After rebirth, I became a great master

Chapter 75: Ritz Hotel
Zhou Haoran was free, but he didn't participate in collecting books.

He studies client materials at home.

It's really stuffy in this room.

He is considering whether to buy an electric fan for his home.

This needs to be put on the agenda!
When you make money from selling books, buy it!
Everyone goes to the alley to cool off, and they specifically choose places near the door, where there is a breeze, which makes it very comfortable.

"Zhou family kid?"

Grandpa Zhang, who was enjoying the cool air in a rocking chair, waved the palm-leaf fan in his hand and beckoned him over.

Zhou Haoran ran over quickly and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you called me?"

Grandpa Zhang looked at him and said, "What are you reading? It's been the whole morning."

"I didn't read the book, it's customer information." Zhou Haoran explained simply, "I'm working in sales at Red Star TV. These are the information of old customers in the sales department. I'll study them and visit them next week."

Grandpa Zhang nodded. "It's been half a month. How are your sales going?"

"Not bad." Zhou Haoran didn't hesitate, "I've already signed a deal."

"Oh?" Grandpa Zhang was very curious, "Tell me about it."

"It's a project for the Harbor Brewery..."

Zhou Haoran couldn't hide anything in front of this old man. He was the most senior elder in the alley and the backbone of the alley.

During that special period, Grandpa Zhang did a great job of protecting the dozens of households in the alley.

Zhou Haoran described how he used a phone call to report someone, got rid of the internal appointment, and successfully got the order.

Grandpa Zhang lay in the rocking chair, squinting his eyes.

Zhou Haoran explained his process of getting the order, and seeing that he was about to fall asleep, he cautiously said, "Grandpa Zhang, are you still listening?"

"Ah."

Grandpa Zhang didn't open his eyes.

Zhou Haoran seemed to have noticed something, so he took the palm-leaf fan and fanned him, saying with a smile, "Grandpa, if you have anything to do, just arrange for me to go."

Grandpa Zhang finally opened his eyes and looked at him with a hint of surprise, "When did you become so clever, kid?"

"What am I going to do?"

"At the end of the month, on the 30th, go to the Ritz-Carlton, Paris."

"The Ritz-Carlton, Charleston?"

Zhou Haoran was slightly stunned.

Grandpa Zhang seemed lost in reminiscence, and sighed slightly, "It's now called Pujiang Hotel, over there on the other side of Waibaidu Bridge."

Zhou Haoran asked tentatively, "Are you looking for someone there?"

Grandpa Zhang said, "Let's find a teahouse."

"teahouse?"

Zhou Haoran was quite surprised.

Because the central area of ​​the harbor was once a concession area, mainly the British and French concessions, and people mainly drank coffee.

Even in modern times, the harbor culture still retains many traces of the lease period, and is mainly based on coffee. There are coffee shops in every street and alley, and the number is the largest in the country.

There is even a large cafe in the headquarters of Red Star TV.

There are very few teahouses.

"Hmm." Grandpa Zhang paused, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly, "Red House Teahouse."

……

In the evening, Zhou Haoran went to the well-known Lvyuan Hotel in the county.

I invited my high school classmates Dongfang Lang, Wang Wenrui, Li Yang, Guo Zhiyuan, Tian Yueran, and Chen Zixuan to dinner.

It’s mainly about selling books.

"The results will be out next week, right?"

"Yes, number 25."

"The scores are out. The admissions results will be out in a few days." Zhou Haoran roughly estimated, "By the end of this month, we'll basically know whether we'll be admitted."

Wang Wenrui nodded. "Yeah, about right. The result for my first choice will be out by the end of the month."

In those days, there was no digital information platform.

There is no way to check scores or admission information online.

If you have good qualifications, you can try to call the university's admissions office to inquire whether you have been accepted. If you don't have the qualifications, then you can only wait...you will know when the acceptance letter is mailed to your home.

However, Yude High School is a key high school at the municipal level and has special channels.

You can get the results immediately.

Chen Zixuan asked softly, "Can it be that fast? Will the results be out by the end of the month?"

Wang Wenrui smiled and said, "Our school can. Generally, after the results are released, universities will post the admission lists on campus. Our school has a dedicated office that can connect with those key universities." Chen Zixuan said happily, "As soon as the results are released, we can sell books, right?"

Wang Wenrui laughed and said, "Then you'll have to ask Zhou Haoran."

