The merchants in the Nanmen who embroidered the city’s vegetable and fish wholesale market opened stalls early this day, waiting for the city’s vegetable vendors to come and purchase goods.

The weather in June and July is cooler in the morning, and the small vendors buy goods early, so soon the entire market is filled with the lively sound of people neighing and horses.

At first no one cared, but soon the rumbling sound of the market wall attracted the attention of merchants.

"Hey, Lao Liu, what's going on?" The merchant Lao Bai came out of his shed and asked curiously about his friend next door.

"How could I know? Why don't you go and take a look? I didn't hear the market say what to fix here!" Old Liu next to him touched his shiny bald head and poked his head out of his own vegetable shed to echo.

"Then let's go and have a look?"

"Yeah, go and have a look!"

As the two of them said, they threw the work in their hands to their mum family, and leaned towards the wall that made the sound.

However, before they could get closer, a worker in blue work clothes stopped them.

"Hey, don't go there, it's dangerous to go there again!"

The two of them looked at the dust flying behind the wall, and they were really not sure what they were doing. Watching the fun was watching the fun, and it was not worth it to take their lives. So they stood there and asked the worker who stopped them, "I said, Master, what are you doing? I didn't hear anything happening to the Market Management Office!"

Lao Liu said, took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket and rolled out one and handed it to the worker.

The worker took Lao Liu's cigarette with a smile, lit it at his fire, and took a beautiful breath. Then he said, "It's the project of our vocational high school, and it has nothing to do with the Market Management Office."

Old Liu's eyes lit up and he asked with interest: "Oh? What are you doing? Do you want to tear down the wall?"

"That's right, it's convenient for you to tear down the wall and build a door, right?"

Lao Liu and Lao Bai looked at each other and felt excited. But they still asked worriedly: "Do you do this, the Market Management Office know? Can they let it go?"

When the worker heard this, he smiled proudly with his back teeth, "When our vocational high-ranking building this wall, we don't know which womb the market management office is from. They can also control the walls of our own house?"

At this time, the sound from the back of the wall became louder and louder, and several merchants came to inquire about the situation. After listening to Lao Liu and Lao Bai's publicity, they all excitedly surrounded the worker and asked questions.

"Master, do you really let us go when you open this door?" An outsider with a Henan accent narrowed his eyes and looked at the sound of the wall not far away.

"Yes, how can you make a mistake if you open the door and don't let others walk?"

Can Henan people come to Xicheng from all over the world to do business? Who is still not good at thinking? You really know the elegant meaning when you hear the string song, learn from one example and learn from other things...

In short, the worker master had not finished speaking, and the Henan man turned around and left, not even caring about the stall. A friend with his good relationship was anxious to see him leave and was about to ask him what he was doing, but before he could speak, everyone else was gone.

Zhou Shuozheng stood on the playground and watched the work of workers demolishing walls not far away. Safety production is a big deal. This is a hammer and a brick. If it hits personal medical expenses, it will be a vocational high school.

At this time, someone came in from a distance from the school gate. The old man who looked at the school gate pointed, so he walked towards Zhou Shuo with a smile.

"Is Principal Zhou? Hello!" The Henan man was stunned when he saw Zhou Shuo's appearance clearly, thinking that the principal is really young, why does he look like a baby who has just left the campus?

Zhou Shuo turned around and looked at him, asking in confusion: "Hello, who are you?"

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Li Chiqi, and I am a merchant in the vegetable wholesale market!"

Li Chiqi said, stretching out his hand. Zhou Shuo shook hands with him and said with a smile: "It turns out it's Boss Li, are you asking me for something?"

"Is something wrong!" Li Chiqi nodded heavily, waved his hand, and said generously: "I won't say those polite words. I just want to ask Principal Zhou, can I rent a place to me at the school and build a warehouse? I will pay three per month, no, five hundred, five hundred or five hundred or not?"

Before Zhou Shuo could speak, someone shouted by the wall: "Give me aside! Let me go, the wall fell!"

Then there was a rumbling sound, and a section of the wall of Yiqigao's vocational high was slowly tilted in the smoke, and then it was neatly knocked down to the ground. The materials used in this section of the wall built in the 1970s and 1980s were very solid, and the huge weight made it even cause a slight tremor on the earth when it fell down.

Zhou Shuo quickly ran over, looked around, and asked repeatedly: "How is it, is anyone injured?"

"Don't worry, principal, everyone is careful, it's okay!"

Zhou Shuo felt relieved when he heard this, but before the smoke had fallen, someone rushed over on the opposite side of the wall with bricks.

