Make A Billion In The 80s - Chatper 77

Yo, this kid, does he have a good eye, or is it just a coincidence?

As soon as I started, I picked the national gift pen that Commissioner Jiang visited the Soviet Union, and the hero 100, the model with the best reputation among the hero gold pens?

Qiu Mingquan seriously raised two exquisite pens to his eyes, in fact to confirm to Feng Rui: “Is it this one?”

“That’s right, ask about the price.” Feng Rui said lightly.

Wang Juan smiled reservedly: “Children, this Hero 100 fountain pen is 6.4 yuan, you can try dipping it in ink. But this gold carving high iridium pen comes in a gift box, you can’t dip it in ink, and it costs 18 yuan each. ”

“Oh.” The boy paused and asked accurately, “I want to buy two golden eagles and eight heroes for 100. The total is eighty-seven yuan, right?”

“What? You want so much?” Wang Juan was startled and looked at him suspiciously.

“Yes.” Qiu Mingquan nodded, carefully took out the money he just took out from his pocket, and spread it out on the counter.

“You count it, here is eighty-eight yuan.”

Wang Juan was overjoyed, quickly picked up the abacus on one side, and typed a few times: “Oh my little friend, you are right! It is eighty-seven yuan!”

She hurriedly opened the small cabinet at the back, took out all the pens that Qiu Mingquan had named to buy, and brought out the corresponding high-end gift pen cases, found a newspaper graciously, and wrapped ten velvet pen cases together.

“Thank you, auntie.” Qiu Mingquan obediently bowed to her, extremely polite.

Wang Juan counted the money happily, stretched out her hand and pulled an iron clip over her head, clamped all the counted money on the clip, and then stretched out her hand, the iron clip flew away from the wire above her head with the money. Accounting Cashier Office.

Soon, the cashier on this floor who was sitting on the high stool finished counting, issued an invoice, found a few dimes, and immediately passed the money back along the wire.

Looking at the back of Qiu Mingquan’s departure, Wang Juan was very happy in her heart: ——This early in the morning, I have done a few days of turnover!

Holding the pen that I bought in exchange for everything, it was almost eleven o’clock. Qiu Mingquan found a small food stall under the bridge opposite the boutique shopping mall, bought a bowl of tofu flower and hurriedly filled his stomach, then started to catch the return bus and headed out of the city.

There were not many people in the car, so he carefully took out the small notebook and looked at the time and date recorded on it: Zhenghong Elementary School, Parents’ Meeting, January 10th, is today.

The road was bumpy, and when it was almost one or two o’clock in the afternoon, he finally arrived at Zhenghong Primary School.

It was the appointed time for the parent-teacher meeting, and a large number of parents came to the gate in twos and threes. Most of them walked, and some rode bicycles. The grand scene of piles of cars blocking the school gate in later generations was not seen at this time.

Qiu Mingquan stood alone at the school gate, and suddenly his face turned red. In later generations, he was doing physical work, doing business and shouting, and he had never done it at all.

Feng Rui waited for a long time, then said helplessly: “If you don’t move, are you going to throw all the 80 yuan principal into your hands!”

“Will…or, you come to my body?”

President Feng Da was furious: “You have a good idea! The most I can do is hack people up for you, and you still want me to help you work?”

Qiu Mingquan gritted his teeth, and finally ran to the most conspicuous place at the school gate, put his schoolbag on the ground, and put all the beautiful pen cases on it.

Several parents walked past him and looked at the ground in surprise, and someone let out a “Huh”.

Different from the cheap pens in ordinary stationery stores, these pens all come in very exquisite black velvet boxes. If you look closely, the body of the pens is also very beautiful.

Some are engraved with golden carving patterns, some are silver pen caps with maroon pen bodies, and some are all silver, all lined up in the sun, shining dazzlingly.

“Look at it. Hero Gold Pen, this is the latest nib made of 14K gold, and it is the best-selling model!” Qiu Mingquan mustered up his courage, and said to the two or three parents who were looking down.

Although the voice is not loud, but I recited it several times on the way here, and it is not too stuttering.

One of the middle-aged men had a gentle face, pushing black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: “Oh, I heard an advertisement on the radio this morning, saying that Commissioner Jiang was going abroad to give a hero pen as a gift.”

Qiu Mingquan nodded excitedly, and quickly picked up the only two 50-type gold carving high-iridium pens: “Yes, uncle, you know what you have, this is it!”

“Oh!” The parents who were about to walk away stopped curiously, looking at the glittering golden pen in his hand, their hearts were moved.

The middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses smiled: “Little brother, why do you have so many pens?”

