Chapter 9 Are College Students So Wild?

"5000? It's impossible!"

Zhao Yuehong was taken aback and flatly refused.

What are you kidding?

5,000 201 cards, even with the lowest face value of 30 yuan, that is 150,000!

With such a huge sum of money, if something goes wrong, she, the store manager, will have to step down.

Guo Pengfei's eyes widened even more, and he looked at Zhou Buqi like he was looking at a fool.

Freshman student, do you really understand?

The annual unified enrollment of HKUST is only about 3,000 people!

What are you doing?

Does the roll card run away?

Zhou Buqi didn't seem to be joking at all, and said seriously: "Sister Zhao, answer my question first, if I broker 5,000 201 cards from you, what price can you give?"

"25% off the face value of the card."

Zhao Yuehong's words startled Zhou Buqi.

Such a big discount?

A campus agent can get 25% gross profit? real or fake?

It really is a communication monopoly industry, absolutely huge profits!

"But 5000 cards is impossible..."

"Sister Zhao, don't rush to refuse. Isn't your agency standard the upper limit of 100 cards and 3,000 yuan denomination for each college student? I know it all."

"Then you?" Zhao Yuehong was a little surprised.

Zhou Buqi smiled, and said to Guo Pengfei: "Go outside and see who has ID cards and student ID cards, and explain clearly that the agent's phone card needs to be mortgaged, and you must collect at least 50 sets."

Guo Pengfei looked ugly, but he didn't refuse.

Ten minutes later, Guo Pengfei came back, holding a large bag of documents, and threw them on the counter.

Zhao Yuehong's face turned dark.

How could anyone do this?

This is exploiting policy loopholes!

Now college students, why are they so wild?

"Sister Zhao, is this okay?"

Zhou Buqi looked at her with a smile.

Zhao Yuehong said with a look of embarrassment: "No, this is too... 5000 cards are too many, you can't sell them."

Zhou Buqi knew that she was in risk control, and she couldn't afford 5,000 cards, so she opened the schoolbag she was carrying, and took out 5,000 yuan from the interlayer inside.

After paying the tuition, he only has this little money left.

"These are the deposits, do you think it's okay?" Zhou Buqi looked at the other party intently, "Sister Zhao, you should know that our ID cards and student ID cards are all deposited here, and all the living expenses of my university are also deposited here. The risk I take is greater than yours!"

At this time, Guo Pengfei also made an important decision. He even took out a wad of money from his butt pocket, "I also have a deposit of five thousand yuan here."

Zhou Buqi looked at him in surprise.

Guo Pengfei snorted coldly, "I know the rules of campus agency, I originally used this money to pay the deposit and agent more IP cards."

Add the two together, and this is 10,000 yuan!

"Sister Zhao, is this okay?"

"hiss……"

Zhao Yuehong felt great pressure. She was almost forty, and considering her age, it was not too much to be a mother to these two college students. But right now, he was shocked by their aura.

She still wanted to refuse, but she couldn't open her mouth no matter what.

These two college students are not ordinary, they have means and courage, they are not at all different from ordinary college students.

Especially that Zhou Buqi, that demeanor, that tone of voice, that look in the eyes... just like those old fritters in the society.

"The inventory in the store is not that much, and we have to reserve some retail, at most... at most 3,000 copies for you." Zhao Yuehong hesitated for a long time, and finally made up her mind.

Zhou Buqi said with a smile: "3000, no problem! However, I want 25% off."

"Can."

"For denominations of 30 yuan, 50 yuan, and 100 yuan, let's have 1,000 each, so it's easy to settle accounts."

"OK."

"I need you to provide a power of attorney, saying that we are indeed the campus agent of Telecom, not liars."

"good!"

Zhao Yuehong agreed one by one, feeling her body was hollowed out, "Any other requests?"

Zhou Buqi laughed, "It's gone. Oh, one last suggestion, we need to replenish the inventory as soon as possible. Maybe we will have to replenish new cards in the afternoon."

...

The proxy process went smoothly.

Next, is the second step.

Zhou Buqi first went to the copy shop, copied 50 copies of the power of attorney issued by the business hall, and led the team to the cafeteria of Hongboyuan.

It's not time for lunch yet, so the cafeteria is empty, just right for a meeting.

"In a short while, let's break it up into parts, two people form a team, and act separately. On average, the task is not heavy."

Zhou Buqi's words aroused Guo Pengfei's dissatisfaction. Fortunately, he still cared about the other party's face, and asked tactfully, "Who are you selling so much to? The freshmen haven't come to report yet!"

"Freshmen, let's talk about it tomorrow. Our goals are sophomores, juniors, and seniors, as well as graduate students and teachers."

"you drive……"

Guo Pengfei was almost amused by him, so he forced himself to ask: "Okay, tell me, how do you sell it? Let me tell you, this is the University of Science and Technology. Experienced students almost don't need an IP card. An IC card is enough. "

Immediately, someone agreed, and they all laughed happily.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Buqi was puzzled.