Although Lao Liu and Lao Bai do not have the keen business vision as Li Chiqi, their mouths are on their faces and they can ask if they don’t know. For so long, the workers who used to maintain the scene had already explained the situation clearly.

As soon as Lao Bai rushed over, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Where is Principal Zhou? Who is Principal Zhou?"

Little Dong, holding a sledgehammer, stood by the wall, raised his head and pointed proudly, "This is our Principal Zhou!"

"Principal, I want to rent a house!"

"I want to rent it too!"

"Don't squeeze, I'll come first, line up!"

A group of merchants followed Xiao Dong's fingers and immediately surrounded Zhou Shuo on three layers inside and three layers outside. He never bothered him and happily received each merchant and recorded their names.

After a lively morning, everything was finally arranged. Liu Guifang, who had kept the accounts, said with a smile: "Principal Zhou, now it's good! Thirty warehouses were rented out so soon. Including this money, not only is the salary enough this month, but it can also be more than 3,000 rich!"

Zhou Shuo was also very happy to hear that he had so much income. However, after all, the vocational high school is difficult to return, and his foundation is still a bit weak. He asked: "The salary this month is settled, so how much is the salary gap next month?"

Liu Guifang flipped through the account book and calculated for a while before saying, "It's still more than 8,300 left. The key is that there is no business in the machine tool workshop, otherwise the situation will be much better."

He rubbed his eyebrows and sighed: "Yes, our first vocational high school has only taken the first step, and it will be very long in the future!"

But no matter what, the crisis that has always been shrouded in the sky above the First Vocational High School has finally passed temporarily. He asked Liu Guifang to find Director Mao and asked: "What business has our machine tool workshop done before? Tell me."

Director Mao was actually a little impressed when he saw Zhou Shuo's job, he actually helped the building to reincarnate his first vocational high school. He was actually quite arrogant. He was convinced by the fact that he was convinced. He immediately replied: "Our machine tool workshop is not good, but the price is mainly cheap, because we are a school-run factory - no tax is required. Usually, we just make some big street goods such as screws, flanges, sleeves and plugs, and those with too high requirements cannot be done."

"That's how..."

Zhou Shuo thought about it, then suddenly picked up the paper and drew a picture, pointed at it and said, "Look, can we make this thing?"

Director Mao looked down for a long time and asked in confusion: "What is this thing for? Hiss - is this hydraulic rod? This thing cannot be made. We don't have the welding machine and cutting equipment it needs. If you buy it, it will be a big price."

"This is a chair that can be adjusted in height. What if it is changed to a screw here?" Zhou Shuo changed it on the paper and replaced the hydraulic rod with a screw. What he drew for Director Mao was the computer chair chassis of later generations. He didn't know much about machining, but at least he still remembered the computer chair that he used screws that he had sat on in his early years.

The design of this computer chair is very simple. Although the comfort of the computer chair is greatly reduced without the hydraulic rod. However, it also ensures free steering and movement, which is also very useful when working. This design cannot be said to be without it in 1994, at least it is considered relatively advanced.

Director Mao nodded and said, "This is almost done, but the clamping grinding in our machine tool workshop is all old equipment, and it is definitely not as effective as special equipment."

Zhou Shuo waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's okay, you can make a set of samples first, and then we go to the steel and wood furniture factory to see if they think this thing has a future."

He also didn't ask how much profit the machine tool workshop could create, as long as it didn't drag it back. Zhou Shuo's current goal is to maintain a good upward momentum of vocational high school. Before this, everyone should not be idle and should keep the start of construction and wait until Liu Gang's product is developed before making a decision.

When Director Mao heard that Zhou Shuo was going to the steel and wood furniture factory, he immediately became furious: "Steel and wood furniture factory? If you don't go, don't you go, aren't we hard enough when we cheated last time? I won't deal with them anymore no matter what I say!"

Zhou Shuo sighed. Director Mao is a bit rough. If you don’t go for something like selling products, don’t go for it.

So he nodded and agreed, "Okay, if you don't go, I'll do it, just hurry up and make the things."

Perhaps Director Mao also felt that his temper was a bit unauthorized, but his enthusiasm for work increased a lot. Without saying a word, he stood up and left with the sketch.

In the afternoon, Director Mao really lived up to his expectations and made a set of computer chair bases that used screws to adjust the height and lower levels. He happily pushed it to Zhou Shuo to show his merits.

"Principal Zhou, how about it? Look at our Mao Zedong's skills!" Director Mao turned the base around the ground and demonstrated its performance, which made people look pretty good.

"Well, it's not bad! Very successful!" As long as you do your life really well, Zhou Shuo never stings in praise.

Just as the two were discussing with great enthusiasm, a scream suddenly came from outside Zhou Shuo's office.
Chapter completed!