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That night, Song Ran took Wu Xiaoyun to find a small hotel to live in, and then began to browse the recruitment website to find the company for an interview.

Big companies have strict inspections on ID cards and degree certificates. Song Ran can only go to small companies for interviews. After interviewing several small companies, Song Ran inexplicably feels that the level of these small bosses is very limited. Although he lost his memory, He listened to those small bosses talking about painting big cakes, just like a teacher listening to elementary school students reading the composition "I want to be a great scientist in the future".

After a week of interviews, Song Ran made a decision. Instead of working in a small company, it is better to find a bookstore to work directly. While working and saving money, he invests and manages money. The purchase channel is now, killing two birds with one stone.

There are two 985 universities near the small hotel where they live, and there are many bookstores around the university. Song Ran took Wu Xiaoyun to stroll in the streets and alleys every day to see if there were any suitable bookstores for part-time jobs.

It's a pity that Song Ran searched for several days, but couldn't find a bookstore that was recruiting people.

Song Ran is not a person who is easily discouraged. He took Wu Xiaoyun out for a stroll that day. At noon, the sky gradually became gloomy, and it started to rain lightly.

"Grandma, I'm sorry, take shelter from the rain." Song Ran said hello, and dragged Wu Xiaoyun into a small roadside shop.

After entering the store, Song Ran couldn't help being slightly taken aback. This small store has a very narrow facade, and there is a small stall selling cigarettes at the door, but there are books all over the wall, and it looks very deep, there should be several rooms. .

Sitting behind the counter was a skinny old woman with graying hair and a very vigilant expression: "Ahem, do you want to buy books?"

Song Ran looked at the books on the bookshelf. There were many classics from all over the world, as well as various martial arts novels and romance novels. He couldn't help being a little puzzled: "Why is there no one in the store?"

The old lady said coldly: "That's not surprising, there are not many people reading books these days."

Song Ran thought to himself, there are not many people who read books these days, and many people have a special liking for physical books, but the facade of this bookstore is too narrow, and there is a small stall selling cigarettes outside, and the inside is dark. It is estimated that no one knows that this store is still selling books, which is why it is so deserted.

He thought for a while and asked cautiously: "Grandma, why don't you expand the facade and make it brighter?"

The old woman said indifferently: "This is the bookstore my son left behind. He died in a car accident, and there are few people reading books now. I don't know how to do this either. I can only set up a stall to sell some cigarettes and earn some living expenses."

Song Ran looked at those tall bookshelves, and couldn't help feeling a little moved: "Mother-in-law, are you hiring a clerk? My sister and I are looking for work."

Wu Xiaoyun also plucked up his courage, and said timidly: "Grandmother, I can watch the store and move books."

The old lady was stunned, and then waved her hands again and again: "If you don't recruit, you can't afford wages!"

Song Ran patiently explained: "Mother-in-law, I don't need a salary. My sister and I just came to Jiangcheng from the countryside. I want to open a bookstore in the future, so I'm thinking about finding a part-time job in a bookstore and learning something by the way. I can help you manage the bookstore , help you move the books and collect the cashier, no basic salary, just get a commission according to the increased turnover."

He spent a long time talking, but the old woman's education level is not high, but she is very vigilant, and waved her hands repeatedly: "No, my old woman is enough for me alone!"

Song Ran spoke dryly, feeling helpless, and Wu Xiaoyun looked a little depressed.

At this moment, a group of college students passed by outside talking and laughing. Song Ran had an idea, went to the door and shouted loudly: "The [-]th anniversary store celebration, the [-]th anniversary store celebration, all the books in the audience are participating in the event! Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuanqu, Guwen Guanzhi, the four great classics, domestic and foreign novels, "Ordinary World", "One Hundred Years of Solitude", "Lost in the World"...there are all of them!"

There are quite a few famous books in the store. According to daily observations, Song Ran estimated the reading preferences of college students today, and tried to sell them.

He looks delicate and beautiful, his voice is slightly hoarse but very tasteful, a girl glanced at him, blushed slightly, lowered her voice and said to her companion: "Hey, look, there is a handsome guy in that store."

"That store actually sells books? I thought it was a cigarette stand."

