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Chapter 66 Consumption 1
  What Song Xiaoran gave to Song Wenxuan was a domestic black fountain pen with a simple and traditional shape, but the workmanship was very delicate and heavy. A small seal character "Song" was specially engraved on the pen.

The pen cost her 300 yuan.

Although the money is not very much, it is even cheaper than the cigarettes and alcohol given to Grandpa Qian.

But this was a gift for her father, and the price was out of her consideration. At first glance, she thought the pen looked good and was suitable for Lao Song, so she bought it.

Whether it's 300 or 3000, what difference does it make to a person of Lao Song's status?

It matters who sends it!
  Song Wenxuan felt a little embarrassed when he took the pen. He was reluctant to use it directly. When he put it away, he felt that he had failed his daughter. After thinking about it, he simply put it in his chest pocket first.

"Haha, dad, you are such a special agency leader. When I see you, I can't help but stand at attention and salute. Hello, chief!"

Song Xiaoran couldn't help but joke about Lao Song.

Song Wenxuan ignored Song Xiaoran's teasing. He thought it was good to leave it like this. He could easily take it with him and lower his head to see it. He would always be happy to see it.

The father and daughter had just chatted for a few words when Secretary Yao came in.

Secretary Yao put down the urgent document in hand and looked sideways at Song Xiaoran with a look that said he was sorry for disturbing her.

Song Xiaoran also wisely stood up and said goodbye: "Dad, I'm leaving first. I'll come see you in a few days."

Song Wenxuan frowned, with a displeased look on his face: "We haven't seen each other for so long and we'll be leaving in less than ten minutes. You sit aside and wait for me. When we get off work at noon, let's go home and have a meal together."

Let's forget about having dinner with that mother and daughter.

"Oh, Dad, I also have something to do, and I have an appointment with someone else. Next time, next time."

Song Xiaoran came to the door in three steps and two steps at a time, opened the door and turned around to wave,

"Dad, you're gone! I'll see you again in two days."

"Hey, you stinky girl!" Song Wenxuan sighed helplessly. When he lowered his head and saw the pen on his chest, he felt somewhat comforted and felt better.
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  After coming out of the Dachang office area, Song Xiaoran rode to the scrap collection station.

This time I came here, the atmosphere was completely different from the deserted atmosphere last time.

As soon as I turned into the alley, I saw a group of scavengers who couldn't squeeze through the door, so they could only crowd together and pile up at the door.

Not only were various three-wheeled carts filled with scrap metal parked at the door, but there were also two small pickup trucks. There were some rusty mechanical parts in the dump truck at the back, and a few strong men were unloading the parts.

"How did you get in such a narrow alley?"

Song Xiaoran murmured in a low voice and couldn't help but praise the driver's driving skills. Then he stopped the bicycle, walked towards the door, stood on tiptoes, and shouted inside at the top of his lungs:

"Brother, Zhao Shaokang! I'm coming."

Squeezing into a group of scavenging brothers and sisters is really a bit of a grievance for my small body, so I might as well embarrass my throat.

Zhao Shaokang in the yard heard Song Xiaoran's voice, said a few words to Song Ximing who was busy on the side, and walked out straight away.

Song Ximing looked up and was too busy to go there. He could only wave to his sister and say hello, but he just stared at the items being weighed and sorted into categories.

Song Xiaoran and Zhao Shaokang took two steps, a little further away from the crowd at the door: "How come business has become so good!" Zhao Shaokang joked: "That's all thanks to you!"

Song Xiaoran cooperated with Zhao Shaokang and pinched his waist to make a gesture: "Xiao Kangzi, if you don't reply, I will drag you out and kill you."

Zhao Shaokang smiled and explained: "Now not only the Dachang area, but also the scrap iron from Nancheng and Xicheng come to us to sell it. Jiangnan Iron and Steel also introduces some big jobs from time to time. Look over there -"

He pointed at the pickup truck parked next to him, "There is a factory on the outskirts of the city whose equipment has been obsolete, and some of the old equipment is here as scrap metal. We transport it directly to the steel factory for processing raw materials in whole pieces. We now I only help the steel mill to collect scrap iron, but I don’t collect other items anymore, so I’m too busy.”

Song Xiaoran understood and couldn't help but sigh, it was tied to the steel factory, it was really easy to enjoy the shade with the big tree behind it.

Although this was based on her own connections and was suspected of unfair competition, she didn't feel any burden.

After all, Zhao Shaokang and his brother acted fairly, bought and sold clearly, and in-depth cooperation with the steel mills was a win-win situation for themselves, the steel mills, and the scavengers, and no one was cheating anyone.

Just listen to Zhao Shaokang say again: "The monthly income of this place should be 5000 or 6000 now, and it will only be more in the future. I will hand it over to your brother after I prepare this place. I don't care, the money I make will be It's all your brother's. Then leave the stall to my aunt and uncle first, so Xinxin can keep an eye on it and take care of the accounts when they have time."

Song Xiaoran blinked and asked curiously: "Are you going to clean up and leave the house? Then why are you going?"

"I'll join you and let's make money together." Zhao Shaokang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I will follow you from now on. I will do whatever you do. I will never leave you."

"Tch, you have a beautiful idea," Song Xiaoran blushed slightly and spat at him, "If you don't help and just rely on my brother, you want to tire him to death."

Zhao Shaokang shrugged: "It would be great if we let him recruit two more people."

Song Xiaoran thought about it, it was true, she had to get used to recruiting employees.

Including the milk tea shop that is about to open, it also needs to recruit employees.

With just a few of them, there is a serious shortage of manpower.

Although it feels a little refreshing to be a capitalist, Song Xiaoran is still a little stressed when he thinks that when he opens his eyes, he has to pay N employees' money, pay for the house water and electricity, and deal with the relationship with the employees.

Zhao Shaokang asked: "What should we do next?"

Song Xiaoran thought for a while: "Let's go to the department store in Nancheng."

"What are you going for?"

"I'll buy you a pager. We agreed two days ago."

Zhao Shaokang took a breath, but still felt a little heartbroken: "That thing costs more than 2000. Why don't we save money now!
  And now you don’t need to look for me. I go downstairs to you early every morning to call you downstairs. "

"You are a primary school student, and you still want me to go to school with you every day." Song Xiaoran rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "Even if we don't eat, drink or spend money for two months now, the total savings won't be enough for 50. We mainly rely on It’s open source, and what we pursue is a speed at which we can make money.”

Zhao Shaokang thought about it and realized that it was indeed correct.

Small wealth depends on saving, big wealth depends on spending. Only those who can spend money will make money back.

Song Xiaoran added: "I am also planning to add a color TV to my home. Counting snowflakes in front of the black and white TV after dinner every day is enough."

Now that I have made money, I bought a gift for my father. How can I live without adding something big to my home? !
  (End of this chapter)