My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 58 My Social University
Unless it is absolutely necessary, Weidong would not choose to go to the traditional sales staff in department stores to sell goods.

Not only did the mainstream department stores ignore a country bumpkin like him, he also subconsciously felt that those great figures from the reform and opening up period were like a group of heroes, and that he had no connections and would definitely not be able to compete in this traditional track.

That's why I instinctively came up with something different.

In fact, it is more in line with the style of internet celebrities that will become accustomed to forty years later.

You must go to the place where people gather to sell goods, so that you can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

And you can make huge profits by doing so because it is a point that no one else has discovered.

So when they walked around the central area of ​​Pingjing, Weidong's perspective naturally became different from Goudan and the others'.

The oil merchant followed him to Pingjing eagerly.

Now he dared not say a word and stayed on the big truck wrapped in a greasy military coat.

Let Weidong treat him as a security guard. It happened that the brothers could walk around and take pictures near the square city wall. The reporters also took a lot of pictures of them.

Finally, I returned to the newspaper office with some disappointment and slept in a random guesthouse nearby. The newspaper office didn't provide me with food, drink, and shelter.

Decided to return to Shuchuan the next day.

As a result, the young man who took turns sleeping in the car to guard his belongings was supposed to drive the car to pick people up early in the morning: "The guard wouldn't let us leave, saying that the leader wanted to see Brother Dong for a new task."

Weidong put on his shoes and went back a few hundred meters away, cursing.

Having worked as a security guard in a system compound for decades, he habitually doesn't take official slogans seriously. He thinks official rhetoric during interviews is fine, but the most practical thing is to make money.

This is equivalent to looking for trouble just before getting off work or going on vacation.

Of course I'm annoyed.

Sure enough, he was notified to go to University Road to hold a symposium with a group of students from Pingjing University.

The forty-year-old security guard was thinking MMP in his heart, but he said with a smile on his face, "Okay," and as usual, he would bring ten cameras to participate.

What else can I do?

Goudan shouldn't follow him. Take his men and the oil dealer and wait in the car until he comes back and then leave.

The two young men, carrying cameras and breakfast, followed Brother Dong eagerly, walking into the university campus in amazement.

As a result, the college students' experience was very different from that of those they had attended in previous seminars.

Rang Weidong, who has never been to a university in his two lives, has been giving away ten cameras as gifts every day these days.

At a reform symposium of the level of Beijing's industrial, commercial, and literary and art circles, looking at a thirty-yuan camera is like looking at a toy.

When you look back, you don’t know where it was thrown, and you take it back with an attitude of grace.

What made Weidong dare to smash a hundred machines by the West Lake and then collect the money was that he knew that he could get hundreds or thousands of machines by throwing away these hundred machines.

Now I know clearly that it is of no use at all, but they still have to give it away despite the enthusiastic recommendation of Sunshine Daily. Of course I am not happy about it.

How much sweat does it take to sell that much bacon for one or two hundred yuan?

But at a forum for college students, the host had just introduced him: "This is a young leader in economic reform who successfully helped reform and transform military factories to produce cameras, with monthly sales exceeding 10,000 units. Comrade Weidong, please invite him..."

The whole audience burst into warm applause, and cheered with an emotional value that made Weidong feel familiar.

In fact, among these advanced reform figures who came to Pingjing, most of them were in their thirties or forties, and two were in their fifties or sixties. They talked with great emotion about how they led their factories or units to get rid of the old and welcome the new.

It also feels very far away.

No matter how messy Wei Dong's hair is, it can't hide his strong and youthful spirit.

What's more, everyone else tried to dress as formally as possible in Zhongshan suits, some even wore rare Western suits, or at least brand new blue-green military and police uniforms, but he only wore a padded jacket.

Sitting in the middle like a mountain leopard must have aroused the curiosity of my college peers.

There aren't so many grand conference centers these days, just ordinary university lecture halls, but they're packed. The seats for three to five hundred people are filled with people standing in the aisles and at the door, all with curious and clear eyes.

Pingjing, every day countless talented and famous people from all walks of life across the country come here to present, report and exchange ideas.

Let Weidong come any day, the newspaper can find a similar occasion and squeeze him in.

There's no strict control over what people say or do; just stick to the topics we've discussed and the content already prepared for publication. In the years since reform and opening up, this kind of extreme openness has been prevalent everywhere.

In short, there are no rules or experiences.

But looking at those who were good at it before, now either slacking off with their heads down or seemingly taking notes seriously, Weidong became more lazy than anyone else. Why bother?

