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Chapter 15 Bet
  He has been thinking about how to set up a stall recently.

People in this era are generally very conservative in their thinking. This has just entered the golden age of the market economy, and they are completely ignorant of how to set up a stall and do a good business.

If he wants to learn, he doesn't know who to ask for advice. It's impossible for colleagues to teach you, and most of his relatives and friends are working people and not doing business.

And Song Xiaoran's words were like opening a window.

That is to think from the customer's perspective.

Although it didn't make him an instant enlightenment, he could already vaguely see a glimmer of light in the vast space outside through the window.

At this moment, Zhao Shaokang looked at Song Xiaoran with admiration in his eyes, feeling that although she was younger than him, she could be his teacher in this regard.

He was really curious about whether she was born so smart, or did she learn it from a big shot like Director Song?

"Sister Xiaoran, you are so right." Zhao Xinxin also benefited a lot and kept what Song Xiaoran said in mind, "What else is there?"

"There are also some little tricks, hey, it's not free content."

Although it feels very, very satisfying to teach future business leaders how to set up a stall!

But Song Xiaoran still hasn't forgotten that the most important thing at the moment is to make money for herself.

She couldn't help but look at Zhao Shaokang and Song Ximing who were standing aside. She wanted to give some reaction to this.

Song Ximing didn't understand.

Zhao Shaokang understood and said bluntly: "You want money?"

"That's right! All hits!"

Song Xiaoran said calmly, not hiding it at all.

In less than an hour, she really refreshed his knowledge again and again, filling him with surprises and surprises!
  In this day and age, how could anyone ask for money so directly?
  Not to mention the close relationship between himself and the Song family, normal people would not be able to open their mouths.

Being humane and saving face is what comes first in everyone's mind in this era.

If it were someone else, they might have scolded Song Xiaoran and coaxed her away, breaking off their friendship from now on.

But Zhao Shaokang was not annoyed at all, and he was not disgusted at all. First of all, he originally thought that there was nothing wrong with asking for compensation according to work. If others can help him make more money, then isn't it a matter of course that he pays others money? ? If you don't give money, isn't it just taking advantage of others?
  However, it is also somewhat funny.

Just now, he was suspicious of Song Xiaoran and felt that something was wrong. But now that he has changed his mind, he doesn't feel disgusted with anything she does. He even feels that Song Xiaoran like this is more real and frank.

Unlike anyone else he'd met.

Song Xiaoran really inspired him a lot. Even if she didn't continue to talk about her "little tips for setting up a stall", he would still be willing to give money as long as she spoke.

But, it would be better if I could hear or learn more from her?
  How about giving her a little stimulation?
  When he thought of this, Zhao Shaokang stopped admiring his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked a little angry and unwilling: "How much do you want?"

[Hehe, even though he is so reluctant, he is still willing to give it. What a boss pattern! The first pot of gold for setting up this stall will come from you! 】

Song Xiaoran was mentally calculating what price to offer.

Song Ximing was anxious first: "Sister, if you have any idea, just say it. How can you still ask for money? You don't know, we..."

Zhao Shaokang stopped him directly and said coldly: "If you really have any good ideas that can help me, I can give you money. Hum, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

Song Xiaoran was not polite and raised three fingers: "Then 3000."

[3000 is just enough to pay off the family’s debt first! 】

"3000!!"

Zhao Xinxin was shocked, and her good impression of this sister fell instantly.
  "We can't make 3 in 3000 months, why are you so embarrassed to ask for it?! Why don't you just grab it."

Song Xiaoran was not annoyed and smiled brightly at her: "Sister, I will teach you another lesson, how to make money by relying on words and your experience. What you can sell is not just goods."

Zhao Xinxin,...

What you earn is our family’s money!
  Can I not pay the course fee?
  "3000 is not impossible." Looking at her bright and sweet smile, Zhao Shaokang paused for a moment, then quickly regained his composure and said,

"But you have to prove that your idea is worth 3000." Once Song Xiaoran heard that there was a way, his smile became brighter and he said confidently:
  "Starting from tomorrow night, as long as you leave the stall to me for three days, you will all obey my instructions. I guarantee that you will earn at least 3000 more."

"It's like you said you can earn so much, I can give it to you." Zhao Shaokang looked at her deeply again, and finally added fuel to her fire:

"But if you mess around and mess with me, I'm warning you, I won't give anyone any face."

Song Xiaoran was not afraid of his threat, raised her head, confidently stretched out her hand and said: "It's a deal!"

"...What are you reaching for?"

"High five!"

Snapped!
  "..." Song Xiaoran's little face twisted in pain, and was no longer sweet.

Are all men’s hands so strong?

Her palms were red.

Zhao Shaokang put his hands behind his back and clenched his fists with an indifferent expression, but there was a trace of annoyance in his eyes.

Oops, it was so strong that it hurt her without stopping.
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  After 1 o'clock in the morning, there are not many people in the night market here, and it starts to become sparse.

The small vendors here are also gradually leaving.

The four of them also started to close the stall.

Zhao Shaokang rented a small bungalow on the next street for only 50 yuan a month, which is convenient for storing clothes.

Song Ximing helped him deliver the clothes to the small warehouse on a cart, and Zhao Shaokang took his sister home on his bicycle.

Song Ximing took Song Xiaoran back home.

At this time, the canteen at the door was still open.

Song Xiaoran glanced at the public phone on the small table outside the window of the canteen, and touched his pocket. He only brought 20 yuan with him this time. After calculation, it might not be enough. He said to Song Ximing:

"Brother, give me 20 yuan."

Song Ximing rummaged through his pocket and took out only 15 yuan: "It seems not enough 20. Is 15 enough?"

Song Xiaoran took it and said, "That's probably enough."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"Call up!"

"What phone number? It costs 15 yuan!"

"15 yuan is not enough! International long distance calls cost 10 yuan per minute, so you have to prepare at least 30 yuan!"

Song Xiaoran also felt a little hurt, but decided to make a call. She jumped off the trolley and went to the public phone.

[It should be afternoon in the beautiful country. My second brother must not have slept. I haven’t called him for a long time. I have to tell him this time when I leave home. It just so happens that I also have something to ask him for. 】

Here, Song Ximing heard her voice and knew that this expensive phone call was to her second brother.

At first, I was confused about who this second brother was, since I didn’t have any younger brothers. Then I thought that it should be Song Ziren, the second son of Director Song’s family who was studying abroad.

The second brother of the Song family went abroad to study and was said to be a great doctor. And I, alas, have to get up early to collect scraps.

Thinking of this, Song Ximing couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't want to or even dared not listen to what his sister said:
  "Oh, sister, you call me and I'll park the car in front."

"Okay, brother." Song Xiaoran held the phone between his arms, nodded, and dialed his second brother's number in the beautiful country.

Song Ximing parked the cart in front of the building and locked it, watching his sister's happy smile after answering the phone from a distance, feeling a little bitter in his heart.

(End of this chapter)