"I just want to buy a book of poetry, why not go in and have a look, and you can also peep at the handsome guy by the way."

"Hey, that makes sense."

Thus, the bookstore welcomed the first group of customers today. Although this group of customers only bought two books in the end, with a total turnover of 39 yuan and [-] cents, Song Ran's spirit was lifted and he continued to sell books.

Wu Xiaoyun stared blankly at Song Ran's efforts to sell, and suddenly stomped his feet fiercely, and walked to the door of the small shop. Following Song Ran's example, he stammered and shouted: "Second, the [-]th anniversary of the store, all the books in the store Engaged in activities..."

Song Ran was a little surprised. He glanced at Wu Xiaoyun in surprise, then nodded encouragingly, and continued to sell.

Wu Xiaoyun's voice was trembling at first, but gradually it stopped and became louder and louder.

"There is an event for all the books in the audience! It's only one day, come and see it!"

The two peddled for a long time, and actually sold more than 820 books, and the sales reached [-] yuan. Because most of the customers paid by mobile phone, and the old lady didn't have a smartphone, all the money was received by Song Ran's WeChat wallet. During the day, he ran to a small shop next to him, asked the boss to change the cash, and then handed a stack of banknotes to the old woman, which was a lot of money.

Holding the stack of banknotes, the old lady tremblingly said, "Well, how dare you do that?"

Song Ran smiled and said: "Grandma, you have also seen that we can really help you sell books, so let us stay here and work."

"But..." The old lady looked at Song Ran with a very hesitant expression, she turned her gaze to Wu Xiaoyun, maybe because Wu Xiaoyun was a thin and weak little girl, the old lady's eyes were a little softer.

Song Ran observed his words and expressions, and hurriedly pulled Wu Xiaoyun secretly. Wu Xiaoyun stammered and begged: "Mother, mother-in-law, let us stay, please."

One big and one small looked at the old woman with pitiful eyes.

The old woman hesitated for a long time, then sighed, "Okay."

In this way, Song Ran and Wu Xiaoyun finally stayed. The old woman, surnamed Zhou, was a native of Jiangcheng. Both her son and her husband passed away. She sold some cigarettes by herself and earned a thousand yuan a month for living expenses. Her life was very poor.

To Song Ran's great surprise, behind this bookstore is a simple small yard with a bedroom and a utility room. Granny Zhou is willing to vacate the utility room and use it as a bedroom for Song Ran and Wu Xiaoyun. A monthly rent of 800 yuan is enough. Renting a single room in Jiangcheng starts at [-] yuan. This price is simply the price of cabbage.

The utility room is very small. Although Wu Xiaoyun is dark, short and thin, she looks like a child of thirteen or fourteen, but she is almost sixteen after all, and there are differences between men and women. Song Ran drew a curtain in the middle of the room, One side is a small bed, the other side is a floor.

That night, Wu Xiaoyun lay on the small bed in the utility room and murmured: "Brother Ran, did we really find a job? Did we find a house? Am I dreaming?"

After a day of exhaustion, Song Ran couldn't even open her eyes, but she was very relaxed in her heart: "Yes, nothing is difficult in this world, as long as there is a heart. Xiaoyun, you did a good job today, the 820 seven yuan nine cents The turnover is half of your credit."

"Really?" Wu Xiaoyun was a little embarrassed, she paused, then whispered, "Brother Ran, let me sleep on the floor."

"Shut up and sleep." Song Ran said impatiently.

Wu Xiaoyun was timid, shrank his neck, and really didn't dare to say anything.

Song Ran turned over and wrapped himself comfortably in the quilt. He thought in a daze, um, it seems that a long, long time ago, he once drove a certain child to sleep on the floor. That child... um ...Hoohoo...

Three months later.

"Xiaoyun, put this enamel cup on the shelf!"

"And put that radio on it too, just to dust it off!"

While moving the books, Song Ran instructed Wu Xiaoyun to climb up and down, without any sense of guilt for using child labor.

"Huh, I'm exhausted." He put the stack of books in his arms on the ground, straightened up and wiped his sweat, admiring the brand new bookstore, feeling a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.

In the past three months, after careful consideration, Song Ran has carried out a major renovation of the bookstore.

