diymy Chapter 4 Seeing a Ghost
Chapter 4 Seeing a Ghost
Small courtyard.
Thirteen thousand eleven thousand six hundred yuan.
After clearing the accounts, and deducting the purchase cost of 90,000 yuan, the net profit was 41,600 yuan.
"Are you crazy?! You made 41,000 yuan in just one day?" Wu Hao looked at Huang Yiliang in disbelief.
His father worked as a security guard at the Beijing Film Academy, earning 1,600 yuan a month. Even after two years of guard duty, he couldn't earn 40,000 yuan.
Unfortunately, people at that time didn't quite understand meme culture, otherwise Wu Hao would have said something like: "We've been together for nine years, how come you're so outstanding?"
Huang Haidong was also shocked. He knew this business would definitely make money, but he never expected to make so much.
"There are still a hundred items in the trunk that haven't been shipped yet," Huang Haidong said gruffly.
"Ugh! We sold it too cheaply. We could have sold it even for fifty more." Wu Hao slapped his thigh in pain.
"Forget about it. If you want to ship quickly, you have to offer such a discount. Digital products depreciate quickly, so making money first is the key." Huang Yiliang shook his head.
Wu Hao didn't quite agree with Huang Yiliang's words, but he didn't say anything.
"Let's just price it at 270 yuan per unit next time, buy two get one free. I almost miscalculated the bill several times," Wu Hao suggested.
Huang Yiliang firmly objected: "No, the essence of the buy two get one free promotion lies in its virality."
"Students who want to buy MP3 players will actively invite others to join them in group purchases. Where can you find this kind of free promotional labor? Besides, they have a high chance of influencing students who originally didn't want to buy MP3 players."
Wu Hao and Huang Haidong both looked at Huang Yiliang as if they had seen a ghost.
"Brother Liang, are you possessed by a ghost?" Wu Hao swore that Huang Yiliang was never this smart before.
"I think it was possessed by some unscrupulous businessman who died from kidney deficiency." Huang Haidong's imagination is no less than that of a young man.
He glared at Huang Yiliang with an unfriendly expression: "Give me your father's birthday right now, answer me immediately."
"Get the hell out of here! You celebrate your birthday more than ten times a year, do you even know which ones are real?" Huang Yiliang cursed irritably.
"Hmm—! That's right, that's the taste, definitely my own flesh and blood, case closed." Huang Haidong chuckled.
Huang Yiliang: "..."
"Mouse, you've worked hard today." Huang Yiliang handed Wu Hao a thousand yuan.
Wu Hao quickly waved his hand: "No need, no need, I'm helping out voluntarily."
Just kidding, that's a thousand yuan. His monthly living expenses are only five hundred yuan.
"Rat, here, this is what you deserve." Huang Haidong waved his hand.
"Thank you, Uncle Dong, thank you, Brother Liang." Wu Hao nodded excitedly.
This guy was mainly worried that Huang Haidong would have a problem with it, and he and Huang Yiliang would definitely not be polite to each other.
"Should we divide the spoils now, or should we expand and strengthen our business?" Huang Yiliang asked his father.
"Nonsense, of course we'll expand and strengthen. Hurry up and call to order more goods. I still have over 100,000 in my savings, I'll go all in." Huang Haidong is definitely a qualified gambler.
"But we've already sold 500 units today, and we've pre-ordered over 400 more. Do that many students at the Communication University of China really need MP3 players?" Wu Hao asked with some concern.
"Our school has over 10,000 students. Of course, the most important thing is to return to the low-price strategy. As long as the price is attractive enough, demand can be very flexible." Huang Yiliang lowered his head and worked hard to eat.
He's been eating like crazy lately; he even woke up hungry in the middle of the night last night.
"That's true. Besides, Beijing isn't just home to the Communication University of China. Your father has friends at the Beijing Dance Academy and Peking University as well."
