Mixed in 1980

Chapter 127 Negotiations at the Pen Factory

"Zheng Yana, you only got 189 yuan, so you shouldn't be short of money, right?"

The boss would definitely like such motivated people if they were put into a company, but a society is not a company after all, it is just a simulation of a company.

It will take some time for Chen Fan to get a project.

Zheng Yana was unhappy but said frankly: "Who would complain about having too much money? Our club will screen out 100 people next year. If I am screened out, I have to make more money now."

Chen Fan frowned and pondered for a while: "I have to go to the Magic City tomorrow. I will talk about it after I come back from the Magic City. It will take a while. I don't have any ideas."

Zheng Yana nodded and asked him to pay more attention to it. Chen Fan didn't say much. He said he had to pack his luggage and rode away on his bicycle with Zeng Ali.

As usual, when they returned home, Xu Jinqiu had already prepared the dishes. Zeng Ali started cooking as soon as she came back, and Chen Fan provided technical guidance on the side.

"Wife, you really won't come with us?"

Chen Fan picked up a piece of meat and chewed it carefully. Zeng Ali's cooking skills had improved a lot and were much better than when he first came.

Xu Jinqiu swallowed the meat in his mouth and said, "You guys go and do your work. I won't join in the fun. I still have to go to class. You guys go early and come back early."

Chen Fan put down his chopsticks: "It will take three or four days at the earliest. Don't you want to go to the Magic City for a stroll? And go see Xiaoyu by the way. That girl must be thinking about you."

"I have to go to school and go with you guys. I must fail the final exam." Xu Jinqiu put down his chopsticks, looking dull and sighing uncontrollably.

After entering university, Xu Jinqiu found that her brain was not enough, or she was not as smart as her classmates.

Xu Jinqiu knew exactly how she got into university. It was all because of Chen Fan's predictions of the questions. It would have been impossible for her to get into university based on her real abilities.

Beijing Normal University is a key university, and it is not easy to get in. Xu Jinqiu soon discovered that not only was her foundation inferior to her classmates, but her comprehension ability was also inferior to theirs.

Although I worked very hard, I was always among the bottom five in the class.

As for why he was not the last, it was purely because a few of them were not serious. This made Xu Jinqiu doubt his own IQ.

Chen Fan used to say that he was very stupid, but Xu Jinqiu still didn't accept it. But now, looking back, she has to admit that Chen Fan has a very good eye for people.

This girl has always been self-aware.

After dinner, as usual, I turned on the tape recorder, took my elder sister to dance to the music, took a shower, and went back to the room to study.

"Student Chen Fan, can we discuss something?"

Xu Jinqiu flipped through the book, raised one foot, put it on Chen Fan's thigh, and raised an eyebrow: "Going to the Magic City this time, what a great opportunity."

"What opportunity?" Chen Fan glanced at her.

"Playing dumb?"

Xu Jinqiu pursed her lips, pointing towards Zeng Ali's room. Chen Fan was so angry that he slapped her instep hard: "Xu Jinqiu, are you testing me?"

Xu Jinqiu felt pain, rubbed the back of her foot, stood up and sat on Chen Fan's thigh: "Chen Fan, I'm serious, my elder sister is so flexible, don't you have any ideas?"

"I have an idea about you!"

Chen Fan picked her up and went straight to the bed. The atmosphere in the room became charming. What was rare was that Xu Jinqiu did not run to Zeng Ali's side tonight.

Early the next morning, Chen Fan and Zeng Ali took the school's letter of introduction and certificate and went straight to the airport. After a tedious ticket-buying process, they finally got on the plane.

After several hours of flying, they landed at Hongqiao Airport. When the two came out of the airport, there was a long line of tricycles lined up at the airport entrance.

Zeng Ali took a look and couldn't help laughing: "These cars are so strange, just like turtles."

A three-wheeled motorcycle with a shed at the back and a shell at the front. Its shape is like a turtle with its head sticking out, and it looks inexplicably funny.

“Is there a possibility that this kind of car is called a turtle car?”

Chen Fan carried his luggage and walked towards the nearest tricycle. Zeng Ali followed behind him carrying a bag and couldn't help but complain: "Nonsense, how can it be called such a name."

Chen Fan had already stopped in front of a tricycle and deliberately glanced at Zeng Ali: "Master, is this tricycle of yours called a turtle tricycle?"

"Yes, it's called the Turtle Car. Where are you going?"

Zeng Ali was dumbfounded when he heard this. Do people in Shanghai name their cars so vividly? If he were to hail a taxi on the road, he would wave and say, "Turtle car..."

If it were in the capital, I would probably get a beating.

At Chen Fan's invitation, Zeng Ali got on the turtle car and heard Chen Fan say, "Master, let's go to the guesthouse on Qilianshan Road."

The master started the turtle car and drove forward at a snail's pace: "Are you going to the Hero Pen Factory to do some business?"

Chen Fan was surprised: "How do you know?"

The master smiled and said, "Many people come from other places and go to Qilianshan Road to grab orders from the Hero Pen Factory. I have pulled them over several times."

"Hero pens are in short supply?"

"Of course not. My friend's son works in the pen factory. He said that there are not enough pens to sell. Companies from other places have to beg for orders." The master said proudly.

"Hearing what you said, I'm afraid things won't be easy for us this time." "Take your time, it's the same for everyone. There are just too many people trying to grab orders, so we specially built a guesthouse on Qilianshan Road. When you move in later, you'll find that it's full of competitors."

