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Chapter 202 You're Really Not Smart

All beginnings are hard.

But Song Huan has clearly made a good start.

The tremendous success of No. 1 Middle School and the popularity of No. 12 Middle School stand like two living signs at the entrance of No. 9 Primary School.

Those shrewd businessmen didn't need much persuasion; they came running to them on their own.

Song Huan ran back and forth for a week, going to the Ninth Elementary School every day after school, signing one contract after another.

Ten shops—a breakfast shop, a bakery, a stationery store, and a milk shop—we signed contracts for them all, no more, no less.

Once the store is signed, the next step is operation and business model management.

Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing stood at the entrance of the Ninth Primary School, looking at the row of newly signed shops across the street. The sunlight shone down from above, making the words on the signs shine.

Song Huan turned around and looked at Xiao Yunqing.

"Your home is relatively close to No. 9 Elementary School, and you may also need to pick up and drop off Xiao Jue on weekdays."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Xiao Yunqing seriously.

"So I've decided to hand over the business of Ninth Elementary School to you."

Xiao Yunqing was startled and took half a step back. "I...I can't do it."

Xiao Yunqing is usually quite proud, but at this moment she was a little flustered.

Song Huan smiled and softened her tone.

"What are you afraid of? Don't you think this is a great opportunity to hone your skills? School only teaches knowledge, but this teaches the skills to stand on your own two feet in society."

He looked at her and said, "Besides, I'm not giving you complete control. If you don't know how, you can always come to me."

Xiao Yunqing bit her lip, thought for a moment, and slowly nodded, "Then... I'll give it a try."

Song Huan reassured her a bit more, "Yeah, I'll come help you then. And the busy period will only last a few weeks selling cards; once things stabilize, there won't be much to do."

Xiao Yunqing thought about it and agreed.

The cards for No. 1 Middle School have almost all been sold out. Chen Xu and Zhao Qihang have been quite free lately, except for occasionally going to No. 3 Middle School to help Zhou Shan.

The two squatted under the shade of a tree and began to plan the operation mode of the Ninth Primary School.

After all, it's primary school, so it needs to be distinguished from high school and junior high school.

Xiao Yunqing took out a notebook from her schoolbag, opened it, and started drawing on the paper.

"At the primary school, the two peak times are when parents pick up and drop off their children."

She drew two lines on the paper. "We can arrange for people to set up stalls at the school gate during these two time periods to sell cards. While parents are waiting in line for their children, they have nothing to do, so they can listen to our explanation."

Song Huan nodded without saying anything.

Xiao Yunqing was just mustering up the courage to express her thoughts, so it was best not to interrupt her and just listen quietly.

Xiao Yunqing continued writing, "In addition, we can put up banners at the school gate. Parents will see them every day and gradually remember them. We can also spend some money to bribe a few parents to post messages in the parent group and ask the homeroom teacher to help forward them."

She looked up at Song Huan and asked, "What do you think?"

Song Huan looked at the carefully written words on the paper and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"The idea is good, but it's not enough."

He picked up a pen and started writing rapidly on the paper.

"The Ninth Primary School has six grades, with more than 600 students in each grade. That's 3,600 children, which means 3,600 parents. It would be a waste not to make good use of them."

He tapped the pen tip on the paper, pondered for a moment, and said, "Distributing posters among elementary school students is useless; they won't understand them and won't care. So we need to make a scene, so that parents and children can see it."

Xiao Yunqing thought for a moment, "How about we hire a lion dance troupe? It's not expensive, just a few hundred yuan. Elementary school students like to watch something exciting."

Song Huan's eyes lit up, and she nodded. "This is good."

Lion dancing is a local specialty of F3 in South China. Just like men seeing an excavator, almost everyone is captivated by it.

He continued, "At the same time, we can set up a ring toss game at the school gate. You get a ring for every card you buy, and whatever you toss, you get for free. We can also buy some small toys; it's low-cost, but kids like them. Parents will naturally buy cards to keep their children happy."

Xiao Yunqing's eyes lit up, and she nodded.

Song Huan didn't stop writing, a strange smile appearing on her face.

"We can also hold competitions, class competitions, and put up a banner to see which class gets the most cards!"

He drew a large banner on a piece of paper with a line of text written on it.

"Congratulations to Class 2, Grade 3, for currently ranking first with 45 membership cards! Parents' love is the best gift for children!"

He put down his pen, looked at the line of text, and couldn't help but laugh.

Xiao Yunqing also came over to look, looked at it once, and then looked at it again, her eyes widening.

But that's not all. Song Huan continued, "We can also have individual competitions, and we can upgrade the quality of the cards. Level 1 cards are 60 yuan with a 20% discount, Level 2 cards are 80 yuan with a 25% discount, and Level 3 cards are 100 yuan with a 30% discount!"

Xiao Yunqing was completely dumbfounded. Song Huan's move was too ruthless. Watching other parents compete on the ranking list while her own child didn't have a card was so embarrassing.

She glanced silently at Song Huan, whose smile was uncontrollable and whose face was full of malice, and couldn't help but think to herself.

This person is absolutely wicked.

……

Next Monday is the first midterm exam for senior high school students.

Everyone in the class was studying diligently. During breaks, few people went out to play; instead, they were all hunched over their desks doing exercises, flipping through textbooks, and checking answers.

Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing were also very serious.

Although we need to take care of the operation of the Ninth Primary School Food Alliance, we can't neglect our studies.

I get up at six every morning and don't go to bed until one in the night. I also spend an extra half hour in the classroom at noon doing practice problems.

Mathematics was Xiao Yunqing's weak point.

Song Huan had explained the same type of problem to her three times, and she herself was getting a little dizzy from explaining it, but she still didn't quite understand.

They say that when people are pushed to the limit, they're capable of anything.

But what if you bring me a math problem?

If you push her too far, will she really be able to solve math problems?

Fourth time.

This question has been explained for the fourth time!

Song Huan redraws the diagram on the draft paper, writing it down step by step, stopping to look at her after each step.

She nodded, and he continued.

She frowned, and he changed his approach.

He put down his pen when he reached the last step.

"Have you learned it?"

Xiao Yunqing scratched his head and pointed to the last two lines on the draft paper.

"I still don't quite understand what comes after that."

Song Huan took a deep breath and pinched her philtrum, afraid that she would faint.

Xiao Yunqing was a little embarrassed. Seeing that his expression was not right, she was about to speak when she immediately reached out and pinched his lips, pouting.

"You're not allowed to call me stupid!"

Song Huan's mouth was pinched shut, preventing her from speaking.

He looked at her for two seconds, then removed her hand, thought for a while, and finally spoke.

"You're really not smart!"