My 1978 Hotel

"Good boy, what's going on?"

Han Futian took the money and without waiting for Han Fuguo to speak, he pulled Li Feng aside to ask about the source of the extra money.

"Nothing. We were delivering goods and ran into a neighbor who saw the desk and bookshelf and liked them so much that he ordered five more sets. He paid a five-dollar deposit for each set." Li Feng waved his hand and said nonchalantly. "I was thinking of getting ten or eight sets, but who knew there would only be five."

"Good boy, now I have five more sets, which is three hundred dollars."

If you buy dried sweet potatoes, there are tens of thousands of kilograms, and each family can get 60 to 70 kilograms, which is enough to eat for half a month if you save some. This kid said it easily at that time, and Han Futian quickly entered the account, just a dozen abacus beads.

"its not right."

“Is this money too little?”

Han Futian counted several times. "Three pieces missing?"

"It's time for lunch. I originally had food coupons, but forget it. Just consider it as my contribution to the team." Li Feng waved his hand indifferently.

"What do you mean?"

"Three dollars for a meal?"

"To be exact, it's three yuan and forty-eight cents, plus five catties of food coupons."

Li Feng said calmly. "It's nothing, just a small amount of money, Uncle Futian, I won't bother with the team."

"You don't care about the team?"

Han Futian's eyes widened and he said, "What a joke! How can this be accounted for? If you don't make it a matter of fact with the team, the team will make it a matter of fact with you."

"Anmin, what's going on?"

Han Fuguo frowned slightly as he listened, and Han Anmin had no choice but to tell him everything. "I originally said I would come back to eat."

"I am also responsible for this."

Han Fuqiang sighed, thinking that he should have stopped it.

"We need to talk this over."

Han Futian glanced at Han Fuguodao.

Li Feng looked at their expressions and understood a little. "Uncle Fuguo, Uncle Futian, Uncle Fuqiang, Anmin, you are right. I need to teach you a lesson about this matter."

"Teach us a lesson?"

"Yes."

Li Feng pulled a stool over and sat down. "Uncle Futian, give me these ten dollars first."

"What?"

"I'm planning to treat Public Security Wu and Team Leader Chen to a meal next week. This ten yuan is for the meal."

Li Feng casually put it in his pocket. "As for the income, just write it down as promotion fee."

"What's the matter?"

Promotion fee, what is that? Han Futian was a little confused, and Han Fuguo and others stared at Li Feng with their eyes wide open. Ten dollars to treat people to a meal, how many dishes should be ordered, and probably two bottles of good wine.

Even the national leaders don’t have such high standards. As for promotion fees, he doesn’t even understand anything about them.

"Promotion fee."

Seeing that a few people didn’t understand, Li Feng gave a brief explanation.

"But this is too extravagant and wasteful."

"Yeah, how can you say that?"

Han Fuguo wanted to say that this kind of evil trend should not exist, but Li Feng's next words stopped Han Fuguo from saying anything.

"Uncle Fuguo, Uncle Futian, if you think this money shouldn't be spent, then forget it. But if we don't reach our goal by then, don't blame me for not telling you in advance." Li Feng said. "Actually, I personally don't care."

"It's just a missed meal, but this is the way of the world, courtesy and reciprocity. If you don't go, don't expect others to come. They give you face, but you don't catch it and it falls to the ground. I'm afraid we won't have any more interactions in the future."

"Goal, what goal?"

Han Futian did distill some key points.

"We should always set a goal when buying furniture, right?"

“How many sets are you selling?”

Han Anmin said in a low voice that he was most afraid to speak nonsense here.

"What's the goal? Of course, the more we sell, the better."

"That's true, but we need to have a rough estimate. We should follow this estimate. Otherwise, if we don't have a target and just sell as much as we can, that won't work." Li Feng waved his hand. "Uncle Futian, what do you think?"

"It would be best if we could sell fifty sets."

Han Futian calculated that fifty sets were worth 3,000 yuan, and there were about 150 households. If each family received about 20 yuan, it would be enough to buy thousands of kilograms of dried sweet potatoes. Together with some food and game distributed by the team, it would not be a problem to survive the winter and the beginning of next spring.

"Fifty sets is too few."

Li Feng waved his hand. "In my opinion, fifty sets are not enough. There are many children and elderly people in our team. I think buying two hundred sets will be enough."

"Why don't we set a small goal and sell it for 10,000 yuan."

"Pfft."

