Make A Billion In The 80s - Chatper 210

His own child was so worry-free, not only did he have good grades, but he also wrote beautiful handwriting. For a moment, his heart was filled with tenderness. When he looked at the back of the shadowy boy outside the school gate, his heart thumped.

Buy, buy, buy, after school later, let’s bring back a surprise for my daughter! …

It was winter in January, and the temperature was extremely cold. Qiu Mingquan stood in the winter sun at the school gate and licked his chapped lips.

The old man in the reception room brought a glass of boiled water and waved to him: “Come on baby, drink some hot water, don’t freeze.”

Qiu Mingquan ran over gratefully, took the old man’s big enamel cup, and drank half a jar of warm boiling water with a “gudu gudu”: “Thank you, grandpa!”

“Your pen, can you sell it?” The old man chatted with him nonchalantly, “Golden pen, is the tip really made of gold?”

Qiu Mingquan smiled shyly: “The point on the nib is made of K gold, it’s really 14K gold, the workmanship is amazing.”

The old man laughed haha: “You are amazing. A pen is worth my family’s food money for several days. Why do you dare to sell this, little baby?”

Qiu Mingquan raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, then smiled: “I will try too.”

At this moment, some parents began to come out of some classrooms. Qiu Mingquan quickly put down the enamel jar, and quickly ran to the school gate. He stood upright and looked anxiously at the crowd that filed out.

“Put away your puppy-like eyes.” Feng Rui said angrily, “You give me the look of ‘buy it if you love it, and leave if you don’t buy it’, be strong! Do you understand being strong?”

“Oh.” Qiu Mingquan straightened his back, and at a glance he saw the middle-aged woman who said he was speculative coming over.

She bent down and picked up a hero 100 gold pen, and asked unwillingly: “Little brother, I didn’t say that it’s too black-hearted—your pen costs six yuan at most, so I’ll take one. ”

Qiu Mingquan firmly clung to the death limit set by Feng Rui: “Auntie, it really can’t be done. I’ll pay eight yuan back, and I still have round-trip ticket money.”

A lesbian with a milder appearance next to him was calculating the fare and meals for the round trip in the city center, and looked at Qiu Mingquan’s little face flushed by the cold wind, and his heart softened: “Okay, I’ll buy one for eight yuan. All right.”

She shook her head, took out her wallet and counted out ten yuan: “I bought it for my son, which color is better?”

Qiu Mingquan was overwhelmed with surprise, and while looking for change, he followed President Feng’s instructions and said, “Auntie, why don’t you take this golden pen cap. With a golden crown, in the past, it was worthy of the number one prize!”

“Oh, you kid can really talk.” The lesbian picked up the classic gold pen with a golden cap with a smile, drew a few lines on the homework book provided by Qiu Mingquan, and put it in the exquisite pen case with satisfaction.

At this moment of the transaction, Qiu Mingquan was already surrounded by many parents.

The advertisement for the hero gold pen has just started to be launched intensively in the past two days, and many people are quite envious of this expensive 14K iridium gold pen.

Seeing that the lesbian placed the first order, some people became envious. What’s more, at this point in time when you just finished the parent meeting and learned about your child’s good grades?

“I want a full silver pen body, I think it’s very atmospheric.” Someone picked up another pen and rubbed it for a while, and was finally seduced by the good design and exquisite nib, and paid for it I bought one.

The sun is very strong, the north wind is very cold, happiness comes too suddenly.

Qiu Mingquan suddenly became a little dizzy, and only remembered Feng Rui’s “never lower the price” limit in his mind. After a while, seven of the eight hero 100 gold pens were bought!

Suddenly, almost at the same time, two people grabbed the last pen and said, “I want this one!”

As soon as Qiu Mingquan raised his head, the two who were fighting were the middle-aged man with glasses, and the woman who said he was black-hearted. The woman had been waiting to see if Qiu Mingquan could lower the price, but she didn’t expect that it would be sold out in a blink of an eye, and she immediately became anxious.

“I want it!” The middle-aged woman forcefully pulled the gold pen case into her hand, ready to pay.

The man’s expression was also anxious: “Oh, little brother, sell it to me!”

Qiu Mingquan looked at the two, slowly picked up the pen case, and handed it to the middle-aged man: “Uncle, here you are.”

The middle-aged woman was displeased, and raised her eyebrows: “Why, I said it first!”

Qiu Mingquan said indifferently: “No, this uncle is the first one to ask the price today.”

Wei Qingyuan let out a long sigh of relief, and quickly took out his wallet, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

He took out all the money and looked embarrassed: “Look, little brother, I didn’t want to bargain, I really came to hold a parent-teacher meeting, and I didn’t bring much money with me.”

Sure enough, there was only one five yuan in the whole wallet, a few ten-dollar bills, and a few steel coins.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman immediately regained her spirits: “I have, I have, and I have money.”

She flauntingly took out a ten-yuan bill, and stuffed it into Qiu Qingquan’s hand: “Here you are!”

Qiu Mingquan ignored her, reached out to take all the money in the man’s hand, and handed over the last hero iridium 100: “Uncle, here it is.”

The middle-aged woman yelled sharply: “You are crazy! He only has more than six yuan!”

Qiu Mingquan looked at the middle-aged woman, and said slowly, “Yes, but I’m willing to buy it for a thousand dollars.”

He turned his head and looked at Wei Qingyuan sincerely: “Uncle, thank you.”

“no need thank me?”

Qiu Mingquan said sincerely: “The market economy is a good thing. Right, uncle?”

Wei Qingyuan held the pencil case blankly, full of shock.

He didn’t expect that the child would be willing to sell him at a low price, but what he didn’t expect was what the child just said!

“Market economy is a good thing.”

This is a simple sentence, how many people around you dare to say it, or how many people understand the real truth?

He graduated from Dongshen City University of Finance and Economics. After graduation, he worked in the Central Audit Office. He has worked for more than ten years. Now he has just been transferred to Dongshen City to perform his duties. At the same time with doubts.

How could this teenage child say such words casually!

Wei Qingyuan tentatively proposed: “How about, at this time tomorrow, you come here, and I will bring you money to replenish it.”

“No, I won’t come tomorrow.” Qiu Mingquan smiled obediently, his little face flushed.

After all, he is still a child, Wei Qingyuan thought in confusion. I probably heard that sentence on the radio, so I remember it?

At this moment, a burly man bent down, wearing a huge gold ring on his finger, and nodded the last two remaining pen cases: “Is this the expensive one? – 50 Golden Eagles ?”

“Yes, yes, the big leader is visiting and giving the Soviet Union a national gift!” Qiu Mingquan couldn’t care about Wei Qingyuan anymore, his eyes fell on the thick gold chain around the man’s neck, and his heart beat faster.

The man nodded proudly: “Wrap both of them up for me.”

…

Lying on the only bed at home, Qiu Mingquan remained motionless. The grandparents around me were tired after going out all day, and they were already snoring.

The weather was very cold, and the quilts the three of them were covering together were not thick enough to keep them warm.

But his brain was burning hot!