Huang Haidong nodded in agreement, tore off two roasted chicken legs, and handed them to Huang Yiliang and Wu Hao.
Huang Yiliang was speechless. Are your good friends really good friends?
Wu Hao's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, our school can do it too. MP3 players will definitely sell very well at our Beijing Film Academy."
"good--!"
Huang Yiliang quickly finished his meal: "Then it's decided. I'll call the supplier, and you guys should contact anyone who can help."
"no problem!"
Wu Hao quickly raised his hand in response, his intuition telling him that as long as he performed well, he could get another thousand yuan next time.
This time, Huang Yiliang ordered 3000 pieces at once, and even managed to negotiate the price down to 140 yuan per piece. He also only paid a down payment of 200,000 yuan. This is the benefit of having a previous working relationship.
...
the next day.
Faculty dormitory building of the Communication University of China.
"Sir, is Mr. Xu Ce staying in the first room on the second floor?"
Huang Yiliang stopped an old man sitting downstairs in the sun and questioned him.
He actually knew that Xu Ce lived in room 201 on the second floor, but it would seem strange to go up directly. He didn't know Xu Ce yet, and the thought of possibly running into that woman made him feel quite conflicted.
"Which Teacher Xu?" The old man was a little hard of hearing.
"Xu Ce, Teacher Xu!" Huang Yiliang had no choice but to move closer.
Old man: "What strategy?"
Huang Yiliang: "Xu Ce."
Old man: "What kind of teacher?"
"Damn it," Huang Yiliang said irritably, turning around and heading towards the stairs.
"Ms. Xu, is Ms. Xu home?"
Huang Yiliang placed the fruit basket on the floor and knocked on the door. In his other hand, he was carrying a large bag of expensive cigarettes and alcohol.
He knew that Xu Ce was quitting smoking and drinking during this period, so this guy deliberately bought it to tempt Xu Ce.
"Wait a mininute!"
After a series of hurried footsteps came from inside the room, the door opened.
A flicker of panic crossed Huang Yiliang's eyes. For the first time since his rebirth, he felt his heart race and his throat tighten with nervousness.
Standing at the door was a fair-skinned, beautiful, and voluptuous mature woman.
"Teacher Su... Teacher Su!" Huang Yiliang's palms were already wet.
"Who are you?"
Su Tao frowned her pretty brows, then suddenly her face lit up with joy: "Huang Yiliang, you've grown so much taller! I almost didn't recognize you."
"Yi Liang, how did you know that the teacher lives here?" Su Tao's joy was evident on her fair face.
Although she is already in her thirties, she remains as innocent and kind as ever.
"I'm here to see Teacher Xu," Huang Yiliang had no choice but to change the subject.
If you go along with Su Tao's suggestions and chat with her, she can talk to you all day long at the door about random, unrelated things.
"Oh, come in quickly!" Su Tao turned around and took a pair of slippers for Huang Yiliang from the shoe cabinet.
Huang Yiliang entered the room and happened to run into Xu Ce, who was coming out of the kitchen.
Xu Ce had a grass-green apron tied around his waist, clearly indicating that he had just come from cooking in the kitchen.
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Xu Ce gave Huang Yiliang a displeased look. This guy's wife was beautiful, so he didn't give any good looks to any other man.
"Honey, Yi Liang is a former student of mine. He's looking for you."
After giving a casual introduction, Su Tao started picking out fruit from the fruit basket.
"Yi Liang, you still remember that your teacher likes to eat peaches!" Su Tao happily picked out her favorite fruit.
Huang Yiliang and Xu Ce both had headaches.
Huang Yiliang was troubled because Su Laoshi's words were easy for her jealous husband to misunderstand.
Xu Ce was annoyed that his wife was completely clueless about social etiquette, opening gifts in front of the students!
Most importantly, he strongly resists the act of giving gifts and usually lets the recipient take them back.
"Please sit here! You must be Liang! What can I do for you?"