Han Anmin and Han Fuqiang were so excited that they spit out water from their mouths. "Good boy, small goal, ten thousand yuan, that sounds so easy to say. Sell it for ten thousand yuan first, that's what people say."

"Don't say such things."

Han Futian was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This kind of bragging should not be made casually. If someone heard it, it would be considered bragging at best if they didn't take it seriously. But if they did, it would be a disaster.

"Uncle Tomita, this is a goal, let's try harder and set a higher one."

Li Feng said, "Of course, if we want to reach the 10,000 mark, we'll have to spend more on promotions. We'll need at least 300 to 500 yuan."

"What? Three to five hundred yuan for promotion, to treat people to a meal?"

Han Fuguo stood up suddenly and said, "This guy, this is so unsocialist. This kind of idea is unacceptable."

"Of course, if you want to sell more, you have to use more favors, and treating people to meals is a must."

"If it's fifty sets, then you don't need to pay the ten dollars. Just follow Uncle Fuguo and Uncle Futian's ideas when the time comes." After Li Feng finished speaking, he took out another ten dollars and slapped it on the table.

It's not easy to deal with things these days. Li Feng knows about kickbacks, but it's really hard to talk about it openly now.

Of course, inviting people to dinner still costs money, including food coupons. The price of food coupons has increased a lot recently. The food coupons that Li Feng has are not enough to treat several guests.

"Do you really think you can sell it for 10,000 yuan?" Han Fuguo and Han Futian looked at each other. They were not sure whether Li Feng really had this ability or was just bragging. This kid was capable, but it was just a small goal, 10,000 yuan. They were really scared.

If they could really make 10,000 yuan, this family could share 60 or 70 yuan. Even if the harvest failed, they could still live well. They were just afraid that this guy would just talk nonsense. The two of them looked at each other and decided to give it a try, but they had to ask clearly so they could have a clear idea.

Li Feng was originally unsure, but after getting a general understanding of the market today, he found that there was hope. The furniture factories themselves have insufficient production capacity, and they don't know how to adapt. Some families with smaller rooms may be able to afford furniture but have no space for some furniture.

Small desks and bookshelves are not available for customization. If you buy furniture with a ticket now, the specifications are fixed. As for making furniture in the countryside, one needs to find people, and the furniture made by the factory is not as exquisite as the ones made by the furniture factory.

Compared to the furniture made by Gao Jue's brothers, it is small and exquisite, and the details are even more unique. That's why he can get five orders by just giving away furniture. Now Li Feng has a bottom line in his mind and is confident enough. Of course, he hopes to get more share.

Ten percent. If it is sold for ten thousand, he will have one thousand yuan. Not to mention anything else, just by buying Angong Niuhuang Pills and tiger bone wine, he can make at least tens of millions, which is a small amount. The amount may be thousands or even tens of thousands of times more.

"I can't say it's 100%, but I'm still 80% sure."

Han Fuqiang and the others were truly shocked when these words were spoken. Although Li Feng had been a bit lazy and evasive at first, few of his words really stuck. "It really works! I'll help you with this account."

Han Futian slapped his thigh. Ten thousand yuan, this was a figure he could never even dream of. If he could achieve this by selling tables and chairs, he would be truly capable.

"Just go ahead and do it. I have the final say in the team. I'll give you whatever you want. I'll give you people if you want them, and wood if you want it."

"With your words, Uncle Fuguo, I feel relieved."

Gao Jue definitely needs more manpower. The wood will take more effort. New wood needs to be roasted over a fire, and with fewer people it's just not going to cut it. After returning home, Li Feng pondered for a while and came up with some ideas.

During dinner in the evening, Li Feng talked about his small goals with Wu Zhenhua, Gao Ju brothers, and Wu Tong.

"Let's set a small goal first, cousin. Your last name isn't Wang."

"What's wrong? Can't Li set a small goal?"

Li Feng said with a smile, "I'm ready to be the Li Ka-shing of Hanjiaba."

Wu Tong gave a thumbs-up. "You're good, but then again." "Do you have any ideas? Two hundred sets is no joke. I'm afraid the county alone can't handle it."

"That's for sure. We're lucky to sell 50 units in the county."

In a small county, of course, with a bit of luck, selling a hundred units is possible, it's just a bit more difficult. "There are many writers in the region, and some of them are famous. Although they are only locally famous, most of these writers have good jobs. Last time, some people didn't want to condescend to come to a young person like me because of their status, and I understand."

"But I think after a few days, these people should give me some face."

