Rebirth 1981 starts with saving the sisters from the neighboring village.

Yu Dongfang is talking about his book "Advanced Project Management".

Because the theory involved in project management proceeds from shallow to deep, including basic project management, program management, project portfolio management, etc.

But in fact, for some people, learning basic project management is enough. Too much knowledge and theory is not friendly to beginners.

When Peng Wanhua originally wrote this book, it was prepared for a large-scale national engineering project.

Therefore, based on market feedback, people from the publishing house gave Peng Wanhua the suggestion of splitting one into three.

Naturally, he followed the good advice and agreed to split the book into three books, namely project management, advanced project management, and project portfolio management.

After the split, although the price of a single copy has been reduced, due to rising prices, overall, the total price of the three volumes is higher than the original price of one book.

The royalties Peng Wanhua received accordingly became more.

However, in his view this

"Okay, just tell me what you want to drink." Peng Wanhua smiled.

"Don't be so extravagant, just have some Fenjiu." This was what Zha Haisheng said.

He was known as a simple man.

Fenjiu wine costs 15 yuan a bottle, which is relatively cheap compared to other famous wines.

"What Fenjiu? Haizi, the money you save for him is not even a drop in the bucket of his royalties." Yu Dongfang objected immediately, turned to Peng Wanhua and said:

"Not to mention the 128-yuan Zhuangyuanlang or the 100-yuan Maotai, at least two bottles of Tanhualang or Wuliangye, right?"

Yu Dongfang's salary is usually very small. After deducting daily expenses, he basically doesn't save much.

He has been drinking Erguotou and the like, and he has been greedy for those good wines for a long time.

Nowadays, with the development of the economy, basically every famous wine store increases its price every year, and of course the number one scholar has to follow the increase.

Coupled with the news that the number one scholar Langjiu attended the state banquet, the news suddenly became unparalleled.

This year, the retail price of Zhuangyuanlang has exceeded that of Maozi Wuliangye, reaching 128 yuan!

As for the other two sub-brands under Zhuangyuanlang's name, sales and prices have soared along with the profits.

The retail price of Sanjidi Liquor reaches 98 yuan, while Tanhualang’s retail price is 68 yuan, exceeding Wuliangye’s 48 yuan.

Even so, domestic demand for Zhuangyuan Langjiu still exceeds supply.

On the one hand, there is economic development and people have money in their hands. The other is that the current number one scholar's export sales have soared, resulting in a very limited domestic quota.

Peng Wanhua laughed and scolded: "Do you really think my money came from the strong wind? The royalties were not settled with me last year. Now my salary is not enough to drink two bottles."

Yu Dongfang scratched his head in embarrassment. The price of a bottle of Tanhualang is basically only a little lower than the salary of ordinary people. Like him, his monthly salary is only 109 yuan and eighty cents, which is not enough to buy two bottles of Tanhualang. , or a bottle of Zhuangyuanlang.

But after all, Peng Wanhua immediately said to the waiter next to him: "Here comes a box of champions, a box of thirds, and a box of champions."

"Oh, that's enough, that's enough. How can you finish drinking so much?" Yu Dongfang was an alcoholic himself, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was like a champion. He was so generous and immediately beamed with joy.

But when I heard that there were two boxes of wine behind me, I suddenly couldn't bear it.

"It's okay, let's drink and have fun. If you can't finish it, you can take it away." Peng Wanhua took the wine from the waiter and began to pour a full glass for everyone.

"Hey, I'll do it, I'll do it, why bother you with this kind of thing." Yu Dongfang quickly grabbed the wine bottle and filled the wine for everyone enthusiastically.

All kinds of delicious food are served.

Everyone was eating, drinking, and chatting.

"Oh, these days are getting harder and harder." Yu Dongfang drank a glass of wine and said sadly.

"You can kill a fly when you frown. Why are you so sad? Say it and make everyone happy." Haizi joked with a smile.

The two have a good relationship and often joke around.

"Fuck you!" Yu Dongfang punched him.

Then he said with a hint of sadness: "Didn't I have a date? The school salary is too low. It's hard for me to support myself, let alone a girlfriend. Alas!"

Speaking of this, Haizi couldn't help but sigh, "Don't talk about you, I have a hard time at the University of Political Science and Law.

Nowadays, those who make missiles are not as good as those who sell tea eggs, and those who hold scalpels are not as good as those who hold razors. We stand on the podium and give lectures, we might as well stand on the stage and sing. With my salary at the University of Political Science and Law, to be honest, it is really not enough for me.

If I hadn't submitted some manuscripts and written some poems to earn some royalties, maybe I wouldn't even have to smoke now. "

Having said this, he took out a bag of large front doors, spread them around for everyone, and then lit them with a "click~" sound.

"It would be good if you can write poems and articles and earn some income. I am deeply hit now and feel like a waste."

Yu Dongfang took a sip and said very sadly.

As soon as this matter was mentioned, several people immediately found a common topic.

Luo Yihe, Liu Xichuan, Wang Tong, and Xu Cheng joined the army of complaints.

When Peng Wanhua heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows and remembered the incident in his previous life where Haizi was trapped by love and eventually committed suicide.

So he interrupted and asked: "Haizi, are you in love?"

Zha Haisheng said sadly: "How can I have the energy? Unless Lao Yu comes to me for a drink, I usually write manuscripts in the dormitory. How can I dare to think about such extravagant things as the person I want to talk to? Now I have more money in my pocket than I have. Still clean!”

Peng Wanhua burst into laughter.

It seems that under his own influence, Haizi has gotten rid of the bad luck in his previous life.

Although he didn't find a partner, he felt that this might not be a bad thing.

"I'm in such a miserable state. You're laughing at me. It's too much!" Zha Haisheng took a sip of wine.

Peng Wanhua smiled slightly, thinking about the difficulties of this fellow countryman, good friend and alumnus. He thought about it and suddenly thought of a way, "It's like this. I have a friend who runs a music company in Yangcheng. You write poems. Okay, how about I go ask them if they have any business that requires writing lyrics or something like that."

"Oh? If that's the case, then I'm really grateful!" Zha Haisheng quickly stood up excitedly and toasted him with a glass of wine!

This means another income-generating channel for him!

Maybe one order can be worth a month's salary at school.

When the others heard this, the originally lively atmosphere suddenly became much quieter, and they all looked at Haizi with envy.

Yu Dongfang pondered for a moment, and then boasted: "Lao Peng, see if your friend needs it. I think I am pretty good at writing poems."

"Uh..." Peng Wanhua's head suddenly darkened, "Old Yu, it's not me, but we should be more self-aware."

The level of Yu Dongfang's poetry is similar to "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces...".

Can this be called good?