Song Song brought a few bad boys to the alley and solemnly explained to them a major event: protecting Aunt Lan.

The bad boys are at the youngest and most passionate age. Seeing Song Song explaining them so seriously, they suddenly felt that the responsibility was heavy, and without thinking, they said that they "have to us."

Song Song smiled slightly: "You can't influence Aunt Lan's business, so you have to pretend to be more like you. From tomorrow, I'll ask Aunt Lan and the others to teach you a craft, and I'll guarantee you will like it."

"Do you really need to learn?" The bad boys collapsed. For gangsters like them, they are usually ashamed of being down-to-earth and proud of being idle. If they suddenly become ambitious, they will be ridiculed by their friends!

"That's all your loyalty?" Song Song raised his eyebrows.

Song Song himself has a completely different temperament from his peers. At this time, he just raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes brought a little disappointment, which immediately made the bad boys' heads stuck.

They secretly looked at Song Song, feeling their hearts stuttering.

Logically speaking, everyone is all men, and they will not have any inappropriate thoughts about Song Song, but Song Song is the best person they have ever seen. After seeing Song Song and then looking at others, they feel that no one can match him. If Song Song asks for it, they may even give him their lives!

"Learn if you want to learn!" Several bad boys gritted their teeth and agreed in unison.

The next day, Aunt Lan’s hair salon had a few more young people. They rotated during the day and night, not as thugs, but as craftsmen.

The day before they didn't work, but changed their hairstyle under Song Song's command, which was to practice for the two apprentices.

The new hairstyle is very fashionable, not only cut with the edges and corners, but also dyed colorfully. When a few young people looked in front of the mirror, their eyes widened. They never thought they could still be so handsome!

The young men praised Aunt Lan and the other two's hair dyeing skills on the spot, and said that they must learn this craft and that those guys who are mingling around like them beg them to dye their hair!

As a dependents who often go home to ask for money and go out to hang out, the bad boys still have a sweet mouth. When they enter the door, they call out, coaxing Aunt Lan and the other two to shoulder the important task of "training out-of-school teenagers".

Interest is the best teacher. With Song Song being inspired by him, several bad boys awakened their vigorous desire to learn and actively provided their opinions to express their thoughts that they could be more handsome.

When they spoke, they stared at Song Song's hair with bright eyes, looking eager to try: Brother Song has such a face, and it would be so cool if he paired it with the dark green and dark purple color. Others can tell that Brother Song is their eldest brother at a glance!

Song Song ruthlessly refused to hand over his hair to them to practice.

The bad boys could only sigh, and then they worked diligently to Aunt Lan’s two apprentices, letting them wash their hair and blow their heads, and they were extremely obedient. Occasionally, they just threatened those greasy customers who were not eyebrowed, and they looked a little motivated.

Song Song arranged several out-of-school teenagers and was in a good mood.

In the blink of an eye, it was the agreed day. Song Song was pulled out of the quilt by his mother in the morning, and he sat in the passenger seat with a meat bun in his mouth half-awake.

The meat buns made by Grandma Song have thin skin and a lot of fillings, which are very delicious. Even though Grandma Song's Alzheimer's disease became more and more serious later, she didn't remember anything. She still didn't lose her skills in making meat buns. She could even pinch beautiful buns with her eyes closed.

Song Song chewed the delicious meat filling, but felt that it was much better than many of the delicacies I tasted later.

Song's mother glanced at Song Song's eating with satisfaction, and suddenly felt a little regretful that she didn't let him take two more.

The young man of seventeen or eighteen years old is the best at eating. How can he eat enough meat buns? She was also anxious and wanted to determine early whether Xiang Qiu could really eat their fruits.

It is only when people are really short of money that they understand how important money is.

Song Ma said: "I'll take you to eat wontons after I've delivered the goods."

"The wontons outside are not as delicious as the buns made by grandma." Song Song said, "We will go home after delivery."

"Okay." Song Ma didn't know what was delicious in the provincial capital, so she couldn't take her son to eat.

What's more, in their current situation, eating wontons is a luxury, so it's better to make money first.

After Song Song finished the meat bun, he thought about what he wanted to talk to Xiang Qiu for a while.

It is mid-July now, and according to the lunar calendar, it is still more than June. The closest festival is the Chinese Valentine's Day.

There is no overwhelming holiday marketing like later generations, and there are fewer people who have celebrated Valentine's Day. In just half a month, if my mother and Brother Xiang's business are completed this time, I can give you several marketing plans to Brother Xiang, so that he can seize the opportunity to stir-fry the festive atmosphere.

"Mom, can you get an apple?" Song Song asked.

"Yes, the apples are just in season in July and August, and now only one batch is ripe. By August, the mountains will definitely be full of them, and the price is very cheap." Song Ma knew the fruits well and answered without thinking.

Song Song said: "Then you book a batch and you need to sell it better. It's better to have a red skin. Brother Xiang and I will discuss a cooperation with you."

Song's mother glanced at Song Song and felt that her son seemed to be different.

In the past, my son had many ideas, but he was not very concerned about making money and other things. They also consciously asked their children to concentrate on their studies and try not to get involved in business matters.

Song Ma obviously didn't trust her son who was less than eighteen. She looked at the roadside carefully and asked casually: "You are young, why are you talking about cooperation with others?"

Song Song said: "After the reform and opening up, young people love to celebrate foreign festivals more and more, and merchants have also made many tricks to stimulate holiday consumption. Instead, our own traditional festivals are deserted and not many people will celebrate them. I think, even if you cannot pay attention to traditional festivals, you have to treat them equally. Brother Xiang has so many industries under his command, and it is just right to join forces to hold a wave of Chinese Valentine's Day activities."

