Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui ate breakfast at school and deliberately calmed down before riding his bicycle down the mountain.

The mountain wind is very cool, but the air is fresh and humid. Every breath, it seems that the lungs have been immersed in cold water, which is very comfortable.

The big slope down the mountain is very long, but very wide. It is said that President Zhao tried his best to persuade everyone, one by one, and then applied to the commune to build a super-scale project. In the era when there were no construction vehicles, the corner was equivalent to six lanes, and it could not be completed overnight.

Whenever they got here, many students would excitedly let go of the handles and rush all the way down at the speed of a gust of wind.

This is probably an early racing car.

Yang Rui let go of his head, unknowingly let go of the handlebar, ran for a while, and subconsciously settled his posture.

His mental age is already in his 30s, and he subconsciously does not engage in such dangerous activities.

A normal 30-year-old man with stiff muscles and bones may be inhumane if he falls. He really has to be careful, and those who are not careful will probably be eliminated in the evolution process.

Wang Guohua followed behind, and he rode a weighted permanent, which was only faster than Yang Rui's speed.

Most of the students in the returning class buy bicycles, but the prices vary. As a famous brand, Forever Phoenix costs more than 40 yuan; Genuine big pull back is not much more expensive.

Wang Guohua buys permanent parts, which are cheaper than assembled permanent cars. It is a way for factories with insufficient production capacity to increase production. From the perspective of the 21st century, it is a bit stupid, but under various administrative pressures, this is also a There is no way.

Riding all the way to the gate of the post office, Yang Rui hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and went in.

"Is there a telegram?" Yang Rui put on full speed and came to the counter at a very slow pace.

It was Wu Qian who was on duty. When she saw Yang Rui, her cheeks flushed a little, and she said, "I'm so anxious, the morning telegram is about to be sent, I'll go and have a look."

"I'm not in a hurry." Yang Rui muttered.

Wu Qian pursed her lips and looked down for the telegram.

Wang Guohua parked the car and came in, just in time to hear Yang Rui's words, and said with a smile: "I went to the post office in person early in the morning, no matter how you look, you seem to be in a hurry.

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"Don't talk nonsense." Yang Rui glared at him, and tapped his fingers on the wooden cabinet surface, making a whining sound, like an early woodpecker with dental caries.

A few minutes later, or in Yang Rui's perception, it was a long time later, Wu Qian returned with a telegram and said softly, "There really is."

"What are you talking about? Show me." Yang Rui leaned over the counter and grabbed half of the telegram.

The telegram is concise and to the point: 87 copies sold.

"87 copies? It's pretty good." Wang Guohua leaned his head over and exclaimed.

Yang Rui sighed: "87 books, this is the rhythm of death."

"What rhythm?"

"Sell 87 copies a day, sell 870 copies in ten days, and sell 8,700 copies in a hundred days. Apart from other things, Jiefang Printing Factory will not agree." Yang Rui shook his head in disappointment.

"There will definitely be more sales in two days." After hearing Yang Rui's calculation, Wang Guohua's voice became softer, and said, "Isn't our test paper also slowly increasing sales?"

"The test papers are constantly changing, and there are always new test papers. Previous customers will be retained, and new customers will be added. Books are different. People who bought them before will not buy them again. The longer the delay, the more new customers will be. The less." Yang Rui rubbed his hair, he couldn't understand why Tangtang sold so badly.

In fact, in terms of ordinary pirated books, in a city, the results of selling 87 copies a day can't be said to be bad. According to the profit of more than 50 cents per book, at least 45 yuan can be earned here. If the provincial capital is sold out, go to the region, and if the region is sold out, go to other provinces, earning a month’s salary of others every day. This is already an additional bonus. It is not easy to sell such a result for another pirated book.

However, the profit of 50 cents is obtained by printing 10,000 books at a time. If only 5,000 copies are printed, the profit may be reduced to 20 cents. If only 2,500 copies are printed, there may be no profit.

But at this speed, using 2,500 yuan as the cost, and then taking one month to recover it, still didn't make a penny. It really can't be said to be a good business.

From this point of view, selling 87 copies a day is indeed too little.

As for the distribution of goods to neighboring provinces, Yang Rui is not optimistic either. On the one hand, more salesmen are required, which means more costs. On the other hand, there are higher risks, and the chances of being blackmailed by local snakes and the police also increase. The current business environment is not good, and it is not possible to do business safely by selling goods obediently and paying taxes. In cities, from the city government to the neighborhood committees, they are all eligible to ask self-employed individuals to pay. The story of the director of the neighborhood committee congratulating the birthday of the director's mother and the father of the director of the neighborhood committee is being frequently staged across the country. It should be said that ordinary people see self-employment making money, so they are envious and jealous, and rights holders also see self-employed making money, so they cut their flesh with knives and sell their bodies.

In Hedong Province, the Yang family's relationship can play a role to some extent, but it must be beyond the reach of neighboring provinces.