Chen Fan was secretly surprised, he was indeed a fountain pen giant.

Ten minutes later, the turtle car stopped at the Qilianshan Road Guesthouse. The two went to the front desk to check in. The waiter looked at them strangely and said, "Please show us your marriage certificate."

Zeng Ali blushed and quickly explained: "Hello, comrade, we don't have a marriage certificate."

The waiter hummed, "You can't live together without a marriage certificate."

Zeng Ali was stunned for a moment, then took out the letter of introduction with a smile: "Comrade, we are colleagues, and we came to Shanghai for business. Please help us get two rooms."

The waiter took the residence certificate and checked me in, but still reminded me: "Without a marriage certificate, men and women are not allowed to live together. Be careful after dark, there may be police inspections."

"..."

Zeng Ali smiled bitterly. What does this waiter mean? But this kind of thing will only make things worse. Chen Fan didn't say a word.

Take the key and leave quickly.

It was just past two in the afternoon. After entering the room and putting away the luggage, Zeng Ali came out again with the documents. He first went to the canteen of the guesthouse to eat, and then went straight to the pen factory.

The specifications of the pen factory are quite high. There are two guards standing guard. Chen Fan walked over and took out a cigarette and handed it to them. As the saying goes, cigarettes build bridges and wine paves the way, and greeting people with a smile is the way of the world.

After doing all this, Chen Fan took out the letter of introduction from his pocket: "Comrade, is your Director Tao here? We made an appointment with him yesterday."

The guard took the letter of introduction and looked at it carefully: "Are you from Jingcheng University? Director Tao specifically told me to take you in directly this morning."

"Please!"

Chen Fan followed the guard all the way to the fourth floor. The guard knocked on the door of an office and said, "Director Tao, guests from Jingcheng University are here."

Tao Manjiang stood up hurriedly, put on a smiling face, took two steps forward, and welcomed the guests to the reception area next to him: "Junior brother Chen Fan, is the teacher in good health?"

Chen Fan originally wanted to address him as "Director Tao", but when he heard him mention "junior", he swallowed his words and said, "Hello, Senior Tao, the old man is in good health, but he has a bad temper. If he is not satisfied, he will scold you."

Being scolded means that the teacher values you.

Tao Manjiang understood and invited Chen Fan to sit down. He took out a cigarette and started to make tea: "The teacher has not changed. The requirement for students is that they cannot be fooled."

Chen Fan took the cigarette and smiled slightly: "That's not the case. A while ago, I was forced by the old man to start a poverty alleviation project. I wanted to deal with it, but the old man put pressure on me instead."

While making tea, Tao Manjiang said, "Teacher didn't explain in detail on the phone. What is the specific situation of your project?"

Chen Fan gave a general introduction to the club's situation. Tao Manjiang couldn't help but be surprised. No wonder the teacher valued him and was able to carry out such a big project in the school.

"I originally planned to start a project with 50 people, but I didn't expect the old man to be so cruel. The number of people suddenly increased to 240. Now I'm looking for help from my senior." Chen Fan took the opportunity to play the victim.

Tao Manjiang first served them tea, then took out a cigarette and lit it: "Junior brother has this sentiment, doing poverty alleviation in school, as a senior, I can support it, and I will definitely not refuse."

"Thank you, Senior. I came here mainly to seek cooperation."

Chen Fan lit up the cigarette and took a puff: "When we first established this project, the core was to have our own profit mechanism and to achieve win-win cooperation with the outside world."

"Assistant Zeng, please introduce him to the senior."

Zeng Ali understood and took out the publishing contract signed between the society and the publishing house from her bag.

"Director Tao, this is the teaching aid project we are currently working on. We have already signed a publishing agreement with Beijing Publishing House for 10 copies of the first teaching aid."

"Your project is quite profitable." Tao Manjiang took the contract, glanced at the amount on it, and was slightly surprised.

Twenty seven hundred yuan is not a small amount.

Zeng Ali nodded slightly and introduced: "Our club has a total of 18 editing teams. Within a month at the latest, all 18 teaching aids will be compiled and completed. We have reached a cooperation intention with the publishing house and they will be available on the market in the short term."

Zeng Ali took out a cover made by the publishing house from her bag and said, "Take a look. This is the cover we made. We also want to work with you on this project."

The cover design is very eye-catching. In addition to the title of the book, it is almost impossible to avoid seeing the photo on the picture, which is a Hero pen.

The fountain pen is held in the hand of a lively young girl, who is writing a line of words: Everything in the world is contained in it, writing an extraordinary life.

Tao Manjiang understood that this was for advertising.

Hero Pen has placed advertisements in some magazines and newspapers, and has special billboards in many bookstores, but this is the first time it has advertised in this way.

Zeng Ali introduced: "Director Tao, compared with other advertising methods, placing advertisements on our teaching aids has the most accurate target audience."

Students are the most direct users of fountain pens.

Tao Manjiang did not deny it, but frowned slightly: "The target users are indeed very accurate, but the advertisement is not obvious and may not necessarily play a promotional role."

After thinking for a moment, he added: "In fact, many people will not pay attention to the pen, but just think of it as a nice picture, nothing more."

PS: Here is the first update. I have a fever, feel a little confused, and had diarrhea six times. I feel like I am going to die.

(End of this chapter)