Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Shi Gui ran back to his friend's residence as quickly as possible, picked up the test paper and ran to the first middle school.

Opening up the situation is the most important thing. If all the students in No. 1 Middle School use this test paper, students and teachers from other schools will most likely also choose this set of test papers.

Wang Meng also helped to take a bundle, but he was out of breath.

At the back door of No. 1 Middle School, there are already more than ten students waiting there.

After a little inspection, the representatives of several classes completely divided the test papers.

Yang Rui had strict requirements when printing mimeograph papers. When wax paper was used, it was discarded. Newly printed papers had to be fully air-dried. In terms of quality, they were several times more than the ones printed in the school.

After all, the papers printed in schools, whether teachers or students, do not have the energy and concept to do strict quality control. Most of them choose hard work and thrift.

Yang Rui followed his instructor to see many large domestic and foreign companies, and the simple assembly line procedures were also well designed.

Shi Gui stood on the curb in the back garden to collect money. After a while, his trouser pocket was filled with change.

No. 1 Middle School is the largest middle school in Xi County. There are 12 classes in total for the graduating class and the returning class. Compared with Xibao Middle School, its teaching quality and admission rate are much higher. Last year, more than one student passed the exam. In junior colleges, 6 of them have gone to undergraduates, and the surrounding students have to go inside if they squeeze their heads, just for the odds.

Correspondingly, the requirements of the County No. 1 Middle School are much higher. If you are not a student of this school, you will have to pay tuition or miscellaneous fees of RMB ten times that of other ordinary middle schools.

Even so, qualified families in the county will try their best to send their children.

Compared to other high costs, a set of 2 cents test paper is the most normal consumption, and only more than one hundred and fifty test papers are nothing.

Leave the last few papers to Wang Meng, Shi Gui gave him a pack of cigarettes, and said: "You can watch the school for me first, and then if you have anything you need, please remember it for me. I'll go to Xibao. Telegram, let them send the test papers."

Wang Meng agreed happily, and watched Shi Guishen rushing out of his sight with envious.

Shi Gui did not hesitate to choose the telegram. In order to explain the situation, he used 16 words to describe the situation: sold out, 200 copies have been pre-sold, and new goods are sent to the gear factory.

The post office telegram costs 3 cents a word, 16 characters cost four cents, and another cent of the telegraphic paper money, totaling four cents, is more expensive than buying a large front door.

Shi Gui felt painful when he paid the money, but he was happy again when he thought that he had just sold the set of test papers in a daze.

The set of test papers is yuan, and he can be divided into six yuan, this number is quite a lot, if you add the set of more demanding, then there will be 8 yuan waiting for him.

This is just the beginning.

Shi Gui felt that he had grasped something important.

The only thing that worries him is whether Yang Rui's production can keep up.

The set is now a sheet of paper. If you want to expand sales, you will naturally have to produce more test papers. Shi Gui is now beginning to regret why he didn't insist on finding a printing factory.

Of course, he just thought about it. Yang Rui looked for someone to find out the strict procedures of the printing factory, but he didn't make any contribution at all, and maybe he would lose his share by then.

Thinking of this, Shigui paused and reconsidered the issue of shares mentioned by Yang Rui.

At noon the next day.

Shi Gui met the two students who came to deliver the goods. They took the morning bus and called for a tricycle. The body was full and people could only sit on both sides.

"You sign for it." A student handed Shi Gui a list that looked like a receipt, which was also mimeographed.

Shi Gui pointed to himself in surprise, and asked, "Don't you know me?"

"I know."

"Then what to sign?"

"If you don't sign, how does Brother Rui know whether you took the test paper or I took it." The student who spoke handed over the receipt again.

Shi Gui wrote the name irritably, and then asked caringly: "How many sets did you take?"

"Sleeve." The two students opened the cloth bag of the back bucket, and the hard-shell paper test papers inside were neatly bundled.

"So much?" Shi Gui wanted to come, and it would be nice to send a set.

The two students looked at each other and laughed. The one who talked earlier was a little stronger and said first: "Brother Rui said you would ask. In the past month, we have at least this amount."

"How can this be done?"