When Xu Ce heard that the guy in front of him was his wife's student, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and led Huang Yiliang to sit on the sofa in the living room.
"Hello, Professor Xu. This is Huang Yiliang, a freshman this year. I was originally in the Computer Science department, but my dad made a mistake and transferred me to the Directing department. Could you please help me cancel that transfer?"
Huang Yiliang got straight to the point: he wasn't going to make any money today, he was just trying to solve this problem. He said that being a director was nowhere near as lucrative as working on the internet.
Two or three years later, AI emerged, and directors were no longer in business; they wouldn't even be able to make adult videos.
"Oh, it's you! Your dad is Huang Haidong, right?"
Xu Ce breathed a sigh of relief; he had thought the other party wanted him to do something for them.
This is too simple.
Xu Ce never supported his computer science students switching to directing.
Their directorial circles are so dirty; they can't compare to the purity of our tech circles.
"Yes, this was his own idea, I didn't agree to it at all." Huang Yiliang nodded quickly.
"No problem, your information is still with me."
As Xu Ce spoke, he took a document from the drawer under the coffee table: "Look, your dormitory has been arranged, 208, a four-person room."
In room 208, Huang Yiliang was slightly distracted, thinking about his three unlucky roommates.
"Your dad got his major through connections in the school's admissions office. Go to Director Liu Neng in the admissions office and get a note saying that you chose this major yourself and don't want to change it. I have no problem with that."
"Okay—! Thank you, Teacher Xu." Huang Yiliang habitually took out a cigarette and offered it to Xu Ce.
"The teacher doesn't smoke," Xu Ce glanced at his wife and politely declined.
A voice that nearly scared Huang Yiliang out of his wits suddenly rang in his mind: "You dare!"
"Hey Huang, if you dare switch to directing, you're dead."
"I want to make movies, I want to enter the entertainment industry."
Huang Yiliang's face turned deathly pale.
"What the hell? Are you a human or a ghost?"
"I don't know either. Anyway, they're not human. Have you ever seen a person without their own body?"
"That must be a ghost, brother! I haven't harmed anyone! We have no grudge against each other, so please don't haunt me!"
"The guy you're clinging to next to me is handsome and talented! He's the perfect candidate for possession!"
Huang Yiliang really wanted to tear Wu Hao's mouth apart at this moment; he was such a damn jinx.
"You wish! I'm warning you! If you dare change your major, I'll tell Xu Ce you have a crush on his wife."
I had a crush on him when I was in school.
"And you dream about his wife all the time."
"Are you blind? No, are you deaf?! I'm a woman, can't you tell?"
『......』
Huang Yiliang was terrified, feeling as if he had been stripped naked.
"Huang, are you feeling unwell?" Xu Ce asked with concern when he saw Huang Yiliang's face suddenly turn pale and he was covered in sweat.
"I...I'm fine. Ms. Xu, I'll be going now. Goodbye, Ms. Su!"
Huang Yiliang fled in panic.
The last thing he wants to see right now is Xu Ce and Su Tao.
"Hey, wait a minute! Take these things back with you, they're all tobacco and alcohol."
Three packs of cigarettes and three bottles of Maotai—are students these days really that extravagant?
"Honey, we're trying to conceive, so you absolutely can't smoke or drink alcohol!"
Huang Yiliang ran to the corner of the stairs and could faintly hear Su Tao's gentle voice upstairs, which caused him another pang of pain in his heart.
At that moment, he felt like he was Yuan Hua, with a mournful background melody chasing after him.
The old man downstairs is still sunbathing.
Seeing Huang Yiliang pass by, he took the initiative to be friendly and asked Huang Yiliang, "Young man, were you looking for Teacher Xu Ce on the second floor?"
Huang Yiliang didn't even turn his head, and instead flicked his middle finger at Huang Yiliang.
"Hey—! This young man's eaten gunpowder."