Guo Pengfei paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and said to him: "There are too many bugs in IC telephones, there are many ways to make free calls, especially in our college, except for the rich and idiots, everyone is taking advantage of the loopholes."

"What loophole?"

Zhou Buqi is a rich second generation. He started using mobile phones ten years ago. He really doesn't understand this kind of thing.

Guo Pengfei told him that the structure of the IC telephone is very simple, even if it has been updated for several generations, it will not be difficult for college students of these majors.

Prepare an IC card, take an ear pick, set the key, and connect them like wires. Then insert the ear pick into the card slot, and find out the position of the phone chip.

Then, use the key connected to the other end to rub back and forth on the metal part of the phone to wipe out the current. At this time, the chip of the IC phone is triggered, and you can make free calls.

Hearing this statement, Zhou Buqi was dumbfounded.

I go!

That's okay too?

Are these college students too wild?

Sure enough, he is a master of the people. He is a "rich second generation" who has never experienced the hardships of the people. I have never heard of him.

Guo Pengfei was in a daze at him, so he winked and smiled triumphantly: "Actually, there are a lot of bugs in this phone card, some of which have been fixed by Telecom, and some haven't. I found a new bug last semester. Free calls. But I have a mobile phone, and I don’t need money, so I don’t take advantage of the country.”

Awesome, awesome, awesome!

Zhou Buqi wanted to cry.

Market research is not enough!

He didn't even know that there was such an "insider story" before.

This created a huge problem for his calling card sales!

"Senior Guo, please calm everyone down. I'll go out for half an hour at most."

Zhou Buqi pondered for a moment and made a decision.

Walking out of the cafeteria, he immediately went to the printing shop.

"Boss, can the computer access the Internet?"

"What are you doing?"

"Download a photo and print, uh... print 50."

"Okay, try it. The campus network is always disconnected recently. I don't know what's wrong with it. It was maintained a while ago, and it probably needs to be repaired again."

Zhou Buqi was lucky, successfully surfed the Internet, and then searched for photos of left-behind children.

After looking through a few photos, I found a picture of a dilapidated, dilapidated teaching building with no doors, leaking rain and wind, and a dozen dark children holding books in front of it.

"Boss, print it! Just this photo, the resolution doesn't have to be too high, the speed needs to be fast."

"Fifty dollars."

While printing the photos, Zhou Buqi checked his mobile phone and found that he had received several text messages, all from Wu Yu, a high school alumnus, with rambling content.

Zhou Buqi replied casually: "I invite you to have Mala Tang when I have time."

...

Half an hour later, Zhou Buqi returned to the cafeteria of Hongbo Garden with a stack of photos. Everyone was calm and waiting patiently. It seemed that Guo Pengfei's organizational skills were really good.

"I forgot to take something and left the most important photo in the business hall, ha ha."

Zhou Buqi said without blushing.

"Photo? What photo?" Guo Pengfei felt very strange. He was there during the negotiation in the business hall, and he never mentioned any photo at all.

Zhou Buqi posted the photo, with a dignified expression, and said in a deep voice: "These are left-behind children in the western region. The school in the photo is their school. Education starts from the baby, but is this kind of school able to study? This time, I got in touch with the telecom business office and reached an agreement that I would donate the profits from the sales of campus phone cards to them as a meager effort.”

Guo Pengfei gasped.

Completely dumbfounded!

Looking at Zhou Buqi, his eyes seemed to be eating people, and his eyes were red.

madman! You are crazy!

How dare you make up such nonsense? To make money by any means, you are a devil!

Zhou Buqi remained calm, while everyone was looking at the photos, he grabbed Guo Pengfei and dragged him to a corner.

"Are you crazy?"

Guo Pengfei suppressed his voice, but he couldn't suppress his anger no matter what.

He saw Zhou Buqi's intention, which was to make money by taking advantage of the kindness of college students and their concern for children in poor areas! This is black-hearted money for consumption charity!

Zhou Buqi lowered his voice and said angrily, "Do you think I'm willing? Who knew that your bullshit college students are so wild that they can even find bugs in IC telephones? If you don't do this, how can we sell our cards?"

"Then go back!" Guo Pengfei showed no sign of weakness.

"fart!"

Zhou Buqi didn't get angry, "I worked so hard to make such a big scene, and the printing fee alone cost hundreds of dollars. You want me to refund it? Where can I refund it?"

Guo Pengfei said: "Then you can't take advantage of everyone's sympathy to make black-hearted money. Can your conscience be at ease?"

"Stop, stop!"

Zhou Buqi interrupted him very displeased, with a strange look on his face, "What black-hearted money? Who made black-hearted money? You make it clear! Except for a little exaggeration in marketing methods, I have never broken through my personal bottom line. What do you give me?" What should I label? What I did was obviously a good thing, but why did I become heinous when it came to your mouth? Is there something wrong with you? "