Li Feng's pot cooking skill spawned a novel. When he saw the title, he was a little confused. It was a refined version of "Li Mao and His Daughters." He thought it was a system glitch, thinking it wasn't someone's work, and that it should have been started by now.

Li Feng was a little confused. Who knew that the system told Li Feng that the author of this world almost died due to illness, and his current physical condition does not support his writing at all. Otherwise, how could Li Feng not have drawn such a representative work.

"Butterfly effect?"

Li Feng muttered, "But this work is really good. It won a big award and was adapted into a TV series, a movie, etc." Li Feng got the refined version, so he didn't need to make any changes and could send it directly to the magazine.

I think when this work is published, not only will the regional writers give him some respect, I'm afraid even the provincial writers will look up to him. Some of his works, such as Scars, seemed to be just for show, but this one is not. It's truly powerful.

The system refinement is good. After all, a person's writing style cannot change too much. Li Feng took a rough look and found that the content had not changed and the connotation was almost the same as the original text, but the wording and other habits were more Li Feng's style.

"why?"

Li Feng smiled. "You'll know when the time comes." He didn't want to show off, but this group of people would probably know it after just one lookup. Wu Zhenhua and Wang Yin probably knew it without even looking up any information.

Alas, this is the disadvantage of living with modern people. It is not easy to pretend to be cool, but fortunately they cannot expose him.

It's just a little awkward, so I won't talk about it right now, Li Feng said with a smile. "When the time comes, I plan to invite everyone to Hanjiaba again and hold another big furniture promotion tea party."

"It seems like you have a plan in mind."

Qin Yue and Wu Tong looked at each other and had some guesses in their minds, but there was nothing they could do, as they were just tourists in Li Feng's words.

"A little confidence."

"That's good."

A few people discussed what improvements could be made to the furniture, and Li Feng suggested a small rotating bookshelf. "The bearings are a bit difficult to work with."

"Okay, next time we come over and bring some."

Small bearings aren't heavy, so carrying a dozen or twenty at a time wouldn't be difficult, at most, Li Feng thought. "By the way, does Aunt Wang still have enough medicine?" If not, Li Feng planned to go back. He'd already spent quite a few days here.

"Two more days."

"Then let's go back tomorrow night."

I've been here for over half a month this time. Fortunately, I brought enough medicine, but it's almost time to go back. Li Feng recently bought some razor-sharp loaches, not many, but at least there are still over 30 kilograms. There are also many other fish and shrimp. If people can't finish eating the fish and shrimp in the dried-up ditch, they can exchange them for money, and no one is unhappy about it.

Han Anmin was doing quite well. He was buying razorfin loaches, with several pounds arriving every day. He'd also recently gotten some smoked rabbit, pheasant, antelope, and muntjac. With Li Feng's royalties and the furniture commissions, the system finally worked for a while.

As long as you pay the deposit, you will get a cash rebate of 6 yuan. This time, including the manuscript fee, it is just over 100 yuan, and now there is still 50 or 60 yuan left, at least in the short term. After confirming that he would go back tomorrow, Li Feng did not delay. He had copied more than half of the manuscript and had to hurry to finish the work.

After a night and a morning, the manuscript was finally finished. Li Feng packed it up and called the imperial coachman, Han Anmin. "Anmin, take me to the commune. I need to call the county."

"Row."

Now Han Fuguo has explained that if Li Feng needs help, the team will fully cooperate. This guy Li Feng will not be polite. "Anmin, please take care of the ox cart. Alas, my little black donkey was lost last time."

"You are really sincere about this."

Han Anmin didn't dare to move and just sat on the ox cart. Li Feng came to the post office with the manuscript and a grin on his face.

"what."

When Wu Xiaofeng saw that it was Li Feng, he quickly stood up.

"Have you found the little black donkey?"

"No, I'm afraid it has already entered someone else's stomach."

Li Feng sighed. "By the way, I need to send something?"

"give it to me."

"Hey, why is it so thick?"

“I tried to write a long story.”

Li Feng said casually, "Do you want to send it by registered mail or parcel?"

"Let me find you a big envelope."

Wu Xiaofeng was embarrassed to ask if he could take a look at it. After all, it was a long novel, and it would be too time-consuming to finish it in a short time. He could wait until it came out. Of course, he might wait until it was rejected.

"Thank you very much."

Li Feng submitted his manuscript to a magazine and after some thought, he chose Red Rock. The payment was similar, but People's Literature might take a while, so Red Rock would be faster. (End of this chapter)