The BP machine is very profitable at this time, but the cost is also very high.

For a big brand like Motorola, the starting price is at least two to three thousand. Even people with good jobs in big cities will have to spend more than half a year's salary.

After buying it, you still have to pay a few hundred fees for the paging station every year.

If you want to sell a BP machine, how much payment do you need to prepare?

So Dong Liming was surprised: "Song Yang, your family is so rich?"

"Let's ask first, how much is the purchase price?" Song Yang was thinking of a classic marketing example from the 1990s. Whether it would work at this time depends on cost and network resources.

So he asked again: "Dai Can, what do you do at home?"

This was a classmate from Yanjing. He didn't know why Song Yang asked this, so he said unnaturally again: "It's just an ordinary unit."

The others looked at each other and smiled, and then teased: "If there is anything I can't say openly, we are all classmates. Do your parents work in a confidential unit? Or are they senior cadres who are difficult to disclose?"

This is also the reason why Song Yang asked him. They have been training here for a long time and live in the same room. Only Dai Can's background is unknown to everyone.

Dai Can shook his head: "I really just work in an ordinary unit. Song Yang, why do you ask this?"

"If there is money to be made from selling BP machines, then I would like to establish a connection with Yanjing's paging station." Song Yang did not hide anything, "If you don't want to say it, you probably have your own difficulties. It doesn't matter."

"...Thank you." After Dai Can finished speaking, he read the book silently.

The more everyone looked at him, the more they felt that his background might not be simple. Otherwise, why would he keep it so secret from his classmates? It would make people think that he was not a close friend.

When meeting classmates, the first thing often is to talk about hometown and each family, so as to get acquainted with each other for the first time.

Others did not press Dai Can further, but looked at Song Yang in surprise: "Why are you suddenly thinking about making money?"

Song Yang sighed: "My dad works in a garment factory, and the factory's performance is not good now. What if one day he will be suspended without pay?"

This sentence aroused the emotions of the three people, and they were all a little depressed.

Then someone else said: "At most, it's just work-study and doing business...Song Yang, can you do it?"

Young people who have just entered the ivory tower are yearning for things like making money, but they are also confused.

"I want to give it a try." Song Yang just said, "It's the same thing as selling something, maybe selling a BP machine, and I can earn a month's living expenses."

Shu Guangfu from Sichuan Province immediately asked tentatively: "Song Yang, if you can make money, can you take me with you?"

He was admitted in a rural area.

"If it can be done, of course it will be no problem."

"...Why did we talk about this in today's sleep-talk meeting?" Dong Liming was a little surprised, "I think it's normal to talk about next semester's classes..."

He was almost 22 years old and the eldest among them all, but suddenly he felt that what Song Yang was thinking about was actually more mature than him.

"It's just nonsense." Song Yang laughed, "Besides, if you make money during the summer vacation and have money when you get to school, you won't feel bad if you buy tapes to give to your female classmates."

Now Dong Liming got excited: "Hey! I think selling tapes is a good idea. There are many people who want to buy English listening tapes or popular songs."

Song Yang listened with a smile.

By initiating more topics, you can also observe the personality and thinking of these students.

Military training is a very good environment. Song Yang can see who is obedient and who endures hardships.

Classmates at Yan University can also become good connections or subordinates in the future.

Song Yang rested his hands on his head and continued to think about the next plan.

…

Training for the military parade is the most boring period of the entire military training period.

First, take the class as a unit to see if a group of people can walk neatly and whether their posture is standard.

Then the entire district team and the entire squadron must be reorganized into a square formation, so that the entire square formation is neatly lined up and high-spirited.

After the initial training of each class comes to an end, the positions in the square formation are rearranged.

"Everyone is here! Stand at attention!" The squadron leader stood upright, "You don't have a gun yet, and your arms are all uneven. Where did all the training in the original team go? Do you want to start over again?"

It was completely silent. After practicing for so long, everyone knows that talking back will not end well.

"Do it again! If you still can't walk together, continue to practice more!" The squadron leader pointed to the female phalanx passing by, "The female soldiers in the 1st Squadron can walk better than you!"

Song Yang stared straight ahead.

Someone in the square formation was fooled. After turning his head and looking over, he heard the squadron leader yell: "Does it look good? Only when you practice well can you rest and look good! Everyone, look forward! Look to the right! Look forward! Let's walk together."

