The counterattack begins with Fan Shengmei in Ode to Joy

Chapter 311 How to thank me
In November, Zhuang Ziqiang's entrepreneurship training base officially opened.

Hundreds of aspiring young people from Yanjing and Binhai came after hearing the news from the small advertisements in the streets and alleys.

It is hard for future generations to imagine that a small advertisement can attract so many people traveling thousands of miles to attend this unknown entrepreneurship training course.

But this is also the cute side of this era. Most people are very low-war against strangers. On the one hand, it is because everyone is really simple, and on the other hand, it is true that they have not been deceived much.

But Zhuang Ziqiang didn't intend to lie, he really wanted to lead everyone to start a business, and by the way, make a small fortune himself.

Entrepreneurship training courses, which have fully borrowed from the routines of some "sales" companies in later generations, are in full swing. Hundreds of students are full of longing and expectation for a better life in the future, as if they were fed up every day.

The half-month intensive training ended in an atmosphere of unity and friendship. When parting, the trainees shed tears at the base and hugged "Teacher Zhuang" tightly.

Next, these people will return to their respective cities to start their own stall careers.

During this period of time, Zhou Bingkun has already built distribution centers in Yanjing and Binhai under Zhuang Ziqiang's remote command. As soon as these people go back, a set of street stall sales network covering Yanjing and Binhai can be established.

Zhuang Ziqiang sent the students off on the same day. The scene of hundreds of people wearing little red riding hoods and red vests at the train station was very spectacular, and passers-by paid attention to it.

Uniform dress is a characteristic of the Self-improvement Entrepreneurship Base, and this tradition will continue in the future.

That's right, Zhuang Ziqiang intends to keep running this entrepreneurial base.

Why can't CX be killed?

The most fundamental reason is to control people's hearts. Zhuang Ziqiang didn't intend to be so exaggerated, but he hoped to build a team with his own brand.

These people will not only be the stall owners of the Mala Tang stall in the future, but also the strength that accumulates.

Entering December, the weather in Jichun is getting colder and colder, and setting up stalls has become a suffering business, but the business of Malatang stalls is getting better and better.

In the cold winter months, the fiery Malatang is more popular among the common people, and the stall owners under Zhuang Ziqiang are both in pain and happiness.

On this day, Zhuang Ziqiang asked his stall owners to come to Jishantang to pick up things, and everyone came to Jishantang in a daze.

Only then did I realize that it was cold, and Mr. Zhuang wanted to distribute sheepskin jackets and sheepskin pants to everyone.

This thing is a bit stupid, and it doesn't look good, but it keeps warm, and the most important thing is to resist wind.

Everyone had cheerful smiles on their faces after receiving the items. Most of these people had work experience in state-owned units. Distributing benefits always made everyone very happy, and they found a sense of home.

"Mr. Zhuang posted this stuff too timely. It's been cold these few days, and it hurts me, Boling Gai, from the cold outside."

"Look at this big leather jacket, how thick it is, I can stay outside for a day if I put it on."

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Things like cohesion come in a little bit. These people used to find it difficult to find a job, but now they earn 300 yuan a month at least, which is ten or eight times the wages of workers at this time.

A set of leather jackets and leather pants costs 30 yuan, which is not a big deal for their income, but this kind of heart warms everyone's hearts in the cold winter.

After buying people's hearts, Zhuang Ziqiang hid in Mao Dong in the office of the publishing house with peace of mind.

In the past six months, since he joined the publishing house, he has been tinkering with his own affairs.

Both the director and the president turned a blind eye to his affairs, and he couldn't go too far. By the way, he also prepared some gifts for the director and the president, and sent them home at night.

He doesn't try to ask others to do things, but he has to express himself if it's convenient for others.

Regardless of whether he is the chief executive or not, it is not surprising that there are many people who are courteous.

In this way, Zhuang Ziqiang's stay in the publishing house became more nourishing.

On the afternoon of New Year's Day, Zhuang Ziqiang rubbed his ears and approached Expo Bookstore.

"Why are you here? Is it cold outside? Here you go, cover up."

Sun Xiaoning handed the hot water bottle to Zhuang Ziqiang, and he took the opportunity to touch her little hand.

Sun Xiaoning withdrew her hand shyly, and glanced at Liu Mei.

"It's not New Year's Day. Let's go, I'll take you to boil mutton."

Under Liu Mei's envious eyes, Sun Xiaoning followed Zhuang Ziqiang and left.

Ice and snow are a perfect match for hot-boiled lamb. The dark yellow copper hot pot with charcoal burning inside is warm.

The dense water vapor rises, and the air in the room is wet.

The clear soup in the pot was boiling, and a plate of hand-cut mutton slices was poured into the pot, picking up a few splashes.

"Eat it quickly, it will be tender as soon as it is cooked."

"Ah."

The aroma of the mutton filled the air a few seconds after it was put into the pot. Sun Xiaoning took a piece of the sesame sauce that Zhuang Ziqiang specially prepared for her, and the mutton melted in her mouth.

"Really delicious!"

After eating two plates of mutton to satisfy their cravings, Zhuang Ziqiang and Sun Xiaoning slowed down their eating and chatted while eating.

"Your brother really won't come to my place?"

"No, I have persuaded him several times."

Since Sun Chanchao learned that his sister was in a relationship with Zhuang Ziqiang, he opposed their relationship.

The grandparents are ambiguous. After all, the girl the daughter is looking for has a good family background, and it belongs to Pan Gaozhier for their family.

This is what the traitor Sun Xiaoning told Zhuang Ziqiang.

Also because of his opposition to the relationship between the two, Sun Xiaoning originally planned to let his brother Sun Chanchao work with Zhuang Ziqiang, but Sun Chanchao refused to agree.

In the past two months, the timber factory has been completely closed, and the wages have not been paid at all, so he can only go to the gate of the Post Office on Erqi Street to do some physical work.

In the past two years, more and more factories have been depressed, and the workers can no longer survive. A market for manual labor has spontaneously formed there, and they can occasionally receive one or two jobs a day.

The income instability is second, mainly due to the large amount of labor.These days, people are not as refined and expensive as later generations, and they will never find someone to do idle physical work, and it is certainly not easy to find someone to do it.

"Your brother is stubborn enough."

Sun Chanchao loved his sister very much since he was a child, and Sun Xiaoning also feels distressed when he sees his brother's current situation.

"Brother Ziqiang, can I trouble you to find a job for my brother? Even a temporary job is fine." Sun Xiaoning begged.

"I want to help, but is your brother willing?"

Sun Xiaoning was silent when he heard the words.

That's right, my brother refused to let him work with Zhuang Ziqiang because he didn't agree with her relationship with Zhuang Ziqiang. If he asked Zhuang Ziqiang to help, my brother would probably not be able to do it if he knew about it.

Seeing her frowning, Zhuang Ziqiang said, "How about this, I'll find a job for your brother later, and ask Zheng Juan to tell him that she found it for him. How about it?"

Sun Xiaoning clapped his hands and said, "This method is good!"

"How are you going to thank me?" Zhuang Ziqiang asked with a wicked smile.

Sun Xiaoning frowned, "I hate it!"

(End of this chapter)