Instant Noodles Millionaire

"Washbasin, have you really decided to drop out?" a pair of good friends were saying goodbye at the gate of the famous Wudaokou Institute of technology.

"Well, my parents have left, leaving me two young sisters. I must go back and take care of them!" said a boy wearing bell bottomed pants, who was definitely a fashion person at that time.

"But you can't quit! Do you know how many people dream of entering Tsinghua University? Why did you quit like this? You're crazy!! you don't want your future and future!!!" another person asked loudly, attracting the students around you.

"Yes, if I can graduate from here and enter the society, I should have a brilliant life!" the boy nodded. "But so what? If I drop out now, my glory will come three years in advance. Isn't that good?"

"Bill Gates dropped out of Harvard half way through school!"

"Who is Bill Gates? Haven't you heard of it?"

"Microsoft... Well, it hasn't been 95 years. He doesn't seem to be famous now..." the boy sighed. "Brother, I've made up my mind. Don't persuade me anymore. Anyway, I'll be rich in the future."

"Make a fortune? Are you crazy? You don't even have a diploma, let alone assign jobs. You can't enter public institutions or state institutions. What brilliant life do you have? Do you want to speculate and become a self-employed person?" another person said bitterly.

"Self employed, of course I'm not self-employed. If I want to be a big boss, don't you know? My parents left a factory for me. I'll be a small boss when I go back!" the boy smiled.

"A food factory with only a dozen workers..." the other party showed a look of disdain despite his high self-restraint.

"Xiao Qi, how about we make a bet?" the boy smiled and hugged his roommate's shoulder. "If I can develop my food factory to the scale of thousands of people in three years from now to your graduation, how about you come to help me and be the general manager for me?"

"Thousands of people?" Xiao Qi was frightened by his friend's words. Did this guy lose his mind? He thought he operated a large state-owned factory with thousands of people?

But if you can really run a factory with thousands of people, how much money does this guy have to make?

One million?

"Well, would you like to bet with us? Don't you have the courage? You have a word!" the boy said with a smile.

"OK! If you can really be the big boss, you will be the general manager!" Xiao Qi nodded hard.

"OK, I'll see you in three years!" the boy waved and disappeared into Xiao Qi's sight.

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"Dalin, it's not appropriate for us to make such a fuss? After all, the old factory director and his wife have only been walking for less than half a month!" at the door of a dirty, dilapidated and oil smelling small factory, more than a dozen men holding signs such as "debt repayment, no arrears of working-class wages" blocked the door, led by a middle-aged man in his 40s, There was a short and fat wife beside him, some of whom couldn't bear to say.

"What if we've only been away for half a month? They've already owed us half a year's salary, which is 900 yuan! Our family is almost out of money. If we don't pay back our salary today, our whole family will starve to death!" Stalin said angrily "Listen, I heard that the top student has come back. We just want his salary. We can't sell all the equipment in the factory. We can always get our salary back!"

"But if the equipment in the factory is sold, the factory will be completely gone!"

"What if it's gone? He's a top student of Tsinghua University. He still likes such a small food factory! Don't worry, people have great skills. They won't run this small and broken factory anymore. Maybe they're discussing selling machines with others now!"

"Listen to me, we must stick to it this time, or the little rabbit will sell the equipment and run to Beijing with all his money, and we won't want our salary back for half a year!" shouted Stalin. The other workers behind him immediately shouted, and the slogan of asking the other party to pay back the money was even louder.

Just as Stalin and others shouted slogans, the long door finally opened, and several figures came out of the factory. Several appropriately dressed adults looked at the troublemakers meaningfully, then got on a car at the gate of the factory and left the boy standing at the door.

Seeing the boy appeared, Dalin "ha ha!" the boy smiled and said, "Uncle Lin, if you've been hungry for six months, are you a man or a ghost?"

"You thin ghost, how did you talk?" Uncle Lin's face suddenly changed.

"No matter what I say, please let go first!" the young man glared at Uncle Dalin fiercely. The man in his 40s was scared by this stare and couldn't help shrinking back a few steps.

After retreating, he felt that he had no face, so he angrily said, "Jia Yapeng, I ask you, did those people come to see the equipment just now, and are you going to sell the equipment?"

"Half!" Jia Yapeng said faintly.

"What does that mean?" Uncle Lin was puzzled.

"Uncle Lin, you're only half right. Those people really come to see the equipment, but they don't intend to buy the equipment. They just estimate the mortgage price for these equipment and then lend it to me!" Jia Yapeng said.

"Loan? What does loan mean?" Uncle Lin was stunned when he heard this completely strange word.

"Wipe, I forgot that the Chinese people of 90 years are still too pure. Most of them have never heard of the word loan!" Jia Yapeng touched his head and then explained, "in short, they are people from the bank, evaluated the price of our equipment, used these equipment as collateral and lent me a sum of money!"

"That's not to sell the equipment... Wait... That means you have money in your hand now!!" Uncle Lin's eyes brightened and immediately shouted, "pay back the money and give us our wages back quickly!"

"Yes, I will give you money. I will not only pay you the six months' salary in arrears, but also give you an additional six months' compensation, a total of one year's salary!" Jia Yapeng said seriously.

"What did you say?" then all the workers present were stunned.

"I said, I will give you a year's salary. Your uncle Dalin's salary is 150 yuan a month, so I will give you 1800 yuan!" Jia Yapeng said.

"1800 yuan!!" Uncle Lin swallowed his saliva and began to fantasize about a better life with the money, but he soon broke free from his fantasies.

"Peng... Childe Jia, you can't make me happy! How can you give me a year's salary!" Uncle Lin said incredulously.

"I said I would give it, but not now, but two months later, two months later, I will give each of you a total of 14 months of salary!" Jia Yapeng said.

"Two months!" Uncle Dalin's eyes widened. "Jia Yapeng, you're still teasing your uncle, aren't you? Don't think your uncle is easy to cheat. You've been running away for two months. How can we find you!!"

"You absolutely don't have to worry about me running away, because in the next two months, I Jia Yapeng will eat, sleep and work!! I will stay in the factory all the time. Each of you can see me. I will never leave this field!"

"Everyone cheer up. Our Daqian instant noodle factory will start again!"