Qiu Mingquan bit the bullet and said: “Uncle and aunt, buy a fountain pen for your children as a reward. Hero fountain pens are fashionable now, and gold pens will soon be in short supply.”

Hey, such a young child is actually a businessman?

Several parents were all taken aback.

Not long after that special period, buying and selling, and doing business for profit, even in Dongshen City, where the financial awareness is relatively advanced, are still rare.

The vast majority of people are still proud of working in state-owned enterprises, and there are not many who are willing to go to sea, let alone such a young child?

“Where did you get this money from?” Someone asked suspiciously.

Under Feng Rui’s guidance, Qiu Mingquan was already prepared, and quickly took out the invoice issued in the morning and shook it, revealing the official seal of the boutique shopping mall: “Uncle, I just bought the goods from the big shopping mall this morning. Look, it’s guaranteed to be genuine.”

Several parents no longer doubt that in this era of material shortage, these things can only be made by state-owned factories, so they want to buy fake products, but there is no place to buy them.

“Then, how do you sell this money?”

“Not expensive…” Qiu Mingquan said according to the words Feng Rui made up for him, “This kind of high-end gold carving national gift pen is very high-end, and it is very face-saving as a gift or for personal use. It is 28 yuan a piece. The Hero 100 Gold Pen is the most well-received and the most cost-effective, at 8.8 yuan.”

Mr. Feng, isn’t your price a bit sleazy, and the price has been increased by 30 to 40%?

Can this be sold? You must know that people in this era are living on tight wages, and their lives are not rich!

Sure enough, a middle-aged woman immediately yelled: “Oh, it’s so expensive! You are so young and unscrupulous, you must have added a lot of price!”

“Auntie, I’m not going to hide it from you, I just make some money for running errands.” Qiu Mingquan said eagerly.

“It’s quite far from the city. You have to go back and forth to get a bus ticket. If you can’t make it all morning, you have to have a meal outside. Also, you have to ask for leave to buy this, and your salary will be deducted.”

“I can’t go on weekends, why are you in such a hurry.” The woman curled her lips meanly.

Qiu Mingquan smiled, and looked at her sincerely with deer-like eyes: “I’m going today, and I only have these last few left. If you go on Sunday, I’m afraid you won’t be able to buy them.”

This is extremely baseless, he is simply a profiteer full of lies, but Feng Rui sneered in his heart: “This is not a lie, just say it.”

Feng Rui remembered very clearly that the advertisement for the hero fountain pen was quite big back then, and the radio and newspapers went into battle at the same time. Not long after, the hero fountain pens in major shopping malls in Dongshen City were out of stock on a large scale.

The children of many families are proud of having a valuable high-end hero gold pen. Even Feng Rui’s mother once went late and failed to buy it. It happened that some foreign relatives returned to China, so they brought two pens from the counter in Hong Kong at that time. Give him a gold pen.

There are more and more parents around, and the advertisements on TV at this time are far from being as indiscriminate as later generations. The round of intensive advertisements for Hero Pen left a deep impression on many people.

But after looking at it, some people also picked it up and looked around, but no one paid for it.

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and sneered: “You kid, you are doing speculative things! This time and again, the price will increase when you change hands. I think you are more courageous than a thief. Believe it or not, the police can arrest you! ”

Qiu Mingquan looked at her with dark eyes, without saying a word.

It was the middle-aged man who spoke, with a gentle voice: “That’s not what you said, big sister. ‘Let some people get rich first’ is what Comrade Xiaoping said three years ago. Invigorating the economy and circulation is a good thing, not a crime.”

His tone was calm, but powerful, and he looked like a knowledgeable and cultural person. When he said that, the middle-aged woman was awkward, so she stopped talking.

It wasn’t until a crisp bell rang that all the parents hurried away and rushed to their children’s classrooms to start the parent-teacher meeting time.

Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the empty school gate, and asked in a low voice in his heart, “Why don’t we lower the price when they adjourn later?”

“Don’t drop a penny.” Feng Rui said coldly, “Are you questioning my pricing strategy and business decision?”

Qiu Mingquan felt distressed: he still had a decisive strategy. If he didn’t know, he thought it was a multi-million dollar business.

It’s over, I’m afraid these pens will be completely smashed in my hands!

President Feng’s voice became even colder: “A few million are nothing. The contracts I signed before were worth hundreds of millions. Besides, pricing decisions have nothing to do with tens of dollars or tens of millions. In the end, What affects the result is nothing more than the human heart. Do you understand?”

I don’t understand… Qiu Mingquan answered silently in his heart.

“It’s right if you don’t understand.” Feng Rui was about to say venomously, “So you can only work at a construction site”, but for some reason, he paused and proudly changed his words, “If you don’t understand, you have to learn, you know?” ?”