"You called by telegram yesterday, and Brother Rui paid his part-time salary by himself. One dime per hour of part-time job, the first-year high school students were crazy." Another student whispered, "Brother Rui only gave it back. It’s a part-time job in the class, otherwise, the set is easy."

"Will there be more next month?" Shi Gui hurriedly asked.

The other party shook his head and said, "Brother Rui said that another set might be released next month, depending on when the market is saturated."

Shi Gui nodded seemingly.

However, he quickly put the matter behind and sold the test papers in the car is the most important thing.

While Yang Rui was preparing teaching funds for himself, Zhao Dannian also came to the Municipal Education Bureau to ask for funds and support for Xibao Middle School.

The school itself is not profitable. Even if the tuition and miscellaneous fees are collected, the amount is far from enough to cover the expenses, not to mention the tuition fees still have to be paid.

Zhao Dannian makes several trips to the Education Bureau every year. This time he has an extra job to inquire about the publication of the latest teaching materials.

Although his rank is not high, his qualifications are old, and he knows a lot of people in the bureau. He watched the door of a deputy director's office open and got in.

"Huh, old Zhao is here?"

"Lao Feng? Are you promoted?" Zhao Dannian was really an old friend and laughed happily.

"Just one director, the fifty-year-old director is no use. Come, come, sit down." Lao Feng put down the pen in his hand and came out from behind the desk.

Zhao Dannian sat unceremoniously on the sand in the room and asked, "Do you care about the money?"

Lao Feng poured water and said decisively: "No matter."

"Do you care?"

"All personnel affairs belong to the director."

"It doesn't matter?" Zhao Dannian said what he thought of.

Old Feng nodded.

Zhao Dannian's eyeballs turned: "Is it all about infrastructure management?"

"Regardless of."

"Then what's the use of you?" Zhao Dan blew up his beard with anger.

Lao Feng was aggrieved by what he said. After thinking for a long time, he continued to pour the water and said: "I used to write textbooks, but now I still write textbooks. The deputy director is to solve the problem of my treatment."

"Textbook compilation, textbook compilation..." Zhao Dannian muttered a few words, slapped his legs, and said: "Textbook compilation is also okay. I just want to ask you whether the province has recently released new internal materials? For the college entrance examination."

"No such thing." Lao Feng put down the teapot and said affirmatively.

Zhao Dannian didn't believe it: "You can't bluff me."

"What are you doing? Hey, I said Lao Zhao, if you don't take advantage or go through the back door, you will be unwilling?" Lao Feng teased a few words, patted his forehead, and said: "I almost forgot, just to ask you Anyway, if you don’t come, I still have to call you."

Zhao Dannian looked at him strangely: "What are you asking me?"

"Does your school have a teacher named Yang Rui?" Old Feng asked seriously.

Zhao Dannian flashed student Yang Rui in his mind, then shook his head and said, "There is no teacher named Yang Rui."

"You old Zhao are not authentic." Old Feng leaned forward slightly, smiling like a withered flower, and said, "I will borrow a few days if I don't ask you for someone."

Zhao Dannian became more vigilant: "You said why first?"

"You do not know?"

"What do you know?" Zhao Dannian was afraid of his misunderstanding, UU reading www.uukanshu.com explained: "I came to the city a few days ago, and I haven't had time to call the school."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be a fake, Lao Feng got up to the magazine rack, took a stack of newspapers, turned out the top one, and put it on the coffee table, saying: "Look, there is an article in this issue of the Middle School Student Herald. The article is signed by Yang Rui of Xibao Middle School in Xi County, Hedong Province. I read the article twice and wrote it clearly, methodically, and step by step... Such talents should be placed in the village... It is better to lend them to me first, and people make the best use of their talents..."

After all the saliva he said was dry, he stopped and picked up the cup, only to see Zhao Dannian look weird.

Lao Feng felt that there was a play, and hurriedly said, "Don't let it go. One can't bear it. It's the young man's future that is delayed. The Middle School Student Herald is a hard-core provincial academic magazine, and the tofu pieces in those newspapers are different. It can be used for awards. It’s not easy for someone to write such an article. You have to be considerate, don’t you?"

Zhao Dannian's expression is even stranger.

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