Volume 296 [Patriotism and Labor to Get Rich]

From six o'clock in the evening, Peng Shengli squatted at the gate of Xianghui Hall selling small flags. This time it went smoothly, and more than 600 copies were sold within an hour, and the entire Xianghui Hall was full of students holding banners.

The head of the city's education system came to Xianghui Hall and saw the banners all over the auditorium. He couldn't help smiling and nodding: "Fudan students are very patriotic."

The main school leaders accompanied the whole process, and several student representatives also came forward to greet them.

Song Weiyang was also one of the student representatives. He leaned forward and shook hands, "Hello, Director Zheng (Municipal Education Committee). I'm Song Weiyang, a third-year student in the Sociology Department of Fudan University."

"I remember you, classmate Song, we meet again." While shaking hands with Song Weiyang, Director Zheng patted Song Weiyang on the shoulder to show his closeness.

Everyone went to sit in the first row of the auditorium. Principal Yang sat next to Director Zheng and naturally had nothing to say. This Director Zheng actually pulled Song Weiyang to sit beside him and talk. Maybe it was just a short chat, but the other school leaders were very discerning and spontaneously adjusted the order to give up their positions.

"Fudan's MBA education is very good, and it ranks among the best in the country. Last time I went to the capital for a meeting, the Ministry of Education also gave internal praise. I heard that in the past six months, many universities from other places have come to learn from it." Director Zheng praised.

Principal Yang smiled and said: "Xiao Song has made great contributions. I have also listened to his talk about entrepreneurship a few times. It is very high-level."

Song Weiyang quickly said: "Everywhere, everyone works together. I'm just playing the side drum."

"Hahaha, Student Song has become more modest." Director Zheng laughed.

Principal Yang joked casually: "This young man is very cunning, Director Zheng, don't be fooled by him."

Director Zheng laughed again, asked Song Weiyang about his studies earnestly, and gave him some encouragement.

Song Weiyang saw that the conversation was about the same, he quickly got up and said goodbye, and ran back to the second row to take a seat, and the school leaders sat back to their original seats.

Next is the cultural performance, songs, dances, recitations, sketches, operas... It was almost 11:30. Several student cadres carried the TV to the stage, connected the power supply and antenna, and waited for the handover ceremony to begin.

The TV is very big, 29-inch color TV, but it looks small in the auditorium, and the students who are a little behind can't see it clearly.

Therefore, many students chose to leave. Tonight, the school’s dormitories and classrooms have also arranged a lot of TV sets. There will be a rebroadcast tomorrow. Anyway, anyone who wants to watch the handover ceremony can watch it.

Four minutes before zero o'clock, the Chinese and British flag guards entered the arena, and then the flag raising and lowering ceremony began.

Song Weiyang had seen these pictures long ago in his previous life, so he naturally turned his attention to other details. Just when the Chinese flag-bearer shouted "Look at Qian", the live broadcast camera suddenly pointed at the auditorium, and three beautiful foreign girls sitting side by side appeared. .

Well, those are the Governor's three daughters.

"The main leaders of both sides enter the venue, please stand up!"

The moment this sentence came out on TV, people in Fudan Xianghui Hall stood up spontaneously. Song Weiyang also concentrated, watching the TV screen, immersed in the solemn atmosphere.

When the Union Jack and colonial flags were lowered, the leaders, teachers and students were all smiling. And when the five-star red flag and the Bauhinia flower flag were raised, the audience sang the national anthem together with the familiar tune: "Get up! People who don't want to be slaves, build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood..."

A student not far from Song Weiyang's back row trembled while singing, and tears filled his eyes with excitement.

"Crack, clap, clap!"

The flag rose to the top, the thunderous applause continued for a long time, and many people had tears in their eyes.

"Long live China!"

"The Chinese people have stood up!"

"Down with Imperialism!"

The slogan that was popular half a century ago was suddenly shouted from the students, and it seemed so natural and energetic.

The leaders didn't stop him either. Director Zheng looked back and sat back in his seat with a smile on his face.

That night, firecrackers sounded everywhere, and someone set off fireworks at Wujiaochang.

The next day, the whole country is on holiday.

Some sat around in front of the TV watching the replay, and some went outdoors to participate in the celebration. In the square in the capital city alone, more than 100,000 people celebrated collectively, beating gongs and drums, and it was very lively.