In the fields in the nearby suburbs, there are many vegetable farmers living there, living next to these poor families on the edge of the city. Every morning, the crowing of roosters is a natural alarm clock.

Qiu Mingquan got up quietly, took out the jade pendant from under the pillow, and put it around his neck.

Sure enough, immediately, there was an extra voice in my mind: “I warn you, don’t take me off at any time in the future! Listen, the most important thing now is to help me find Master Yuanhui—”

Qiu Mingquan acted as if he couldn’t hear, like a deaf person, and let the sound bombard him.

Once reborn, the frightening thing is not the unimaginable thing of rebirth, but that when he woke up, he was holding a strange jade pendant tightly in his hand, and there was a ghost in that pendant!

This ghost was undoubtedly the handsome man who fell from the building with him.

What group president is here, it is said that the surname is Feng?

After clarifying the situation, President Feng, who was originally cold and arrogant, seemed to have quickly entered the process of “finding countermeasures”.

First, he arrogantly asked Qiu Mingquan why he came out and tripped him, and then blamed Qiu Mingquan for breaking his life-saving jade pendant, which caused him to die—oh no, he died young.

After repeatedly confirming the real rebirth, he immediately faced the reality, calmly and logically ordered Qiu Mingquan to put down everything, and immediately followed his instructions to find some master Yuanhui he knew to try to crack his dilemma.

After listening silently for a few days, Qiu Mingquan finally gave this person a definition.

–A ghost who died unjustly and was unwilling to be reincarnated.

“What a ghost! It doesn’t even have a body, neither a blood-red tongue nor half of a head. I want to be able to float around!” President Feng was indignant.

He is just a remnant soul, sealed in jade!

In order to let Qiu Mingquan, who was going to school, get more sleep, the two old people would always prepare meals early, but today is Sunday, so Qiu Mingquan got up early sensiblely so that his grandparents could rest for a while.

Qiu Mingquan tiptoed outside the house, first took some cold water from the public faucet in the yard, and washed his face hastily.

After washing, he ran to the eaves of his house, picked up the pitch-black tin stove, picked up a few pieces of briquettes with tongs from under the broken linoleum cloth that sheltered the rain, and started to light the fire.

Although in the late 1980s, some households had begun to popularize bottled gas tanks, but for their shantytowns, the laying of pipelines brought about by urban development has not yet benefited here.

This kind of tin stove, which disappeared in later generations, uses a thing called honeycomb coal, which is equivalent to five or six cents a piece if bought alone, but more people make semi-finished honeycomb coal by themselves, which is cheaper.

Although they are all familiar neighbors, the briquettes are all piled up under the eaves outdoors, and from time to time, someone will shamelessly steal a piece when they run out.

No, Qiu Mingquan was taken aback when he saw the row of briquettes in his house.

Two dollars less!

A trace of anger rose in Qiu Mingquan’s heart.

When he encountered this kind of thing in his teens in his previous life, he was lonely and young at home, so he could only swallow his anger, but now, after all, his mind is already an adult in his 30s and 40s, so such bullying seems particularly irritating.

The coal at the bottom of the coal stove has been completely extinguished after burning overnight.

Qiu Mingquan carefully took out the extinguished coal, put the one that was still burning at the bottom, and put a new one on top, aligning it with the hole.

Red flames slowly burned up from below, Qiu Mingquan lay down on a pot of water, began to wash rice in the aluminum pot, cleaned a few sweet potatoes along the way, chopped them and put them in.

During the busy time, the neighbors also began to get up one after another, cooking and boiling water in the public courtyard.

“It’s so early for Koizumi.” Sister-in-law Wang next door walked over, yawning and beating her waist. When passing by the coal stove of Qiu Mingquan’s house, she poured a small half pot of water into her own pot.

“Auntie got up late and didn’t have time to boil the water, please borrow some hot water.”

I have been an old neighbor for many years, and they say it is a loan, so that it will not make people feel distressed enough to turn their heads. The means of life of these petty bourgeois is indeed a very subtle, quasi-cunning thing.

“I’m upset, why don’t you just scold her boldly?” In his heart, President Feng’s voice was cold, “This kind of petty citizen has seen that you are weak and deceitful, hateful!”.

Qiu Mingquan was provoked by him, and he raised his head as expected.

The small and thin young man looked at Aunt Wang with his dark eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold her down.

“I didn’t have a fever today, so you can borrow it from someone else.” His voice was calm, and his eyes were as black as a deep pool.

Aunt Wang’s heart trembled for no reason. The child’s eyes! Why does it seem to be different suddenly?

