Chapter 302 Everything is full of hope
Zhang Yunqi knows his elder brother very well.

A loyal man all his life, he and his father took on the responsibility of feeding his younger siblings at the age of 13 and he has a strong sense of responsibility for this family.

It was precisely because of this that Zhang Yunqi wanted to split up the family, wanting his eldest brother to be able to enjoy the life of a young man for a few days instead of having to worry about his family in everything and working hard inside and outside the house.

Towards the end of November, Zhang Yunqi invited Wang Guibing and Yu Lin to have mutton hotpot together.

The three brothers were usually very busy, and it had been a long time since they had sat together to drink wine. The topics they talked about were all about the past. Those days when they were rich and prosperous had now become memories on their wine table.

Yu Lin, Wang Guibing and his elder sister Zhang Qiulan are now studying as a group at Xiangnan University, studying in the correspondence night school of Economics. Whether it is for gilding the lily or they really want to learn something, they are now well-known figures in the city. In short, now that they have the hardware, they have to keep up with the software.

After Lianzhong got on the right track, with Yu Lin in charge, Zhang Yunqi seldom took charge of things. He knew his own limitations and knew that when it came to many matters concerning the daily operation and management of electronic games, his skills of relying on the power of others might not be better than Yu Lin, who had been immersed in this industry for more than ten years. There was no need for him to occupy the toilet without doing anything.

To put it bluntly, he is just an ordinary person, with a look between beautiful and ugly, a height between 168cm and 178cm, and behaves like a peasant most of the time. Occasionally, he is full of positive energy, but his level is just that high. He can't pretend to be a big shot, and if thrown into a crowd of people, he will definitely not be the bright and eye-catching one. The fact that he can make a decent living in this life is probably because God forgot to erase his memory when he threw him into the pot for rebirth.

Of course, he knows where his greatest advantage lies. He knows clearly which trend is bound to emerge, and he has an optimistic estimate of this trend that others cannot imagine.

Perhaps it can also be said that he can see into the future.

This is most evident in the trade industry, because he knows which products will be popular and makes arrangements in advance, whether it is Subor game consoles or VCD players. And now is the peak period of Subor, with a national market share of nearly 80% and an output value of 8 million yuan. Zhang Yunqi can sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor, and the millions of dividends every quarter are all thanks to this thing.

Yu Lin, however, had a different feeling.

While drinking, he raised some issues that Lianzhong was currently facing to Zhang Yunqi with some concern.

He said: "Now Xiaobawang is getting stronger and stronger. I don't understand why the headquarters cut the marketing expenses in the Greater Hunan region next year while increasing the shipping tasks. There is also a serious problem of cross-selling in the market. I heard that Xiaobawang is going to develop a deep market development strategy. Many places with exclusive agents have become multiple agents in disguise."

Zhang Yunqi was not surprised after hearing this.

This situation is ultimately moving forward according to the development trajectory of the previous life.

The deepening of the conflict between the agent and the headquarters often indicates that there is a problem within the headquarters. Yu Lin has been in the electronic products business for more than ten years and still has a nose for it. However, he only sees the first layer and cannot see the core reason.

The core reason is that with the rapid development of Subor, its relationship with Yihua, the parent company, has become increasingly delicate, because Subor's performance has far surpassed other subsidiaries such as Yihua Group and Jinghua Hotel. Whether Duan Yongping likes it or not, he has become more powerful than his boss.

At the same time, Duan Yongping also had a grudge against Yihua boss Chen Jianren. In addition to the fact that Chen Jianren disagreed with the shareholding reform plan of Subor, another major reason was that Chen Jianren took most of Subor's profits and used them elsewhere, resulting in Subor making a lot of money but having no money for development, which in turn intensified the conflict between the headquarters and the agents.

Zhang Yunqi had known that this day would come.

He also knew that Duan Yongping would leave Little Overlord in the middle of next year, and then Little Overlord would go downhill and be swept into the garbage dump like the dust of history, which was a pity. But it was not important. What was important was that through the hit product Little Overlord, Lianzhong had firmly controlled the distribution channels of electronic products in southern Hunan.

As for Duan Yongping, he occasionally contacts and is always drooling.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunqi said to Yu Lin: "In this way, we will try our best to meet the requirements of the headquarters, and we will make up for the reduced marketing expenses. There is only one thing, the agency model must not be compromised. We will terminate the cooperation by May next year."

Yu Lin was slightly surprised: "Terminate the cooperation? Why?"

Wang Guibing, who was chewing a sheep bone nearby, said with a smile: "Because next year we have more profitable business to do."

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The north wind is getting colder.

It's already the end of November, and more than half of the first semester of senior year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Senior high school students holding textbooks walk hurriedly, the classroom is filled with the sound of reading every day, the words "Study for the rise of China" on the wall have become blurred, and the mock exams in various subjects have made the students overwhelmed.

There have been a lot of things going on recently. Zhang Yunqi's grades have been declining, but she is still the second in the class. When we first met, she was still the girl who sat quietly reading a book under the clear winter sky. Wang Xiaokai, who was deeply in love with Yu Qingqing, has recently fallen in love with writing poetry, which was a killer weapon for picking up girls in that era. The head teacher Wang Mingzhen's back is getting hunched more and more, and he has been coughing recently. There are rumors in the school that the English teacher Luo Lin has divorced.

