Chapter 417: Tongwei's College Entrance Exam

This turnover is not high; after deducting labor, costs, and other miscellaneous expenses, the daily net profit is only around twenty to thirty thousand, while Modu is relatively better, at about forty thousand.

The daily net profit of these ten Oriental Supermarkets owned by Zhang Ping'an is enough to create over thirty "ten-thousand-yuan households."

In the eyes of others, Oriental Supermarket is a money-making machine, but to Zhang Ping'an, this bit of money is optional; the main thing is the future returns.

"Everyone worked hard today. From now on, as long as you work more than two hours of overtime, everyone will get two yuan."

"Oh, that's great, General Manager Zhang is so generous."

"Exactly, I'm willing to work overtime every day."

"Who wouldn't be? With this added to the salary, it's over a hundred yuan a month; I never even dared to imagine this before."

"That's right, our sixty-nine yuan a month already exceeds many state-run factories."

"Yes, and the key is that our benefits and treatment are also good. Look at those rules and regulations; rewards and punishments are clear. It's much better than before."

"General Manager Zhang is truly a real man of Sijiucheng, so upright."

"Classy."

"Authentic."

"……"

Although Qin Huairu and Guan Xiaoguan felt that their uncle (father-in-law) was too extravagant, they didn't say much.

When Qin Huairu returned home, she told Jia Dongxu about this, but Jia Dongxu didn't take it to heart.

"Uncle sees further than we do. He must have his own ideas; you just need to follow his lead. Looking at your salaries, I even want to quit my job and follow him."

Jia Dongxu is fifty-three years old this year, but he looks like he is in his early forties. He is already a Logistics Deputy Director, and in seven years when he retires, he should be a Division-level Cadre.

"That won't do. You should just hold on for seven more years until you retire."

Whenever Jia Dongxu goes back to his wife's family with Qin Huairu, everyone calls him "Director Jia," which makes Qin Huairu's vanity explode.

"Hmm, I don't have Uncle's courage to just quit while being a perfectly good director."

Guan Xiaoguan had the same doubts at home, but Zhang Weidong knew his father was compensating the employees in a roundabout way.

"Xiaoguan, we don't earn money off our employees. Only by giving them sufficient benefits will they speak in your favor and protect the company."

"Those who talk empty words every day are useless; it's better to just give them money, which is more practical."

"Moreover, compared to Xiangjiang, we earn more in the Mainland. You have to know that wages in Xiangjiang are more than ten times those in the Mainland, though of course, the pricing and consumption are also higher."

"Ah? That much? Then wouldn't that be earning nearly ten thousand a year?"

"Still thinking it's a lot? You're the one in Finance, seeing so much money every day, and you still think ten thousand yuan is a lot?"

"That's different. That's the company's money, not mine."

"Well, I am yours, and one-thirteenth of the company is also yours."

"Go on, go on, I'm talking to you about serious matters."

"When have I ever been unserious? Speaking of which, we should have a second child."

"……" Then, the sounds of a *duet* came from the room.

For the following week, the supermarket operated almost at full capacity. Although everyone was tired, the thought of an extra two yuan in daily income made their bodies feel much lighter.

After seven days, the prices of goods returned to normal, and the customer flow decreased somewhat. The supermarket then launched a prize activity voucher; reaching a specific amount allowed for a lucky draw.

When everyone saw the various home appliance prizes on display, they didn't believe it at first, until someone reached the spending target and drew the first prize, a color television, and the third prize, a bicycle. Only then did everyone believe it, which subsequently triggered another small wave of excitement.

After that, the supermarket's turnover was maintained at around two hundred thousand. Only then did Zhang Ping'an nod with satisfaction and begin the next step of expansion.

Zhang Ping'an intends to build Oriental Supermarkets and their surrounding facilities in major cities across the country, such as well-developed cities like Pengcheng and Jinghai, and provincial capitals like Jingzhou.

Zhang Ping'an won't get involved in the remaining prefecture-level cities; he needs to leave some room for survival for other supermarket peers in the country, even though there are no peers yet.