Feeling guilty, her voice became louder instead: “Oh, it’s not borrowing money, just a little hot water, be careful the more you dig, the poorer you will be!”

Qiu Mingquan stared at her sullenly, but he didn’t let go of his little hands: “That’s right, our family is old and young, and we can’t afford to be taken advantage of by others all the time. If you are poor, you must be poor.”

Many of the neighbors around laughed, Mingquan, a kid who usually can’t make a dull fart with three sticks, is very powerful today.

Aunt Wang was very angry at this moment, she grabbed the pot forcefully, a few drops of hot water splashed out, and just splashed on Qiu Mingquan’s hand, Qiu Mingquan immediately let go of his hand with a loud cry!

Aunt Wang leaned back, and half of the pot of hot water was poured onto her arms. The pot fell to the ground with a bang, and half of the rice in it was spilled.

“Oh! It hurts me to death!” Aunt Wang screamed.

Qiu Mingquan knew in his heart that it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and when the water came out at this temperature and encountered cold air, it would not really hurt people.

Immediately, two big roosters leaped over to the side, pecking at the rice on the ground with vigor, clucking excitedly, their wings flying around, and it was very lively.

Liu Qinhua from the barber shop next door was at the door of her house, combing her hair slowly: “Did Koizumi get burned? Be careful.”

Aunt Wang was startled and angry there, and while jumping and blowing the back of her hand, she grabbed Qiu Mingquan: “You little bastard, you deliberately hurt me, see if I don’t kill you!”

After all, Qiu Mingquan was an adult in his 30s and 40s, how could he be frightened by this battle, he just looked at her quietly frowning.

The two were close, and Aunt Wang was shocked when she saw his calm expression. Why is the child’s eyes so creepy?

But her arm was hurting, and she had never suffered such a disadvantage, so she slapped her head and face: “I will teach you a lesson for your grandparents!”

Feng Rui felt the same in Qiu Mingquan’s body, and immediately felt a burning pain, and couldn’t help being furious.

–This shrew, hitting his host is not hitting him!

“Don’t fight her hard, you’re pretending to be cowardly.” He cheerfully suggested.

Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a moment, and really listened to his idea, and screamed weakly: “Ah! It hurts!”

“Aunt Wang, don’t hit me, I didn’t mean it! My water…is all for you.”

He cried miserably, and then hugged Aunt Wang’s leg with his hands again, pawing at the ground with both hands, and wiped the putty all over Aunt Wang’s body vigorously: “Aunt Wang, don’t hit me!”

Aunt Wang blushed, she saw that her new trousers were full of mud, she was about to suffer from angina pectoris, she quickly pulled Qiu Mingquan’s hand: “Get lost!”

“Don’t hit me! Woooooooooooo…”

Aunt Wang’s five-year-old and third-year-old are jumping around, and Qiu Mingquan’s small body is especially pitiful next to her legs. This time, many neighbors couldn’t stand it.

Liu Qinhua walked over quickly, grabbed Qiu Mingquan, and blocked Aunt Wang angrily: “A grown-up is not ashamed to beat a child!”

Aunt Wang gave a “pooh” in embarrassment: “Midget your own business, be careful not to open the door for business!”

Liu Qinhua’s family owned a barber shop, and the businessman was very superstitious, so he immediately jumped up: “I don’t have a business and I’m poor, and I don’t want to think about orphans and old people! Those who have no conscience are struck by lightning!”

In the courtyard, the noise, women’s scolding and rooster crowing, flew up.

President Feng looked curiously through Qiu Mingquan’s eyes, quite shocked.

In his life, he has always lived a good and decent life. How has he ever been in such close contact with this fresh market atmosphere?

Qiu Mingquan shrank behind Liu Qinhua and pulled her: “I’m fine, thank you Aunt Liu.”

He used to be reserved and reticent, but this sincere thank you made Liu Qinhua’s heart soften.

Bowing her head and stroking his soft and black hair, Liu Qinhua waved her hand proudly: “The hair is so long, come tomorrow, I’ll give you a free haircut!”

The hot water on the stove boiled, Qiu Mingquan changed to a steamer and put the sweet potato porridge on it, after a while the porridge started bubbling with sweet potato aroma.

At this moment, Aunt Wang’s husband, Wu Dagen, who was cooking, coughed violently.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Aunt Wang turned her head and saw a puff of black smoke coming out of her own stove, with a strange smell.

Wu Dagen suddenly roared: “Which little bastard, piss on my briquettes!”

The neighbors around burst into laughter, and those who were close took a cattail fan and slammed it hard to prevent the smell of urine from wafting into their homes, and said with a smile: “Uncle Wu, your own boy is also a mischievous one, why? Didn’t he do it?”