!one two three four--"

The 1st Squadron over there may have performed well, and maybe they got some preferential treatment because they were girls, so they went into a short break again.

Everyone sat on the horses beside the playground, gathering in twos and threes and whispering.

At this time, watching the male classmates is just a pastime.

There are always those who are willing to be picked up to practice alone, which is a bit social and loses the first right to choose a mate.

After so many days, Shen Qingxue already knew who Song Yang was, but she chose not to look more, otherwise she would be laughed at again.

She was also secretly thinking in her heart: Does Song Yang know who he is now?

Shen Qingxue had never seen Song Yangchao in particular. She only knew that Song Yang was very serious in training.

"Oops!" Lan Hui, who was in the same class as Song Yang, suddenly whispered, "Look, he was pulled out to practice alone."

Shen Qingxue couldn't help but look over, and then realized that there were several pairs of smiling eyes next to her.

It is true that individual training is individual training, but it is not because of poor performance.

He was obviously picking the flag bearer of the phalanx!

"Hehehe... Is anyone worried? The flag bearer is very tired and needs to practice alone."

Shen Qingxue immediately picked up the kettle and drank water: "How many days have passed and I'm still talking nonsense."

"Now he has been noticed by more people..."

Shen Qingxue looked at her squadron, and sure enough, many people were looking in that direction.

"Just pay attention, I think you guys are bored..." she said, pretending to be generous and looked over, "You don't look like what you said..."

It's just...he's just a bit taller.

She looks...not as beautiful as herself.

"Hey, Fan Zhong is looking at you again. You made a wrong step and will be punished!"

In the phalanx of the 4th Squadron, Duoran, a man in the second row, was led out again. He walked alone and touched the pole in his squad leader's hand with his arm.

Song Yanggang completed a journey under the watchful eye of the squadron leader.

"The goose step is not strong enough! The flagpole is very heavy. Are you willing to practice hard?" asked the squadron leader.

The flag bearer is the face, and must definitely be the best person in the square. This requires awareness and practice, and hard work.

"Report to the squadron leader! Make sure to complete the mission!" Song Yang replied loudly.

"Okay! Dong Liming, Weng Yu, come out!"

Two people came running over, stood at attention and saluted, and then the squadron leader said: "You two, be the flag protectors!"

"Yes!" Dong Liming said with difficulty, but Weng Yu's eyes were bright.

Song Yang was a little surprised.

Among this group of students, Weng Yu was famous: he beat up the district captain and was imprisoned for two days.

Unexpectedly, the squadron leader would now be accused of being the flag guard regardless of past suspicions.

"Everyone else, everyone, take a 10-minute break and see how the three of them go!"

Fan Zhong was relieved. He walked aside and sat on the horse, drinking water and rubbing his legs.

He glanced at the No. 1 squadron that was starting training again, and then looked at Song Yang with an incomprehensible look.

Song Yang seriously stretched out his hands to hold the flagpole that didn't exist yet, and kicked a powerful goose step.

It’s not because of the honor of being a standard-bearer, it’s just because he has the self-discipline brought by his adult experience.

Since it is military training, then try your best to do military training well.

If you don’t have such a mentality, will you be able to do other major things in the future?

This step must be taken anyway.

With this kick, it gradually reached midsummer.

It was the end of May, and Dong Liming complained endlessly: "Why do you want to ask for my name? It's okay to punish you, I didn't make any mistakes."

Weng Yu was overjoyed: "I will complain about hardship and tiredness every day, so why are you practicing so well?"

Dong Liming let out a long sigh: "It's all because of you shouting big brother that I lost myself. What about you? You beat up the district captain, why have you changed your ways now?"

"I originally came here for military training, so who told him to wrongly accuse me?" Weng Yu also sighed, "I got a small punishment before I even got to school. It's not a punishment. It's for me to perform well.

opportunity, otherwise I will be beaten to death by the old man when I go home."

Dong Liming rubbed his waist and looked around, and suddenly let out a sigh: "Why did the 1st Squadron change its flag bearer? Hey, is he the star of your history department?"

Weng Yu covered his eyes and took a look: "It's true."

Song Yang quietly looked at Shen Qingxue holding a long pole over there, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
Chapter completed!