After Zhang Ping'an gave the instructions, Zhang Weibing began his field inspections across the country.

"Who told you to still be single? If you had a wife, I wouldn't be arranging work for you."

"……"

Zhang Weibing was speechless for a moment and agreed with a bitter face. His personality is somewhat similar to Lao Er, Zhang Weijun, flirting everywhere—though only in Xiangjiang—and he hasn't settled down yet.

Zhang Ping'an only puts pressure on him with work to keep him from staying in Xiangjiang for too long; otherwise, every day it's either a little starlet or a little model, and he knows how to play even better than his old man.

"Dad, don't forget Tongwei's college entrance exam on July 7th."

"Oh, right."

The college entrance exam in '85 was in July, which is different from later generations. Zhang Ping'an had thought it was already over.

With July just around the corner and his eldest son Zhang Weidong holding down the fort in Sijiucheng, Zhang Ping'an had nothing to do, so he simply went to Handong early.

On the plane, Zhang Ping'an saw a familiar figure with a scholarly air. Looking closely, isn't that the young version of Gao Yuliang? Not to mention, he's quite handsome.

It's unclear how he ended up with Zuli Jian, although he later divorced and got together with Valentino.

Zhang Ping'an remembers that at this time, Gao Yuliang hasn't stepped into politics yet. Judging by his age, he's only in his thirties and should still be an Associate Professor. In a few years, he'll be the Law School Dean, and he won't enter politics until after the nineties.

But even so, this is impressive. An Associate Professor in his thirties—Old Gao is a high-achieving student in the true sense. He stayed on at the school right after the Reform and Opening-up; this Old Gao should have some connections.

Zhang Ping'an estimates that his parents are at least at the professor level; otherwise, the possibility of Gao Yuliang staying on directly is not high.

Gao Yuliang seemed to sense someone looking at him, looked up, and saw a handsome young man. Zhang Ping'an nodded slightly and looked away.

Gao Yuliang was a bit puzzled, but he didn't take it to heart and picked up his *History of Ming* to read again.

At the entrance of Yantai Senior High School, the elderly gatekeeper looked at the slightly familiar car, took the cigarette Zhang Ping'an handed him, and went to call Qi Tongwei.

Ten minutes later, Qi Tongwei ran out.

"Godfather."

"Hmm, Godfather brought you some food again. I will be in Yantai during this period; you must work hard on your exams."

"Okay, Godfather, don't worry. My total score in the mock exams has been around six hundred and thirty points. Not to mention the whole province, I'm sure to take the City Top Scholar."

"Hahaha, good son, keep it up."

After handing the things to Qi Tongwei and encouraging him, Zhang Ping'an left the school.

A week flashed by, and Zhang Ping'an had already brought Qi Tongwei's family of four over, all staying at the Reception House.

After the three days of the college entrance exam passed, Qi Tongwei appeared at the Reception House full of confidence.

"Brother, how did the exam go?"

"Very well, I feel like I performed beyond my usual level."

"You kid, stop bragging so much."

Although Qi Qinghai said this, the corners of his mouth were smiling; he never had to worry about Qi Tongwei's studies, it was just that the grades of Tongren and Tongyu were a bit hard to describe.

"Hahaha, good. I believe Tongwei wouldn't make empty boasts. Let's go, let's go downstairs to eat and celebrate. Order whatever you want to eat, Godfather will pay the bill."

The Reception House here was not cheap; it was considered quite presentable in Yantai, and Zhang Ping'an ordered eight dishes and one soup directly.

Tongren and Tongyu had never eaten with Zhang Ping'an before, and they were all left dumbfounded as they watched Zhang Ping'an's appetite.

"Hahaha, don't just stare blankly. Godfather knows kung fu, so I consume a lot and therefore eat a lot."

Qi Tongwei was used to it; he had previously wanted to learn a few moves from Zhang Ping'an, but unfortunately, he had been busy with his studies ever since, and Zhang Ping'an was always traveling all over the place and couldn't be found, so it was delayed.