Su Se choked again, with increasingly severe coughs. Guan Yugu seemed to love his pitiful state, leaning in front of Su Se, almost touching his face: “Old man, how come you haven’t mentioned anything to me? This might be what your mother said.”
Guan Yugu reminded: “He’s eating, don’t disturb him.”
Su Se insisted: “I’ve finished eating, you all eat.” Zhu Bing put down the book, and Song Yanruo really wasn’t stingy, gently pulling Su Se’s little finger downward. Su Se didn’t resist, and Summer, unable to bear it, used “Animal World” to make a note with a strange tone: “Hm, the timing is just right.”
Song Yanruo glanced at Guan Yugu, and Su Se quickly disappeared at that moment. Guan Yugu watched Su Se’s back with a thousand-mile laugh, while Summer looked horrified.
“I’m starting to believe you’re a devil,” Summer’s heart ached.
Song Yanruo shouted: “Let me replace you to watch him, otherwise I’ll sell your shares!”
This was a serious matter. Regarding the startup, Guan Yugu had already considered the rural area, which was mostly outsiders and many university students, relatively simple. The part-time work could support them, and Guan Yugu was an electrical engineering student.
In the evening, when removing the old-style degree and comparing it with the new school education, primary school was equivalent to childhood; middle school was equivalent to adulthood; university was equivalent to a master’s degree. Guan Yugu said they were classmates from childhood to adulthood, forming the “Three Masters Technology Development Limited Company” for the sake of unity. When chatting with the North Network, he learned about this unusual venture, strongly requesting to be called “Four Masters”, but since he wasn’t in Beijing, “Four” indeed didn’t work, and ultimately Song Yanruo abandoned the idea.
Guan Yugu and Song Yanruo formally arrived at the Zhongguancun to realize their dream that day, when the real estate building was being demolished. It was before 3 PM, and they walked on the main street of Zhongguancun, located between the post office and Hailong. They saw the original building collapse with a thunderous sound, rising like a white smoke flower. The early landmark building of Zhongguancun was saying goodbye, marking an era that belonged to it. Summer and Song Yanruo were excited.
He stood under the Hailong Building and took a two-square-meter booth, selling some low-end hardware like ticket machines and signs. He modified the course table, trying to complement each other as much as possible, always unable to find time to go to Zhongguancun in those days, and being a staff member was a relatively ideal method. This was very convenient for him, so Guan Yugu decided to take the big class.
In the midst of the hundred-story building between the middle and high-end customers, he held a mobile phone in his left hand and a keyboard in his right, knocking on doors one by one. This is truly a beautiful era, this is truly a beautiful world, this is the capital, the place where people’s hearts are directed. Here is not a mirage; we came from the Five Lakes and Four Seas to this place. The beautiful term “public welfare” is now shining on the blue sky above the village, as long as one makes an effort, everything is possible. This summer specially configured a basic Yaxia 5110 mobile phone, stationed in the countryside, adjusting and moving, so no matter how complicated the environment, customer calls will not be missed.
He searched for the lowest sales price of those cards.
“Each time I give you 5 yuan, taking the lowest in the entire village, as long as you give me cash.” This was the most frequent phrase during sales this summer. Cash was king, he knew well.
The reason for choosing low-end hardware was because these products had low technical content, and sales were unlikely to cause complex complications, suitable for novice entrepreneurs. Even so, being smooth was not inevitable. Some detailed customers even requested changing the lubricant on the machine, and some customers wanted a unique color and style, making the summer run around dozens of times.
The world always has people who can endure more bitterness. Not many days later, when the summer found another transaction, the customer had already been “dug away” by four yuan. Soon there would be three, two, one yuan, and finally about five cents would appear, ultimately resulting in market chaos, with some giving up, some returning to their hometowns, repeatedly mixing and cycling without pause. Most entrepreneurs were as low-end as the summer’s agency machine keyboard.
They were not for entrepreneurship, just for making money.
They did not understand the unfinished story below.
On the weekend, Gong Xu ran customers with the summer, efficiency higher than usual, and if sales were good, customers often abandoned “four yuan” and chose Gong Xu’s products.
“You’re so good at bargaining,” a customer privately told the summer, “You’re like fish cake powder.”
At noon, the two ate boxed rice. Gong Xu opened the small TV to watch midday news, asking her, hoping to become the reported person here. Looking at the current situation, how many years? Gong Xu responded: If you studied their resumes, most are about the same age as you, theoretically appearing in similar periods would require about thirty years. But now the land and atmosphere have changed, horizontal predictions are not as good as you.
Gong Xu had no clear words, but the summer understood. He wanted to stand with those respected people. He wanted to prove Gong Xu’s words were wrong. A sixteen-year-old girl, what could she say about a man’s future with a million hearts?
The word most frequently asked during media interviews was “first-tier gold”. No one could clearly say how much this gold standard was. Basically, as long as the number makes the entrepreneur’s cause produce the first historical rise, then this money should be considered the first-tier gold.
Excluding seasonal platform cash, intermediary registration company costs, second-hand market miscellaneous expenses, calculated monthly, “Three Progressives” could achieve profitability in half a year. After the first month’s profit and Gong Xu’s split, debt on the summer’s account finally began to decrease. Reducing this number in the summer’s view was life’s first-tier gold. On a white paper, drawing a black path, one always has some sense of achievement. Those doing business are like this – once supporting something in a blank space, they will definitely be excited.
Some people took the initiative to find the summer. A few twenty-something young people came, and the summer remembered them selling keyboards on the third floor.
The summer heat was scorching, and the leader’s designated messenger shouted: “Sheep Mala’s son dares to provoke the client!” Ma Xia rushed out from the car platform to fight.
The battle here lasted three to five hours without anyone reporting. The crowd quickly cleared the scene to let the young pioneers fight.
The young pioneers fought from the first to the second floor, following Ma Xia near the TV drama strategy, casually grabbing items around the console: keyboard, mouse, machine cover, power plug, and other things to use as weapons. Worried about public safety, the messenger quickly evacuated to the underground parking lot. The parking lot was a good place, and a few of them did not rush to attack. The messenger watched them running between the parking lot’s pillars and throwing stones. Ma Xia was fully armed, holding two of the largest fragments, turning to face them.