If you are doing activities, one or two stores alone will not create a festive atmosphere, and at least you have to work together with multiple parties.

Song Ma doesn't understand very much.

She is the kind of down-to-earth honest person who doesn't know any marketing hype at all.

Song Song didn't force Song Ma to learn this trick. He smiled and said, "Anyway, Apple will not be out of stock at that time."

Song Ma said: "Nothing can be missing in this season."

That being said, Song Ma was still thinking about the hills she often ran to.

If you want to tell which apple is sweet and juicy, she can still get one, two, three, four, and five. As for which apple is red and has a good appearance, she really has to go to the spot to see it. Maybe she has to watch it on the spot.

The mother and son each had their own thoughts, and the car quickly drove into the provincial capital.

They encountered two inspections along the way, and the traffic police kindly reminded that the car was about to be scrapped, so it would be better not to drive on the road in the future.

Song Ma sighed in her heart. If the car cannot pass the annual inspection this year, it would be a little worse!

Song Song led Song Ma to Xiang Qiu's place.

Xiang Qiu had already sent someone to wait. When Song Ma got off the car, she immediately saw two tattooed men walking towards her.

Song Ma's heart skipped a beat. She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the tattoos on the left and right arms of two burly men who had changed to "prosperity" and "rich and strong".

Just now, she was looking at the surrounding environment.

Early in the morning, the street was very quiet, and most of the stores were not open, and there was no feeling of neon lights flashing and indulging in the evening.

However, judging from the fancy signs, it should be very lively at night here.

Song Ma couldn't help but look at Song Song.

Song Song smiled obediently at his mother, as if he didn't know where these closed stores were or what entertainment activities were.

Two burly men had already approached and said to Song Song and his son: "Brother Xiang asked us to move the goods, and after counting them in the warehouse, we will pay for you." After one of them said that, Xiang Qiu's words were conveyed to Song Song, "Brother Xiang also asked you to go upstairs and sit down."

Song Song looked at Song Ma.

Song's mother thought of Song Song saying she wanted to talk to Xiang Qiu on the way, and nodded and said, "If you ask you to go, just go. You have little arms and legs, you can't move much goods. Don't run around when you go in. I will go to see Boss Xiang after I finish my work."

Song Song obediently agreed and entered the last box with a familiarity.

Xiang Qiu was still sitting alone smoking. When he saw Song Song coming, he still asked Song Song to sit down. In the past few days, he had put Song Song on the agenda for those three plans, and the progress was quite smooth. The more he looked at Song Song, the more he liked him.

"Are you sure about the college entrance examination this year? Which school did you apply to?" Xiang Qiu asked.

Song Song knew Xiang Qiu’s plan as soon as he heard it. He wanted to bring him into the gang. It was almost the same in his previous life, but at that time he was desperate and had no choice. He smiled and said, "I probably won’t pass the exam this year, and I am going to repeat the year."

Smart people are very easy to speak. Xiang Qiu knew that Song Song was an idea, so he heard Song Song say he was going to repeat the exam, so he took back the rest.

Xiang Qiu said: "Repeat the exam carefully. If you get into college next year, I will give you a big red envelope."

After chatting, Song Song opened his backpack and started to take out his stuff.

Xiang Qiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Song's somewhat familiar action.

Song Song took out a Chinese Valentine's marketing plan that he had made in the past two days. He smiled and said, "I was wandering around the provincial capital a few days ago and chatted with Brother Tom and the others. I found that Brother Xiang had a lot of industries, so I thought of an activity plan and wanted to see if Brother Xiang is interested."

Xiang Qiu took over the plan handed over by Song Song.

Song Song's plan looks very ordinary, and Xiang Qiu knows many methods to promote consumption. What is rare is that he cleverly combines these methods and links many industries in his hands!

For example, couples can get lottery, discount, half price next year, etc. When collecting all the shops, they can also design romantic seal cards. Each shop also has designed special stamp seals, which look both beautiful and fun.

As for the second cup at half price, there is no need to mention the live interactive games. If it can be promoted in advance, the young couples would like it very much.

Men are most willing to spend money when chasing their girlfriends. It’s different to say after chasing them or marrying them, so Valentine’s Day marketing can be done.

"You're going to give me such a good plan?" Xiang Qiu asked.

"I can't handle it even if I hold it." Song Song smiled, "It just so happens that Brother Xiang, you have a lot of industries. If you want to add it, you can pick and add it. I'm throwing bricks and attracting jade."

Xiang Qiu was a cheerful person. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Then I will buy this plan for money?"

"I want to cooperate with Brother Xiang more."

"How to cooperate?"

"I want to send apples to your stores, Brother Xiang. My mother will deliver the goods to you. You can help sell them, and the money will be 28 cents."

Song Song said that the two or eight points were of course the two of his mother, and Xiang Qiu was eight.

Xiang Qiu didn't think Song Song's lion was open, but was curious about how Song Song sold the apples for flowers. He didn't care about this little money at all, and agreed: "No problem."

The two leaders did not need to work for one thing. After hearing Xiang Qiu agree, Song Song immediately climbed up the pole and told Xiang Qiu how to package the apples and how to invisibly insert the "report" of their apples in the Chinese Valentine's advertisement.

Finally, Song Song said shyly: "I have no way to do these things and no manpower. I may have to ask Brother Xiang to help me. Then I will deduct them from the money I earn."

Xiang Qiu was not only not angry when he heard this, but also couldn't help laughing.

It has been a long time since he met such an interesting child.

Not only is it fun, but it is also bold, and it dares to think, say and do.

According to Song Song's plan, even if the advertisement is not sold on the provincial platform, it can be burned into a CD and played in a color TV in the store and outside the store, preheating the Chinese Valentine's Day for ten or eight days.
To be continued...