When he got home, Zhang Yiming took a simple bite of food and then plunged into the house again. Until after 10 o'clock in the evening, a detailed marketing plan was released.

Because he had already negotiated the transaction conditions with Liu Xiong, the next morning, Wang Fa and Zhang Yiming went to the bank and sent 10,000 yuan to Liu Xiong.

Zhang Yiming knew that Liu Xiong was a very credit-oriented person, so he was not worried about problems. When he came back from the bank, he started preparing according to the planned marketing plan.

Three days later, the first batch of parts were shipped to the cargo station in Tongyuan County through the bus. Looking at the tightly packed cardboard boxes, Wang Fa's eyes were excited and hot.

"You take the parts apart and assemble them with me."

Zhang Yiming did not hide his personal information, and carefully demonstrated the installation steps to Wang Fa several times. At first, Wang Fa's assembly speed was very slow and he often made mistakes, but after several consecutive assembly times, he began to become proficient.

The next morning, several tricycles suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of Tongyuan County. The bodies were covered with spray-painted cloth with the words BP and Dafa Communication. There was also a loudspeaker tied to the handlebars, and the pre-recorded promotional slogans were played over and over again.

At the entrance of the Dafa Newsletter Store, there were two tall young beauties wearing red cheongsams standing. There were carpets on the ground. At the door, a very beautiful arch was made with balloons of various colors, and a banner with a "Dafa Newsletter First Communication Festival" was pulled.

These propaganda methods are basically a mess in the future, but in this era, they are very unique. Since the morning, people have been watching the fun at the door of Dafa Newsletter, both men, women, and young.

When Zhang Yiming saw that the people coming were almost gone, he asked Wang Fa to give the potato peeling knife prepared in advance to the onlookers as a gift, and told these people that as long as they help promote and receive customers, they would send them red envelopes whenever they made a deal.

The sales price of BP machines in Dafa Newsletter Store was not high and there were many publicity methods. On that day, seven units were sold. Until the store closed at night, Wang Fa was so excited that he couldn't sit still.

He really didn't expect that the money would be obtained so easily.

In the past, he couldn't sell so many of the seven BP machines. Moreover, now, the cost of the BP machines has been reduced by about two-thirds compared to before. Excluding various expenses, the net profit of each machine is more than 1,300, which is really unexpected!

"Xiao Ming, this is 8,000 yuan, you can take it first."

Wang Fa suddenly pointed out a stack of banknotes and handed them to Zhang Yiming.

"Brother Dafa, the BP machine hasn't been sold yet, so don't give me the money first, and there isn't that much."

Zhang Yiming naturally refused.

"You take it, I know, you must need money. Anyway, the money will be given to you sooner or later. You can take it for emergency treatment first, and then calculate the rest."

Zhang Yiming didn't expect Wang Fa to do this, and he was both surprised and moved.

"Brother Dafa, thank you, then I'll take it first, I'll come here tomorrow morning."

"I'll give you my gift, you're a kid, and you're being missed again."

Zhang Yiming thought about it, so much money was considered a huge sum of money in this era. If he was robbed, he would have nowhere to cry. At this time, it was not like twenty years later, the sky eye system was scattered all over the streets and alleys. If he was robbed, he could only admit defeat, so he nodded to Wang Fa.

Wang Fa closed the store door and pushed out the motorcycle parked in the alley next to him.

Wang Fa's motorcycle was not very good. He almost turned to the curb two times in the middle. Zhang Yiming was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat, fearing that he would be reborn easily, and then Wang Fa would explain it directly. That would be a strange and unjust.

When there was an alley away from his home, Zhang Yiming asked Wang Fa to stop the car.

"Brother Dafa, thank you, it's too late, I won't invite you to sit at home. See you tomorrow."

"Okay, you go in."

Wang Fa knew that Zhang Yiming didn't want to let him know where his family lived, and he was not a person who was forced to do so. After all, even if Zhang Yiming really had any problems, he was not afraid. Anyway, there were thirteen assembled BP machines in the store.

When Zhang Yiming returned home, Zhang Heshan had already gotten off work and was sitting on the sofa smoking a dry cigarette.

"Where have you been?"

Zhang Heshan's tone was not very good. He heard from his wife that Zhang Yiming had been wandering outside every day. When Fan Lingling asked, she said she was going to a classmate's house, but Zhang Heshan knew that Zhang Yiming didn't tell the truth at all.

"Dad, my mom and I have something to tell you when I have something to do."

Zhang Yiming was carrying an army green crossbody bag, and the eight thousand dollars that Wang gave him were put in it.

In his previous life, these 8,000 yuan were not enough for him to ask someone to spend it once in the bath center, but now, these 8,000 yuan is as heavy as a thousand pounds, because they are not just money, but also the hope of the future of this family, the hope of parents, grandma and their new life.

When Fan Lingling and Qin Fang came out of the kitchen, they saw the father and son sitting on the sofa staring at each other.

"Mingming is back, just right, wash your hands and have a meal."

Fan Lingling could see that her husband seemed to be in a bad mood. As for why she could guess a rough idea, during these days, in order to treat his son, he ran around and was under tremendous economic pressure. Those relatives who borrowed money came to ask for money in the past two days. Zhang Heshan was originally a person who never talked to others, but now he was chased for debts. It is normal for him to be in a bad mood.

"Mom, grandma, come and sit here, I have something to tell you."

Fan Lingling and Qin Fang were both stunned and found it strange because they could feel that Zhang Yiming's face was very serious.

The two of them looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, they sat next to the dining table as Zhang Yiming said.

Zhang Yiming coughed, then slowly opened his bag, reached out and took out the 8,000 yuan and put it on the table.

The room suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Under the slightly dim light, a thick stack of light blue hundred-dollar bills shines strangely.

"Zhang Yiming, you said, what have you been doing these days?"

After a long time, Zhang Heshan stood up, his eyes turned red, he raised his index finger to Zhang Yiming and trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was filled with suppressed anger, as if it was a volcano that reached the critical point of eruption.

Fan Lingling had never seen her husband have such a horrifying expression, and subconsciously leaned towards Zhang Yiming. Although she had great doubts about the sudden appearance of 8,000 yuan, this did not mean that she could accept the blame her husband might make for her son.

The same was true for Qin Fang. The moment Zhang Heshan stood up, he simply protected Zhang Yiming behind him.

Looking at the actions of the two most important women in his life, Zhang Yiming's heart seemed to be spreading in waves.

"Dad, every penny on this table is clean, and no penny is stolen."
Chapter completed!