

According to the rules set before, Li Daqi and others are calculated as 5 cents for each hanger, so 8962 hangers are 448.1 yuan.

Back at the air-raid shelter and checking the accounts, Song Yuanchao directly made up a whole number for them, 120 yuan per person, minus the 10 yuan given to everyone on the first day, and Song Yuanchao gave another 110 yuan to each person.

When the thick banknotes were handed out to everyone's hands one by one, everyone's eyes were red, and their hands trembled slightly while holding the banknotes, and they couldn't even believe that the money was earned by themselves.

"Uh......h Whining....... Wang Jianjun actually squatted on the ground and cried, wiping his tears and crying, it was not easy.

Wang Jianjun's family situation is difficult, many brothers and sisters live in poor conditions, and he didn't save any money when he went to the countryside, he didn't have a job when he returned to Huhai, and he had nothing to do at home every day.

Even those friends, neighbors, and relatives are the same, in the eyes of these people, Wang Jianjun is a waste who has no job and no future, and who has returned from other places to occupy the family space, and will only rely on eating white rice at home.

In fact, not only Wang Jianjun, but also Li Daqi, Zhang Bin, and Gu Jie, who of these educated youths did not contribute their most precious youth to the country, and left their hometown with enthusiasm and ideals to go to a strange countryside, and struggled there for many years, but now they have become superfluous people when they return to their hometowns?

Wang Jianjun's cry made everyone's hearts sour, and Song Yuanchao's eyes couldn't help but turn red, because at this time, everyone was thinking the same.

"There will be bread, there will be milk, everything will be there, Jianjun, you should be happy now, what are you crying about?"

"I'm happy to aid North Korea." Wang Jianjun wiped his tears, a little embarrassed.

"Manly man, blood without tears!" Song Yuanchao patted him on the shoulder, and said to him and to someone in the venue: "This day will slowly get better, now is just the beginning, if you believe me, I promise that it will get better and better in the future." ”

"Thank you, thank you for your aid to North Korea! Let everyone see the joke. Wang Jianjun wiped away his tears and smiled, holding the banknote in his hand, the grievances he had been stuffy in his heart these days were swept away, 120 yuan, this is the salary of ordinary young people for more than three months, but they earned it in less than ten days.

The same is true for other people, in just ten days, everyone has earned more than three months' salary of ordinary people with their own hands, proving that they are not waste of eating white rice, they are valuable, which is the greatest recognition for those of them who have been confused about the future after returning to their hometown.

After sending the money, Song Yuanchao asked everyone to rest for two days and wait for their own notice, and everyone left the air-raid shelter with a little reluctance, Song Yuanchao left last, he cleaned the inside, turned off the lights, locked the door of the air-raid shelter and walked briskly towards home, just walked out not far and saw Li Daqi waiting for him in front.