Now it was new and fresh. He stood up from behind the few desks that had been put together and bowed: "Hello everyone, I am Rang Weidong..."

Wow, another round of warm applause and cheers.

Standard Mandarin.

This detail is definitely an advantage that Weidong had taken for granted but had not noticed before.

At this moment, everyone from top to bottom still has strong local accents.

There is absolutely no universal Mandarin that has been repeatedly baptized in the television era, computer era, and short video era.

It formed a contrast with the messy clothes on him.

College students also have no rules: "How old are you?"

"What school do you go to?"

It's a symposium, not a commendation meeting where you read a script.

Rang Weidong sat down and introduced himself to the red-covered elbow microphone: "I should have taken the college entrance examination last June, just like you, received my admission letter and started studying on campus. But my father..."

The whole classroom was noisy at first, but it became quiet instantly when they heard that the father had fallen. Everyone was listening attentively, and there were also sighs of regret from the girls.

This is right.

Weidong just casually said a few words about the tea-drinking and knitting scenes downstairs. "We all come from all corners of the country here. I wonder if there are any students from Shuchuan or eastern Sichuan. We live in a typical impoverished area, with limited information and backward thinking. The spring breeze of reform and opening up has been slightly blocked by Kuimen Pass and the Shuchuan Basin..."

In fact, several of the reform pioneers who came to the discussion today had just met for the first time after getting off the bus. They all listened attentively. One uncle even said, "It's the same. We did the same thing two years ago."

Let Weidong not discuss these origins and changes: "But it was precisely because I sent my father to Jiangzhou for surgery that I was exposed to this spring breeze blowing through the separately planned city, which opened my eyes. I have the cultural foundation of a high school student, a strong body, and an urgent motivation. So since I missed the path of continuing education, I focused on providing a better life for my family. I took my friends to sell local specialties in this industrial city, and naturally came into contact with a large number of factories undergoing transformation. That's when interesting things happened. It was the same factory, but the experiences were completely different..."

To describe it as dead silent is a bit noisy. It's so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

I wonder how many students can hear how much sweat Weidong has put into selling local specialties everywhere.

But being able to observe various factories and find them interesting while selling local specialties shows that this kind of vision and mentality is extraordinary.

Anyway, people from the newspaper and related departments were nodding to each other quietly, and the reporters were taking pictures silently.

In reality, Weidong was just observing from a distant perspective: "The tobacco, paper, and shoe factories—those closely connected to ordinary people's lives—are doing quite well. The engine factories, cotton mills, and printing and dyeing factories are doing a bit worse. Military factories, Third Front construction factories, and daily chemical factories are on the verge of shutting down. Why is that?"

I was having a discussion with other people before and asked if anyone was listening. No one paid any attention at all.

But the college students all had a thoughtful look in their eyes, and a desire to get to the bottom of it: "Yes! Why?"

“We have this situation too!”

"Is our daily chemical factory okay?"

"Don't make a fuss. Let the comrade explain the overall situation..."

Rang Weidong nodded. "Yes, I just said it roughly. The closer to life, the more likely it is to survive. The further away from ordinary life the product is, the more difficult it is to survive. There is a huge need to adapt to the market. Before the reform and opening up, the state purchased and sold everything. The raw materials for production were allocated to you, and the finished products were shipped away by the state. Everyone had a stable job to eat and drink. Now it has changed to everyone having to find raw materials, produce and sell by themselves. It will be difficult to do it immediately. It can be said that most factories do not have this ability. Let me give you an example. If your factory used to produce... aluminum alloys, which were all used in satellites and aerospace, and now you are suddenly asked to sell them yourself, what do you think you can do?"

A country kid who didn't go to college actually came to a university to ask questions to college students.

Weidong felt it was funny at the moment, and he also felt a little proud that he could seize the golden age at this stage even without going to college.

Of course, there is a subconscious sharing, the kind of thinking that occurs in the Internet age, where people post to Moments, show off, and brag.

After all, he had earned hundreds of thousands of dollars in the past six months but couldn't say anything about it. Now he had a rare opportunity to show it openly, and he realized that all the money was earned cleanly.

The entire scene immediately went from extremely quiet to extremely noisy, and it suddenly exploded.

All the college students were excited by this real-life case, and they all started talking and expressing their opinions.

It was so surprising that the professors and university leaders who were crowded at the door came closer to pay attention to what was being said.

(End of this chapter)