On the first day of military training, after the mobilization meeting, Feng Yu handed in his sick leave note. In his view, learning left and right turns, which he had long mastered, was not as good as playing basketball for a while.
However, the instructor was not so easy to fool. Can't you do military training? No problem, you can help your classmates watch over their water bottles here. Want to go home and rest? No way!
Wen Dongjun, that guy, was playing the NES at home. His kind of illness, the sick leave note was delivered by Feng Yu, and he didn't even show up on campus today.
Liu Kun sat and chatted with Feng Yu, but he wasn't allowed to leave either. Feng Yu's mindset didn't have much in common with Liu Kun, the academic type, so after chatting for a while, they ran out of things to say.
Moreover, the hundreds of other freshmen in military training were all looking at them, making them feel very uncomfortable. What made Feng Yu even more depressed was that the military training instructor wasn't too strict, always letting everyone rest. Others could play basketball, but they couldn't.
"Hmph, this court, with cracked cement and a tilted basketball hoop, what's so fun about it?" Feng Yu said sourly.
"I guess we're just unlucky. When we graduated from elementary school, they built a new building. When we graduated from junior high, they built a new building and completely renovated the sports facilities. If we want to use the new basketball court, I think we'll have to wait until we graduate from high school!" Liu Kun said dejectedly.
If it were in his previous life, it would have been just as Liu Kun said, as if the education funding in Bingcheng had a grudge against their class. But now it was different. Feng Yu was a rich man. Could he not build a new basketball court?
That afternoon, a distinguished guest arrived at the vice-principal's office of No. 3 High School.
"Xiao Li, no, I should call you Boss Li. Is what you said on the phone true?" the vice-principal asked with anticipation.
"Principal Sun, would I lie about something like this? I really plan to donate a new basketball court to the school, renovate the old site, and replace the basketball hoops and everything. I've already started contacting the construction team," Li Shiqiang said as he sat down.
At noon today, he received a call from Feng Yu, insisting on renovating the basketball court at No. 3 High School and saying that money was not a problem. He knew that money wasn't a problem, but the reason for the donation should be to give back to the alma mater or support education, not because he liked playing basketball!
Li Shiqiang found out that the cost to demolish and rebuild the basketball court at No. 3 High School, including the basketball hoops, materials, and labor, would be about 100,000 yuan. This little brother, with one word, spent 100,000 yuan. But who could blame him since the money was earned by Feng Yu. Spend it, then.
Vice-Principal Sun kept saying thank you and assured Li Shiqiang that he would inform the homeroom teachers to take care of the three students he had mentioned, ensuring they would definitely get into university.
There was just one thing that Vice-Principal Sun found a bit regretful: the construction team was already contacted? It would have been better if it hadn't been.
That evening, Li Shiqiang told Feng Yu that he had talked with Vice-Principal Sun, and construction could start next week, with a total cost of about 100,000 yuan.
"Brother Li, how did you calculate it? 100,000 yuan is enough?"
"Is 100,000 yuan cheap? I think it's expensive! It's just removing a layer of cement, laying a new asphalt cement surface, replacing the basketball hoops, and selling the old ones..."
"Wait, Brother Li, why sell the old ones? Just give them to the school. Do we care about this bit of money? Also, get the best outdoor basketball hoops and donate some basketballs and footballs to the school, the best ones. And renovate the volleyball court too. Do we care about this bit of money?"
Li Shiqiang, seeing Feng Yu's nouveau riche attitude, couldn't help but say, "Why not also resurface the track? It's not much money, just a few hundred thousand. Lay grass on the football field, make it look like a competition venue. All the things you mentioned, I think, won't cost a million."
Feng Yu was stunned: "What? Just these things cost a million?"
"What do you think! Asphalt cement is expensive. And the basketball hoops, the difference between the ordinary ones and the best ones is huge. You're only in school for three years, so just get what's enough for three years. With this money, it would be better to donate to build some schools in the countryside. Many children still can't receive nine years of compulsory education."
Feng Yu nodded, deeply agreeing. Even before his rebirth, many children in mountainous areas couldn't receive compulsory education.
"You have a point. Let's go with your plan. In a couple of years, we can renovate the track. As for donating to build schools in the countryside, we can start this year. A rural elementary school costs about 500,000 yuan. This year, we can donate two, next year three or four, and in the future, ten each year. In the future, we can surpass the Yifu Building and become the top educational donation organization in China."
Feng Yu became more and more excited, as if he had found a new direction to strive for. Although he might not be able to retire at 30, his life would undoubtedly be more colorful!
Li Shiqiang patted Feng Yu's head: "You're not running a fever, are you? Talking nonsense. Donating one or two schools is fine, but ten every year? According to your calculations, that's five million a year. Can our company last five years?"
After all, Feng Yu was still a child in school. He might be good at making money, but he didn't know how to save it. With his personality, he could spend in days what others couldn't spend in a lifetime!
Feng Yu looked at Li Shiqiang with disdain: "During the New Year, I said that government bonds could bring us significant profits, and you thought I was talking nonsense. A few months ago, I said starting a company could make money, and you were still skeptical. Two months ago, I said producing plastic electric fans could make a lot of money, and you thought they would be unsold. Last month, I said second-hand luxury cars could make money, and you thought no one would buy them at such high prices..."
"Alright, stop, stop. You're right, you're right, okay?" Li Shiqiang quickly stopped Feng Yu, his eyes lighting up again, "Didn't you say that there would be no more sources for second-hand luxury cars after these two batches? You also think the profit from ordinary second-hand cars is low. Have you thought of another good business to make money?"
"Not yet, but no rush. Starting next year, it will be a good opportunity for us to make a lot of money."
After these two batches of luxury cars arrived, Feng Yu estimated they would take until the end of the year to sell, but they would bring him over ten million in profit. Adding the five million profit from the first batch, the money from the electric fans, and the money earned from exporting to Kirilenko, by next year, he would have at least twenty million in funds.
With these twenty million, he guaranteed he could turn it into two hundred million in a year! At that time, not only could he donate to build several schools, but he could also fulfill his promise to his sister and open a large hospital.
Feng Yu didn't tell Li Shiqiang about the stocks. There wasn't even a stock exchange in the country yet. Stocks, like government bonds, were issued by banks or their affiliated trust companies. Stock transactions required the issuer to find new buyers, which was even more troublesome than government bonds.
Let's wait. Buying stocks before the policy comes out next year will be enough. During this time, he should think about how to deal with Song Xiaofeng!~~ The new book ranking has already exploded with two entries. Everyone, check if you still have recommendation tickets and help Old Four continue to climb. Also, thank Mr. Wu Yu for his multiple donations. The next important plot is the expected trade with the Soviet Union.
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