More importantly, the potential of this province is by no means a mere 87 copies per day.

This is Hedong Province, where 300,000 copies of a magazine can be sold, and more than 300,000 people need English materials.

In this day and age, there are many people who can't get into college, but there are absolutely many people who get into college.

"There must be something wrong." Yang Rui knocked on the counter again and again.

"You can send a telegram to ask." Wang Guohua suggested.

Yang Rui thought for a while, then simply shook his head, and said: "The telegram is not clear, just make a call, first send the telegram and tell him to wait, and then I will call."

This time, it was another long wait.

Finally got through the phone, and before Yang Rui could ask, Shi Gui first complained: "Many people have heard of New Concept English, many people went to the bookstore to read and ask, but very few bought, some said the first volume was too simple, Some people are worried about whether the whole book will be released in the future, and they cannot be sold separately, in short, it is not enough to just sell the first book."

This answer was absolutely beyond Yang Rui's expectations, and he couldn't help saying: "Although the content of the first book is simple, it is at least suitable for students below the second year of high school. Graduating students with poor foundation can read the first book first..."

"No one wants to read such a superficial book. Even if the grades are not good, they still want to take a look at what the second book looks like. Besides, half of the first book is very simple. Many students only copy the latter half, or even I only copied the second third, and the sales will be slower and slower in the future. If I can add up the second volume and sell it in bundles, I guess it will sell more."

Yang Rui couldn't help but fell silent.

I have to say that Shi Gui's judgment is very reasonable. After all, the pirated books produced by Yang Rui cannot be compared with large publishing houses. There is only the first volume, and there is no credit value. It is normal for students not to choose to buy.

If the second book is added, with the number of words in the second book, copying will be too time-consuming. The two volumes are sold at the same time, which is probably able to increase sales.

But... where does Yang Rui have the money to print the second volume?

It is not enough to print less, the cost is too high, and before it is sold out, it will be defeated by other big pirates or big publishing houses.

"Aside from adding the second volume and selling it together, is there any other way?"

"I can go to other cities to try it out, and then I can find the teachers at the school... In fact, some teachers came to ask because there is only one volume. By the way, they want the whole volume. They asked me how many volumes there are in total. I can't tell." Shi Gui's voice on the other end of the phone was dull, obviously exhausted.

Yang Rui rubbed his chin, unable to make a decision.

"Hey, hello...is the phone dead? Such an expensive phone bill, but still can't get through, what kind of broken phone..." Shi Gui's voice became irritable.

Selling pirated books alone in the provincial capital, thinking about the ending of Huabao, is indeed a very stressful job.

"I can hear it." Yang Rui knocked on the receiver, and said again: "If I print out the second volume, how many sales do you think I can get?"

"Double is fine."

"Double the two sets, that is two hundred and five per day?"

"Why is two hundred and five so ugly? Well, it's about the same. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to sell."

"If another 10,000 copies are printed, it will be 20,000 copies, 250 copies a day, and it will take 80 days. That is not much different from now, and the sales will still be slower and slower, right?" Yang Rui said in a stern voice while holding the microphone. : "The cost of 20,000 copies is 16,000, you can think it over for me."

"this……"

"Didn't you say that many people came to ask? Five hundred copies a day is not too much. If you can sell 500 copies, I will find a way to print a second volume of 10,000 copies." Yang Rui said loudly, as if So confident, in fact, that his palms were sweating.

500 copies per day, the best result is that they are sold out within 40 days. Although the time is still a bit long, it is already within an acceptable range. At least one month’s payment is enough to cover the cost.

Unless you're taking huge debts right now, this is the best option.

Yang Rui can't sell these pirated books in person, and the great future can't take such risks. On the other hand, Yang Rui doesn't think he is better than Shi Gui.

Shi Gui has worked as a restaurant himself, and has more than a month of test paper sales experience. For now, he is already the best choice.

Shi Gui was frightened by Yang Rui's words.

His family is from Xibao Town, and the monk can't run away from the temple if he runs away. If he promises five hundred copies, he must work hard to finish it.

However, if you don't agree, you won't be able to do this sales job.

Compared with opening a restaurant, Shi Gui cares more about his current job, whether it is reward or fun, it is much more important.

Glancing at the crowd coming and going outside the window, and thinking that there were so many inquiries yesterday that he had no time to send a telegram, Shi Gui finally gritted his teeth and said, "Only five hundred copies. But, do you still have money to print?"

"It doesn't have to cost money, I will find a way to convince the factory director comrade." Yang Rui had a plan in his heart.

Wang Guohua was secretly speechless. Shi Gui was captured by General Yang Rui, and he had no time to turn his head. Wang Guohua remembered that the profit of a book was 50 cents. If he could sell 500 copies a day, it would be 250 yuan in profit, three or four times the income of the Ruixue group.

And the money belongs to Yang Rui personally.

In Wang Guohua's eyes, this is definitely an astronomical figure.

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