Transformation of Rebirth

Since then, the two families have settled down in the provincial capital. Grandpa Zheng is helping out in the factory manager's office, Grandma Zheng is working as an accountant, and Grandpa Zheng's old comrade-in-arms is now the director of the oil factory.

Now the oil factory is not in the state-owned form, and the big pot of rice can no longer be eaten in this era. The country's economic strength is constantly recovering. Under the impact of the new economy, state-owned enterprises have repeatedly shown their slow development and lack of motivation. The system is a popular recovery method for state-owned factories in provincial capitals. It gives the factory director enough rights to develop the factory, and the future path is left to the contracted factory director.

Grandpa Zheng’s old comrade-in-arms is now the director of the oil factory, surnamed Hu, named Hu Cheng, who is about the same age as Grandpa Zheng, wearing a white shirt with a big watch on his cuff and a tie, coming to say hello to the two families When I was standing at the door, I stood with my hands behind my back and my belly outstretched, but after saying hello and getting to know him well, I found that this person is actually very talkative, looking at everyone with a smile, his Mandarin is not standard, because the front tooth is missing a bit when he speaks, his accent is still a bit revealing wind.

Chen Lingling's Mandarin is not bad, and Cheng Baoli's Mandarin is barely passable now, mainly because she has spoken a lot of Mandarin with Chen Lingling, and she has practiced it. Now people who have left the small counties and provincial capitals in the north of the Yangtze River can speak Mandarin without the slightest obstacle. It was better to say hello than to say hello.

When Grandpa Zheng and Grandma Zheng went to work, Zheng Ping and Han Zhijun’s family took to the streets. On the first day, the two families walked around the factory. On the second day, Han Zhijun and the others asked the factory people to borrow bicycles. Zheng Haiyang wanted to get out, so Cheng Baoli sat behind Zheng Ping's car seat, and Han Zhijun drove Zheng Haiyang.

The four of them strolled around the intersection of the nearby streets. Zheng Haiyang sat on the back of the car seat and felt the impact of the times. There are really many people on the streets of the provincial capital. People who drive out to do small business, even the electric poles on the roadside are covered with various small paper advertisements. Of course, the above are not for the treatment of impotence and infertility, but all kinds of business information, such as Hanka There were all kinds of typewriters; some people even squatted on the curb and smoked, holding a cardboard in their hands, which said "recycle good cigarettes and good wine".

Zheng Haiyang looked at the sign and found it very familiar. He remembered that he could still see a sign tied to a telephone pole at the intersection in 13, which said "purchase cigarettes and shopping cards". It turned out that there was already one at this time .

When the four of them were tired from cycling, they went to a small shop to buy water to drink. The water was tea water from the store in an aluminum alloy barrel. The two of the old men were gone, Zheng Haiyang put aside a refrigerator in the grocery store, thinking that in such a hot day, if he were the boss, he would definitely sell the water after cooling it down, selling it for a third of a cup, guaranteeing that it would be out of stock.

Han Zhijun drank two glasses of water, and when he paid the bill and went into the shop, he saw a pile of newspapers lying on the side, and said to the boss, "Give me one for each newspaper, do you still have the newspapers from the previous few days? If there are any?" Find it for me too."

Cheng Baoli stood beside the bucket and said, "Boss, the newspapers from the past few days have expired and are worthless. Give them to us."

At this time, Zheng Haiyang suddenly caught a glimpse of a small piece of paper pasted on an electric pole in front of the shop. The words on the small piece of paper were written with a pen, and it was clearly written "XXX Debt Collection Study Class Baojiaohui Address: XX Road XX No. 1 Big classroom".

Debt collection class?

As soon as Zheng Haiyang thought about it, he immediately jumped up to talk about the small advertisement, but the height of the small advertisement only met the standards of adults, and children really couldn't reach it. Zheng Haiyang showed the "courage" of a monkey climbing a pole after two jumps Come on, hold the pole with both hands and the telegraph pole with your legs, and climb up bit by bit.

Under the awning at the door of the grocery store, Zheng Ping took the newspaper from Han Zhijun. Han Zhijun looked up and stared behind him in astonishment.

Seeing his little boy clinging to the pole like a little monkey, his arched body crawling up like a caterpillar, Zheng Ping put down the cup and walked out: "Little ancestor, the pole Did you provoke you again!?"

Zheng Ping carried Zheng Haiyang off the telephone pole, and Zheng Haiyang pointed at the small piece of paper and yelled: "Paper paper..."

Cheng Baoli ran out to take Zheng Haiyang and pinched his big fleshy face, but Han Zhijun noticed the small piece of paper on the telegraph pole, he tore it off, lowered his head and read: "Study class?" But he didn't throw it away, but He picked up the newspaper casually.

After returning home, Chen Lingling poured water for them. Now that the weather is hot, going out is like being roasted by a fire. The two big men are tanned, and a big ceiling fan is blowing on the top of the room. Cheng Baoli and Chen Lingling said that they When they went out to see what they had heard, Han Zhijun and Zheng Ping sat and read the newspaper.

