Chapter 52 The Money Will Be Returned
During the break, the classroom of Class 168 was very lively. The students were whispering and discussing enthusiastically. The topic was naturally the midterm exam results that had just been released. Some people looked annoyed, some were excited, and there were all kinds of people.

Zhang Yunqi munched on an apple and came to his seat. Before he sat down, Wang Xiaokai in front of him came over, knocked on the desk and said curiously: "Hey, hey, classmate Zhang, why does the teacher want you?"

Zhang Yunqi said: "My teacher said that since my grades are so good, I should avoid hanging out with the poor students in the class in the future."

"for example?"

"For example, you, Wang Xiaokai."

Wang Xiaokai was so angry that his mouth was twisted: "Is it true?"

Zhang Yunqi threw the apple core into the trash can and said, "I don't have many good points, except that I'm honest."

Wang Xiaokai chuckled, "I'm just confused. Why can't students with poor grades play with students with good grades? People always say that we should come from the masses and go to the masses. The masses, the poor students in our class are the masses! Besides, without people like us who pay the school construction fee to help No. 1 Middle School build its facade, Jiang Lihua would be left starving."

Zhang Yunqi was amused: "Kaizi, you are quite insightful."

Wang Xiaokai patted Zhang Yunqi on the shoulder and said, "Go back and read more of Selected Works of Mao Zedong, and you will be able to reach my level."

"Things that are so profound, meaningful and philosophical are not suitable for me to read. I'd better read my little yellow book." Zhang Yunqi opened the yellow English exercise book and started doing his homework.

There are three classes in the morning. After that, he has lunch and takes a nap for an hour. In the afternoon, he goes to the classroom for classes as usual. In the evening, he attends evening self-study. Now that Zhang Yunqi doesn't have to deliver the goods himself, his life is quite carefree.

At present, he has three generals on hand, old man Liu is in charge of customer service, eldest sister Zhang Qiulan is in charge of logistics, and Wang Guibing is in charge of purchasing. In fact, this lineup is not even a makeshift team, just a group of guerrillas. But this is not the rocket and plane business, and it is a business without any technical content. It's okay as long as you can deal with it.

As for Zhang Yunqi, he just looks at the delivery list every day, spends about 20 minutes reconciling the accounts with the eldest sister, and then goes to the eldest sister's house every weekend to collect the money. It is quite comfortable to be a small boss.

After the evening self-study class, Wang Xiaokai and others went out to buy supper, but Zhang Yunqi didn't go because he still had to reconcile the accounts, so he went back to the dormitory alone. Not long after, he received a call from his eldest sister Zhang Qiulan.

Before reconciling the accounts, Zhang Yunqi remembered that the stock of handheld games was running low, so he asked his elder sister: "How much stock do you have now?"

Zhang Qiulan said: "After delivering the goods this afternoon, I took inventory and found that there were 136 units left."

This amount of goods can probably only last for two or three days, but he is short of funds, so he can only sell as many handheld game consoles as possible and wait until he gets the money back before considering purchasing more goods.

He imported 800 handheld game consoles during the National Day holiday and sold them for one and a half months. Business was very bad in the first month or so, with an average of one dealer selling one per day. Later, after the dealers' own initial promotion and word-of-mouth spread, business slowly picked up. He has 27 dealers on hand, and now the sales of each dealer have finally exceeded two units, with an average total daily sales of more than units.

This quantity is still too small. Although the Tetris handheld game console is easy to be saturated, the business has just started. He has spent two months painstakingly laying the foundation for the sales channel and has just built it up. He will not stop until he sells tens of thousands of units and earns hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yunqi said to Zhang Qiulan: "I will take care of the goods in the next few days. You can deliver the goods as usual. If there is a shortage of goods, talk to the dealer. It's okay to delay it for a day or two. Sister, let's reconcile the accounts."

Zhang Yunqi opened his notebook, which recorded in detail the daily shipment volume, shipping method, order quantity of each dealer, accounts receivable and profits.

He turned to the page of today's account and reconciled it with his elder sister. When he checked the shipment quantity and receivables of the third distributor, he found an error. The distributor he recorded here was Huang Liguo, the owner of the No. 30 Middle School Store in the city. He was the first distributor he won during the National Day holiday. The shipment quantity was 1200 units, the shipment method was wholesale, and the receivables were 800 yuan. However, the payment reported by his elder sister Zhang Qiulan was only 400 yuan, yuan less.

The accounts were recorded clearly, and Zhang Yunqi found out where the problem was after a careful check. The eldest sister gave Huang Liguo 30 handheld game consoles, but due to carelessness, she only received the payment for 20 of them.

Zhang Qiulan was a little panicked at the time. 400 was not a small amount of money for her, and she said she had remembered it wrong.

Zhang Yunqi didn't think it was a big deal and said, "Don't worry. Tomorrow you can talk to Huang Liguo, the owner of the No. 2 Middle School Store. The delivery note and the amount of money are all here. He can't deny the debt."

Zhang Qiulan was relieved and said, "I'll go to No. 2 Middle School to find him tomorrow morning and call you at noon."

Zhang Yunqi agreed, hung up the phone, and then called Wang Guibing's store. After a while, Wang Guibing came to answer the phone and they chatted. Finally, Zhang Yunqi asked him to come to No. 1 Middle School the day after tomorrow to discuss purchasing, then he hung up and went back to the dormitory to sleep.

The next morning, during the last self-study class, in a slightly tense and dull atmosphere, Jiang Lihua announced the news of the seat adjustment in class.

Jiang Lihua had already explained the rules for choosing seats before the midterm exam. Seats were chosen according to grade ranking, and whoever had better grades got to choose first. Zhang Yunqi felt that this was quite cruel for students, as it brought in the social rule of survival of the fittest.

The first person to choose a seat was Chu Jian. She chose a seat by the window in the seventh row on the left, which was also Wang Xiaokai's previous seat.

Although Chu Jian was quite tall and there was no problem for her to sit in this position, this position was not good as it was very far back and did not meet the standard of a good student like her for choosing a seat. So in the eyes of Zhao Han, Lin Yueying and Wang Xiaokai, who knew the situation better, this was very intriguing. They all looked at Zhang Yunqi with an indescribable look in their faces, and Zhao Han's eyes were more complicated.

The second person to choose a seat was Zhang Yunqi.

Facing all kinds of looks, he sat back in his original seat, behind Chu Jian. But throughout the entire self-study class, Chu Jian did not even turn his head towards him.

After choosing my seat, the self-study class just ended.

Zhang Yunqi did not go to the cafeteria with Wang Xiaokai and the others. Thinking about the fact that the eldest sister did not collect the payment for goods yesterday, he went straight back to the boys' dormitory.

As soon as he entered the door, Old Man Liu poked his bald head out of the window of the gatehouse and said to Zhang Yunqi, "Xiao Zhang, your sister called twice and asked you to call her back as soon as you get here."

Zhang Yunqi leaned against the window and called the convenience store near his eldest sister's house.

The eldest sister was obviously waiting for his call in the store. She answered the phone after it rang twice. She said on the phone: "Brother, I went to the No. 2 Middle School this morning to ask Huang Liguo for payment, but he refused to admit it. He kept saying that he paid for 30 handheld computers and that I made a mistake. No matter what I said, it was useless."

The eldest sister's voice sounded anxious. Such a mistake had occurred not long after she took over the delivery. She naturally felt bad and full of self-blame.

Zhang Yunqi said, "It's okay, sister. I'll go find Huang Liguo tomorrow afternoon. Don't worry, I'll get the money back."

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(End of this chapter)