Because there are two famous 985 universities nearby, Song Ran set the target customers of the bookstore as college students. He removed the cigarette stand at the door and put a 1.5-meter-high black cat doll on it. The eye-catching signboard "Black Cat Bookstore".

He also spent several days repainting the tall bookshelves. The top shelf of the bookshelves was decorated with old objects from the utility room, such as enamel cups with quotations from Mao Zedong printed on them, and ancient bookshelves. The old radio, or some broken sewing machine, in this way, without spending a lot of money, the bookstore has been turned into a nostalgic style of literature and art.

There is a small yard behind the bookstore, and Song Ran built a grape trellis in the yard, placed a few rattan chairs and small tables under the stand, and then bought second-hand commercial coffee machines and milk tea machines, and sold books as well as coffee and tea. For milk tea, earn a little more.

Although Song Ran wanted to sell fried chicken cutlets so that he could eat them himself, but the fried chicken cutlets didn't fit well with the literary nostalgia of the bookstore, so he reluctantly gave up this choice.

After a lot of tossing, Song Ran printed a bunch of leaflets, because colored coated paper was too expensive, Song Ran chose the cheapest cheap white paper with the words "Read more and read good books" and "Knowledge is power" printed on it. " and other ancient positive energy quotes, turned into nostalgic leaflets like the 80s and [-]s, which are even more impressive than those beautiful colorful leaflets.

As for the coolie handing out leaflets, it was naturally Wu Xiaoyun. The little girl was very diligent and could distribute thousands of leaflets a day.

Song Ran took stock of last month's sales today. He was in a good mood and improved several designs. He stood on the table and hung up several banners, "Books are the ladder of human progress", "Books are the ladder of human progress." A spiritual sanctuary that you can carry with you"...

He jumped down and patted the ashes on his hands, looked up at the banners, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, not bad, it's pretty good."

Wu Xiaoyun stood at the door with a box of books in his arms: "Brother Ran, there is another batch of new books, do you want to put a few on the bookshelf at the door?"

Song Ran said: "Oh, let me take a look, you go in and sweep the ashes on the bookshelf."

The bookshelf at the door is the most important thing, it is equivalent to the face of the bookstore, and usually bestsellers are placed, but Song Ran feels that this kind of bookstore that is literary and nostalgic can not only display bestsellers, but must sell bestsellers, Chinese and foreign classics, unpopular books, etc. Place some of the compulsive books to make them look more literary.

Song Ran squatted down, flipping through the books in the box, they were all the latest bestsellers, flipping through them, suddenly he paused slightly, and picked up a thick book.

The cover of that book is an extremely handsome man, he is wearing a dark gray suit, his chin is gently resting on his bony hands, revealing a low-key black diamond watch, his amber eyes are quietly watching the distance , as if thinking about something carefully.

Song Ran's eyes paused on that face for a while, feeling a faint strange feeling in his heart, and then he scanned the title of the book - "Song Group: The Business Empire in the Palm of Song Ran".

Song Ran?Song Ran raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He flipped through it casually. This book was about the personal struggle history of the former CEO of the Song Group. It described in detail how he revitalized a precarious company, and finally built the commercial aircraft carrier of the Song Group. The wise and extremely hard-working CEO actually has the same name and surname as himself, but the appearance is completely different.

Song Ran continued to scroll back, and gradually became more surprised. Many of the CEO's views coincided with his own, such as his understanding of the value of life and business marketing, which were exactly the same as his own.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt so, and couldn't help thinking cheekily, if the two knew each other, maybe they could become friends, but unfortunately at the end of the book, he found out that the CEO actually had a car accident and became a vegetative state many years ago.

After Song Ran closed the book, he stared blankly for a while, feeling a faint sense of melancholy in his heart.

I don't know how long it took before Song Ran came back to his senses. He looked at the handsome man with calm eyes on the cover, and couldn't help sighing: "Dude, you are really handsome, and I also agree with your ideas, as long as It's a pity that God is jealous of talents. By the way, I saw a report before that the current CEO of your Song Group is so outrageous that he actually fought with the directors in public, causing the stock price to plummet. What a pity. The foundation you worked so hard to build, alas."

He shook his head, and put the book in the most conspicuous place on the bookshelf at the door with the feeling of meeting a bosom friend.