No one knows what is going on, just as no one knows what is going on in this world.

In school, Zhang Yunqi's greatest pleasure is playing basketball, basking in the sun and chatting with a group of people in the corridor. The topics of their chats are more or less the same, such as where so-and-so went, who is with so-and-so. To sum it up in one sentence: some people are in love, some people watch the sea at night, some people are so ugly that they can't sleep, and some people throw away all their photos but still can't let go.

In a Chinese class at the end of November, the head teacher Wang Mingzhen came to the classroom with a test paper.

Standing on the podium, he smiled and said, "This time, the city's senior high school joint monthly exam, you all know the results, so I won't announce them here. What I want to talk about is the Chinese composition of this exam. The title of the composition is hope. Our class actually had a composition that scored 0 points for the first time. These days, it's not easy to get a full score for a Chinese composition, and it's even harder to get a 0 point, so I want to read this 0-point composition to everyone. The title is "Everything is still full of hope", and the author is Zhang Yunqi from our class."

All the students in the class turned their heads and looked at Zhang Yunqi.

The boys looked like they were enjoying the show, and the girls were laughing mischievously. Zhang Yunqi wasn't too embarrassed, as he was an old bird, he had experienced wind and rain, and he had seen rainbows.

At this time, Wang Mingzhen, who was standing on the podium, picked up the test paper and began to read:
"The water of the waterfall flows upstream
Dandelion seeds float back from afar, gathering into the shape of an umbrella
The sun rises in the west and sets in the east
The bullet returns to the chamber

Athletes return to the starting line

I handed in my senior year exam paper and forgot about my ten years of study.
The aroma of food wafts from the kitchen

You handed me the high school acceptance letter.

Turn off the TV and help me carry my school bag
There is still hope.”

After reading, the classroom became quiet.

When she first saw him, she secretly glanced at Zhang Yunqi, with a smile on her red face.

Wang Mingzhen put down the test paper and said, "This essay was given 0 points because of the style. The college entrance examination essay requires a style other than poetry. I hope that students will learn from this and not make similar mistakes. Of course, this poem itself is excellent, with a strong sense of picture, a reflux of time and space, and the finishing touch is the simple emotion."

Wang Mingzhen paused for a moment and analyzed: "This poem also reminds me of Li Shangyin's quatrain, 'You ask me when I will return, but I have no idea. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. When will we cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan?' When Li Shangyin wrote this poem, the person in the poem had already died, but he didn't know it. He wrote his deep longing in the long night without knowing anything."

Wang Mingzhen said: "I don't want you to become such a person in the future, with no time to look back and only regrets for the rest of your life. Just like what Zhang Yunqi wanted to express in this poem, in this age when everything is still full of hope, we must be sharp and cherish the present."

Hearing this, Wang Xiaokai, who was sitting at the end of the classroom, knocked on Zhang Yunqi's desk and whispered: "Not bad, Boss Zhang, you are quite talented."

Zhang Yunqi blushed at Lao Wang's praise and said truthfully, "Thank you, I imitated you."

Wang Xiaokai patted Zhang Yunqi on the shoulder. He was recently obsessed with poetry and acted like he had a lot of experience. "There is a lot of plagiarism in the world. It depends on whether you can plagiarize. The first lesson for any writer is to steal from others. This is nothing, but I think your way of writing poetry is not good. It is too rigid. You should know that there are so many poets these days, and they are cheaper than chickens in the vegetable market. If you want to make a name for yourself, you must take an unconventional approach."

"How do you say this?"

Wang Xiaokai picked up the pen and wrote a poem in a few strokes:

"I intend to
To my little brother
A special gift
It's bloody
But lifelong benefits

是 的
In worldly life
have what

Outshine you
It makes me

Happiness."

After Zhang Yunqi finished reading it, he was stunned: "Not bad, Kai'er! I didn't expect there is such an evil genius like you in our class. Well, although it's just a small test, you have great potential. By the way, what is the name of this poem?"

Wang Xiaokai crossed his legs and said, "Circumcision."

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Happy New Year. End of the year summary.

This month, four silver leagues were published in Youth, all of which were supported by book friends. Among them, two were from the big brother Qian Jintailin and one was from LEON. There are too many words of thanks, I don't want to say them anymore, it's meaningless, because I know that the only way I can give back to you is to write this book well and work hard to update it.

But I still didn't do it well.

It’s mainly about updating. You don’t need to complain. I feel desperate as well.

It is true that urban novels are not easy to write nowadays, especially realistic novels of this kind. If you have a little ambition, you are in danger of being castrated. This puts me in a dilemma. I cannot write what I want to write, I must write what I am not good at, and I cannot always write what I am good at.

Recently, I also feel that I have lost my ability to create. I stay up late every night, sitting in front of the computer, with my brain blank for a long time, and I don’t know how to write at all. For a storyteller with ambition but no ability, this process is really a struggle and torment.

Perhaps, I don’t have what it takes to be a good online writer.

But should I give up?
never!

2020, thank you for being there.

In 2021, I will work harder!
(End of this chapter)