Zhou Haoran said, "That's about it. Once the results are out, if anyone doesn't do well and isn't accepted into their first choice, they'll likely have to repeat the year. By then, we'll have to return the books so as not to delay them."

Wang Wenrui quickly said, "Yes, yes, if someone needs it, you must not sell it."

Many people came to Lvyuan Hotel for the first time.

A table ordered 12 dishes.

Everyone enjoyed the meal very much.

"Brothers, let's settle accounts clearly." Zhou Haoran saw that the time was right and started talking about profits. "When we make money from selling books, we'll split it equally among the seven of us."

"Just count the six of you. I don't want any."

Wang Wenrui refused.

His family is very rich and doesn't care about this little money.

Chen Zixuan bit her lip and raised her hand. "Zhou Haoran, I don't want money either. I'm just here to train. If I can really make money, you guys can just share it."

Zhou Haoran said firmly, "No, no, this money must be divided. Just like you, Chen Zixuan. When you went to collect the books, you must have asked other classmates to help, right? You can't be the only one moving the books box by box, right?"

Chen Zixuan nodded slightly, "Well, I called a few good friends to help."

Zhou Haoran said, "That's right. Your family is well-off, so you don't need this little money. But you still have good friends. It's only natural that you should reap what you sow. When I make money, I'll share it with you first. As for how much you want to give to your good friends after you get your share, that's up to you."

"Oh, too."

Chen Zixuan suddenly understood.

Yes, her family is not short of money.

But not all of her good friends who helped her contact classmates, find addresses, and move books were rich. She shouldn't let them help her for free; if she made money, she should share it with them.

Even if each person only gets 100 yuan, for high school students, it is a rare social practice experience in this summer vacation after graduation.

"Oh, and there's also the cost of collecting books."

Zhou Haoran got to the point.

Hearing this, Dongfang Lang and Tian Yueran's expressions changed slightly.

Chen Zixuan was quite innocent. "What about the fee for collecting books?"

Zhou Haoran smiled and said, "You guys worked so hard to collect the books. I didn't do anything. In the end, when I made a profit, you all have to share it. How unfair is that?"

Chen Zixuan was surprised and said, "But it was you who came up with the idea of ​​selling books. Mental labor is more important than physical labor."

"We're all classmates, so there's no need to be so clear-cut." Zhou Haoran smiled. "However, the reason we all came together to do this bookselling project is actually to exercise. I have a better way to exercise."

"In what way?"

"When you come to my house to collect books, the price is usually no more than 20 yuan, right?"

"Yeah, usually around a dozen yuan." Chen Zixuan's eyes sparkled. It seemed like she no longer liked Wang Wenrui. She was very interested in Zhou Haoran and was very talkative. "If you were selling waste paper, a box of books would fetch seven or eight yuan. If you sell it to us, it can fetch over ten yuan, so basically everyone will buy it."

Zhou Haoran said, "How about this, let's fix the price at 20 yuan per box of books. If you buy them at 10 yuan, the extra 10 yuan will be your profit. It's like a second purchase."

"Second purchase?"

Dongfang Lang suddenly understood what he meant.

Zhou Haoran smiled and said, "Yes, when you come to collect books, it's considered a purchase. The price you can get the books at is your ability. After you collect the books, our team will buy them back from you at a price of 20 yuan. This way, there's motivation to collect books, and efficiency can be improved."

"Yeah, I think it's okay!"

Dongfang Lang stood in awe.

Even Tian Yueran reacted.

If we adopt a new system like Zhou Haoran's, there will be no such thing as Guo Zhiyuan embezzling money. Profiting from the price difference is allowed by the system, and how much you earn depends on your ability.

The advantages of doing so are obvious.

We can profit from the price difference, which gives us more motivation to collect books. The results will be out in a few days, and by the end of the month, so we need to hurry and collect all the books. This new policy will increase productivity.

It can also turn the sneaky profiteering from price difference into an upright profiteering that demonstrates personal ability.

The shortcomings are also obvious.

Costs have increased.

Originally, a set of books could be purchased for a dozen yuan, but now they are all priced at 20 yuan.

After dinner, Zhou Haoran went to pay the bill, the total amount was 227 yuan.

It’s so expensive!

Unexpectedly, the squad leader Wang Wenrui had already paid the money.

When leaving, Guo Zhiyuan unknowingly approached Zhou Haoran and whispered, "Haoran, thank you this time. I understand."

Zhou Haoran pretended not to understand and said with a smile: "We all make money by selling books together, there's no need to thank or not."

(End of this chapter)