Zheng Haiyang found the small piece of paper from a pile of newspapers, sat on the small bench and carefully read it again, then raised his head and said suddenly: "Dad, what is written on this piece of paper?"

Zheng Ping took a look at it: "Debt collection study class."

Zheng Haiyang pretended to understand and asked, "What is a debt collection class?"

Han Zhijun said: "It's a 'triangular debt', for example, Yangyang owes money to his father, father owes money to mother, and mother owes money to Yangyang."

Cheng Baoli said happily: "The people in this city are really strange. They need debts and study classes? Why do you need debts for studying?"

Han Zhijun lowered his head and continued flipping through the newspaper, flipping through the pages and saying, "No way, everyone is short of money. Others owe them money, and they owe others. They are all trying to find ways to make money..." Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the newspaper, Then he raised his eyes and immediately pulled out the piece of paper from Zheng Haiyang's hand, read it again carefully, there were only a few messages on the paper, maybe it was inconvenient and didn't even have a landline phone number, but Han Zhijun pinched it. He read the note back and forth several times, and even read it out of his mouth. The appearance shocked the women, as if they had seen a ghost and lost their souls.

Zheng Haiyang was secretly happy, really not Wang. He was hanging on the pole like a hanged ghost just now. First of all, but it is not enough to just do small business, you need technology and ability, but technology and ability do not appear out of thin air, they all need to be learned.

Although he did not come from an orthodox finance major, he has studied accounting for four years at university, and he still knows about triangular debts. Now that he has a class for every debt, why can't he have classes for other things?Can't take it out to teach?You must know that in a few years, all kinds of educational institutions will come out, such as music, mathematics, language, elementary school, middle school, high school, all kinds of things, but now?Learning knowledge is the responsibility of the school, technology is the responsibility of the factory, and other things are learned in work and life, and there is no one to teach them at all.

Chen Lingling looked at the lost look of his man, and hurriedly said: "What's the matter? Did you think of something?" Knowing her husband Mo Ruo's wife.

Han Zhijun held the note and looked up, "Give me the pen and paper."

Chen Lingling stopped talking nonsense and hurried to find a pen and paper, and handed it to him. Han Zhijun wrote three words one stroke at a time on the paper—study class.

Chen Lingling immediately understood what it was like, and Cheng Baoli and Zheng Ping also understood. Han Zhijun said: "I think we can do study classes. You see, there are debt collection classes in all triangle debts. As long as you want to master a craft, you must learn it." If you want to learn, you have to be taught." Turning to Zheng Ping, "Where did you learn the techniques of oil extraction in the oil factory?"

Zheng Pingdao: "The masters who followed the meeting, no one was willing to teach at the beginning. I am a little bit better. The director of my dad's office will give my dad face, but at the beginning I will teach a little bit, and then they are all running errands. Please drink tea and drink. Yan, my father invited a director to dinner several times before the master was willing to teach me."

Han Zhijun tapped the words on the paper with his pen, nodded and said: "Yes, that's it, we will start the study class."

Chen Lingling said: "Then what do we open? We also hold debt collection classes??"

Zheng Haiyang sat on the small bench and listened silently. He was also thinking about what class to hold at the moment. He needed to decide on the supply. It was best to follow the current needs of the provincial capital. Most people would teach whatever they most urgently want.

Zheng Ping and Han Zhijun discussed with the two big men. Zheng Ping was born as an oil refiner, and Han Zhijun had opened a refrigerator factory and understood all the technologies of the refrigerator factory assembly line. Skilled old workers are not willing to teach others easily. If they can easily learn from old workers, the new workers will die of joy, and the old workers will have nothing to eat.

Cheng Baoli said suddenly from the side: "Isn't what people want most now is to make more money?" What Cheng Baoli said was her own voice. Making money and making a lot of money is her own, their family and their two families' voices, "Does that teach you?" A class where people get rich?"

One sentence amused everyone, and Zheng Haiyang also laughed. Her mother misunderstood the theory of demand. Sure enough, working people are wise.

Zheng Ping also clapped his hands, and the husband and wife sang and cooperated tacitly: "Small factories! Aren't there many private small factories that lack skills and people? My dad is retired and was invited to help! We can help these small factories find technical talents. It is difficult to let these people come out to teach technology, how about letting them come out to do some private work for small factories? Let’s set up a line and get a line fee. For example, I mean, for example, skilled workers work for 20 yuan a day. We get two yuan for a day of work, 60 yuan for a month, 60 yuan for one person, and [-] yuan for two people. What if there are ten people, twenty people, and fifty people?"

Zheng Haiyang was yelled in his heart by what his father said——Dad, Dad, Dad, you have mastered a new skill! !This is called an intermediary!Call an intermediary! !

If the little piece of paper that Zheng Haiyang saw from the telegraph pole opened the door to a new world for the two families, what Zheng Ping said was undoubtedly a boulder thrown into the still water, causing ripples all of a sudden, and several people talked at each other Eight tongues started to discuss, Han Zhijun wrote down an idea, and wrote down an idea on paper, and crossed it out if it was overturned. The last piece of paper was completely filled, and a simple "prototype" was finally formed—— —

They decided to do an "introductory class"!