Chapter 26 Night Talk in the Bamboo Garden (Part 2)

The small supermarket downstairs of Zhuyuan Liushe is open 24 hours a day, and it has all kinds of daily necessities.

If there is an emergency in the middle of the night, or if you are craving for something to eat...

Well, just a phone call and various things are delivered to the dormitory entrance - as long as it's not too much, the aunt usually doesn't care.

Anyway, the school's regulations prohibit entry and exit during curfew, so sending things through the automatic door certainly does not count.

At the entrance of the small supermarket, there are two long tables painted in light blue.

A huge umbrella shelter covers the lower part, no matter whether it is hot sun or rain, it will not affect it.

"Boss, two cups of mung bean juice - smoothie kind!"

Xia Zhaoyao shouted skillfully, while glancing at Qin Shuo sitting opposite.

"These two cups will also be on your mind. Remember to pay me back when you get home... Now the total is fifty-six yuan."

"No problem, I'll pay you back when I get home and bind the card again."

Qin Shuo nodded and answered cheerfully.

I was really in a hurry to go out today, and I just had a small quarrel with his dad, so I couldn't ask for money right away.

Of course, the main reason is because I bought a small number of games, otherwise this dilemma would not have arisen.

"Mung bean paste - sister, yours is ready."

"okay……"

"Come to think of it, you are considered a second-generation rich man, how did you end up with so much money for yogurt..."

Xia Zhaoyao took two cups of mung bean paste from the small supermarket window and handed it to Qin Shuo while asking doubtfully.

I didn't think about it carefully when I was eating just now, but the more I think about it now, the more I feel something is wrong.

Who is Qin Li?

The legendary alumnus who graduated from Huaijiang University is at least a powerful figure in the Huaijiang investment community.

A child from this kind of family would actually have fifty yuan left in his wallet just because he spent a few bucks on a game?!

"My dad never gives me more than 2,000 yuan. I don't know what the second generation of rich people is."

Qin Shuo shrugged, took the mung bean paste from Xia Zhaoyao, and replied.

"But don't worry... I still have a small treasury, so I won't default on my debt."

"Um?"

Xia Zhaoyao raised his eyebrows and glanced at his phone.

"Then your wife's clothes and equipment fell from the sky?"

"My mother will secretly give me some, and sometimes I can earn some by playing games, and I'll pour out the balance and so on..."

Qin Shuo obviously didn't want to continue talking about this topic. After briefly explaining a few words, he quickly changed the topic.

"Hmm...how do you tell me the division of labor tomorrow?"

"It's very simple. Divide into two groups and act separately."

Xia Zhaoyao took out the freshman map of Huaijiang University and drew circles on it with his finger.

"The seniors are responsible for the building, textbook list, publicity, and school procedures."

"The two of us went to the recycling uncle who collects waste paper, negotiated pricing and details, and dispatched them to coordinate with the notice."

"here……"

Xia Zhao waved his finger and pointed emphatically on the right side of Huaijiang University's Xiaobei Peak.

"Sister Tangtang said during dinner that the scrapyard and garbage dump are all in the old street outside the side entrance of Xiaobeifeng."

"After we have negotiated all the pricing, the follow-up on-campus docking will be handed over to the senior students, while we will look for warehouses around here. It would be best if we could get them for free. In this way, after all the recycling carts return, we can directly settle at the gathering point.

Putting it into storage, the task is very simple."

"...So we are responsible for finding second-level subcontractors and subsequent warehousing statistics?"

Qin Shuo nodded thoughtfully, following Xia Zhaoyao's thoughts with ease.

"What about the sorting labor costs, hiring, and recycling costs?"

"zero."

Xia Zhaoyao answered without hesitation.

"Pure prostitution?"

Qin Shuo glanced at Xia Zhaoyao in surprise, and said slowly while thinking.

"Let me guess, you plan to buy it at a high price and let them help you sort it out first?"

"Well, Mr. Otaku, what different opinions do you have? You can mention it."

"...the purpose is too obvious."

Qin Shuo took a sip of mung bean paste and said vaguely.

"Everyone knows that there is a huge difference between the price of used books and the price of scrap paper."

"You're almost clearly saying that you want to use the scrap paper price...even if it's higher...to collect the old books and sell them."

"Yes, this is nothing worth concealing. And it cannot be concealed." Xia Zhaoyao nodded calmly, "The profits from recycling waste paper in schools are already very low. It is impossible for those recycling uncles to refuse double or even triple waste.

The proposal to collect scrap books at paper prices..."

"If they have channels, they can certainly sell it, but they obviously don't...right?"

Xia Zhaoyao held the cold mung bean smoothie and squinted his eyes proudly as he analyzed.

Lao Xia often gave her some economic knowledge when she was a child, and she knew very well how to find the most appropriate profit point.

"Besides, even if they refuse, we can directly go to the scrap station to discuss the purchase..."

Xia Zhaoyao shook his finger confidently and said, "On one side is the extra income, and on the other side is our transaction with the scrap station. We will not lose money no matter what. There is an Indian proverb that girls in slums know best how to budget wisely."

"Well, I admit, you can indeed receive old books easily this way——"

Qin Shuo finished his mung bean smoothie, moved his shoulders, and said seriously.

"but……"

"This is not India. Pink eye is terrible."

"There are too many capital methods being used here in Huaijiang, so be careful of being hung up on the street lights in the middle of the night."

"I'm not an evil capitalist——"

Xia Zhaoyao muttered and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Then what do you think we should do? Do we want to get them to pay dividends? It would be better to have first-level and second-level offline people?"

"That's a pyramid scheme. I definitely won't touch anything that's illegal."

Qin Shuo waved his hand with a strange expression, thought for a few seconds and then spoke slowly.

"What if...well, I mean, increase the long-term revenue share based on what you just said?"

Before Xia Zhaoyao could ask, Qin Shuo took out his mobile phone and opened the calculator, and explained quickly.

The total number of students at Huaijiang University is approximately 30,000.

In addition to freshmen, there are nearly 26,000 students, including graduate students and international students.

If waste paper recycling is carried out according to the original plan, then their "customer source" is obviously far more than sophomore students:

Not all students will choose to resell used books. Large-scale waste paper collection will inevitably receive more books than expected.

In addition to freshman textbooks, there must be many textbooks for other grades, non-teaching books, test papers, teaching aids, etc...

"Our main goal is reputation. The key is to have a project with great momentum and good results."

Qin Shuo analyzed seriously and pointed in the direction of the school square shrouded in night in the distance.

"Instead of focusing on the channel advantage of making thousands more, it is better to explain it openly. After the profits from the sales of used books are settled, 20% or 30% of the profits will be given to the recycling uncles responsible for recycling and sorting every month.

They serve as additional dividends.”

"In this way, the used book project is not only our own domain, but a small industry led by us."

"...However, in terms of double recycling of used books, we still have to settle the accounts for them on the spot."

Xia Zhaoyao frowned and added, "It's useless to make a picture too big. The real money in front of you is the most important thing."

Cash is king, she had heard Lao Xia say this when she was still in elementary school.

Compared with distant dividend rewards, the cash in hand is the last word.

"Of course, so we are working on both sides -"

Qin Shuo nodded and continued Xia Zhaoyao's words very smoothly.
To be continued...