There are parades in various districts in Shenghai. Many people just go out for fun during the holidays, and they join them when they meet them.

Peng Shengli's small banner sold out, earning more than 30,000 in one day, pure profit!

If it weren't for the fact that the factory was already sold out, Peng Shengli still wanted to buy. It's really the kind of atmosphere that is too warm, people who are usually frugal, when they see small flags for sale, they directly take out 5 yuan and 10 yuan, buy a bunch of them and distribute them to the marchers around them, and then wave the flags with both hands and shout Patriotic slogan.

Even Peng Shengli himself was infected, and he refused to sell the remaining half of the box. He ran wildly with the parade with the cardboard boxes in his arms, stuffing flags into people's hands as he ran. No money, free gift.

Back in the dormitory, Peng Shengli was quite embarrassed, scratching his head and said, "That... I'm afraid the account doesn't match up. When I got excited, I sent out the last half box of flags."

"Haha, it's okay, I'm happy." Nie Jun said with a smile.

Zhou Zhengyu asked: "You made thousands of dollars?"

Wang Bo said: "It must be tens of thousands."

Peng Shengli took out the money, counted and counted, and then calculated yesterday's data, put the money on the table and said: "Aside from the fare when purchasing and selling goods, and the cost of purchasing, we made a profit of 31,402 Ten 2 yuan and 5 cents."

"More than 30,000?" Li Yaolin was dumbfounded.

"Well, more than 30,000." Peng Shengli nodded.

Wang Bo said: "This money is too easy to earn."

Li Yaolin suddenly raised his fist and shouted: "Long live the motherland!" Then he sang again: "I love you, China! I love you, China! I love your vigorous seedlings in spring, and I love your golden fruits in autumn..."

"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Nie Jun said: "Divide the money. Those who participate in the sale and purchase of goods will receive 300 yuan per person for labor costs, and the rest will be distributed according to the investment ratio."

Wang Bo said: "300 yuan is too much labor fee, 100."

"Why are you being so generous? If I tell you to take it, just take it, 300 yuan is a fart." Zhou Zhengyu still has that bad temper, very arrogant, obviously well-intentioned, but it makes people listen to it.

Peng Shengli said: "Then let's take out the 122 yuan and 50 cents, and have dinner tonight to celebrate. The remaining money, Wang Bo and Li Yaolin, I, Wang Bo, and Li Yaolin will each pay 300 yuan for labor services. Then Song Weiyang will share 4,560 yuan, and Zhou Zhengyu will share 3,040 yuan." Nie Jun gets 6,080 yuan, Wang Bo gets 2,432 yuan, Li Yaolin gets 2,432 yuan, and the rest is 11,856 yuan for me.”

"Awesome, Lao Peng has become a millionaire!" Li Yaolin gave a thumbs up.

Peng Shengli was also very happy, and said cheerfully: "To get rich through work, to get rich through work, I have to thank a lot of motherland."

It is indeed getting rich through labor. The former poor boy in the mountainous area, the boy who only dared to eat cold steamed buns at school, became worth more than ten thousand before the end of his junior year. Although selling small flags is suspected of speculation, the cost of Peng Shengli's purchases is all earned by working part-time during winter and summer vacations. In these years, he has not returned to his hometown once, just to save some travel expenses.

There are also smart people like Peng Shengli in Fudan, and there are a few guys in the economics department next door who ride bicycles and wholesale a lot of "I? China" and "I? Hong Kong City" T-shirts. They sold them along the street, and many marchers bought them and took off their clothes and changed them on the spot.

"Hey, where's Lao Song?" Wang Bo asked.

Nie Jun said: "He went with his girlfriend, probably in the urban area, there are activities everywhere today."

Li Yaolin criticized: "It's too out of group, I didn't even accompany my girlfriend, I've been selling flags all morning."

Peng Shengli ran out with the money in his arms: "Let's have dinner together tonight, I'll save the money first, and send 3,000 yuan back to my parents by the way."

On July 1, the return of Hong Kong City, the whole country celebrated.

On the same day, international capital led by Quantum Fund sold a large number of Thai baht.

On July 2, the Thai government couldn't take it anymore and announced that it would abandon the fixed exchange rate. The Thai baht plummeted by 20% that day, and the whole of Asia was in turmoil.