Chapter 438

"No, Zheng, I just got up now. Bruce arranged for me to call you at this time last night. He said that someone must pick up the plane when you came back at night. It's inconvenient for us to come forward. Zheng, what are your plans today?"

Zhu Hong in the microphone looked like an outsider, and his tone was mixed with a touch of kindness and randomness. Zheng Jianguo said, "ha, I've arranged. If you're free in the morning, you can go to the capital hotel to talk to Camille and them, and then I'll go there at about 8:30, take them around the Forbidden City and places to play, and invite you to dinner at the Fangshan Restaurant at noon, How's it going? "

"Ha, Bruce is right. Let's meet at 8:30. I'll call him now. Well, I know you have a lot to do when you come back. Hang up first and see you later."

Zhu Hong's voice soon disappeared. Zheng Jianguo didn't expect the woman's Mandarin to improve significantly, so he put down the phone and turned to look at Feng Zhengping and Hao Han behind him. He couldn't help looking at Hao Han with blood in his eyes: "brother Hao, you didn't rest well all night. You can let Hao Yun come."

"What's this? I didn't sleep for days on the battlefield before. Let alone I slept for a few hours today."

After Hao Han smiled, the scar on his forehead seemed to widen a lot. Zheng Jianguo nodded and said, "well, it's not far anyway. You can have a rest when you send us."

"Ha ha."

He smiled again on his face, but Hao Han got out of the car when he pulled them to Yuetan North Street. After stopping the car, he quickly followed them, took off his sunglasses and said, "it's a mess here. I don't want people to touch you because of something --"

"All right."

He nodded silently, but Zheng Jianguo added the previously deducted score for Hao Han in his heart. Considering the safety performance of black Land Rover, he felt that nothing would happen as long as he didn't drive into the ditch, water and fire. Even if he drove as a bumper car on the street, he wouldn't hurt himself. Of course, this behavior is not advisable. He decided to go back and have a word with him, He took Hao Han with a scar on his forehead into the street.

"Fried dough sticks, soybean milk, bean curd -"

Looking at the clothes that are either blue or green on the street, at this time, of course, the flowing colors on the market are mainly these two kinds. Most women, regardless of their age, have short hair with ears, but some men have flat hair, and some have long hair of 37 points and 46 points. Of course, when they are old, they buckle a cap like Feng Zhengping. He knows that there is a layer of newspaper in it without going to read it.

When several people walked and looked around, Zheng Jianguo was led away by the tricycle selling breakfast on the side of the road: "director Feng, I haven't had breakfast yet. Let's each have two fried dough sticks and walk around?"

"Ah, this, I finished eating and drank noodles when I got up in the morning."

Feng Zhengping talked and followed Zheng Jianguo to the nearby tricycle. There was an iron pot sitting on a mud stove with a large oil barrel hoop. The tumbling oil had been used for many days. I saw a middle-aged woman wrapped her hair in a towel, surrounded by a blackened apron around her waist, holding the oil noodles pinched together in her hands and putting them into the oil pot, Without rolling twice, she was caught by the short haired girl with two pairs of long chopsticks and turned over: "how much is the fried dough stick?"

"One in five is bigger than others."

When Zheng Jianguo's Kung Fu Girl and middle-aged woman raised their heads, there were many young men wearing old gray cadre clothes next to them. Under the duck tongue hat similar to Feng Zhengping, the national character face was full of looking color. Behind them, they were confused: "it's 5 points for both soybean milk and tofu brain."

"Such long and thick fried dough sticks sell for five cents. I say it's a little cheap. The big bowl of tea in the front door costs five cents a bowl. Give me three."

When he found the young man staring at himself, Zheng Jianguo didn't take it seriously. He said that the young man immediately wrapped his hands and feet in straw paper, and Zheng Jianguo, who took out his wallet, suddenly felt that he had made a mistake. Seeing that there were no foreign exchange certificates and RMB in it, he turned to Hao Han: "brother Hao, have you brought money?"

"Ah, no --"

When Hao Han, who was holding the fried dough sticks, was confused, Feng Zhengping quickly said, "this --"

"Oh, forget it."

Zheng Jianguo just thought about it and realized that Feng Zhengping had no money like Hao Han at the moment. He opened his wallet and took out George Washington from it. He smiled and said, "don't change it."

"Ah, what's this money?"

When the young girl raised her head with two big chopsticks in front of the oil pan, the young man who had been pressing his cap raised his eyebrows: "the circulation of foreign currency is prohibited in the market of the Republic, and Xiaoying returns the money to others - Sir, the Republic prohibits the circulation of foreign currency. You can send the money tomorrow. We believe you."

The young man with a cap on his tongue first assigned a girl with a genuine Beijing film, then quickly changed his mouth and stuttered in English. However, compared with the concealment when he was wearing a cap on his tongue, he seemed to be covered with a layer of noble righteousness. Zheng Jianguo looked up and down: "well, since you believe me, Then I'll give you the money at this time tomorrow. "

"This is us --"

Feng Zhengping looked at the young man in a cap and wanted to speak first when he was suspicious. Zheng Jianguo was already in front of him and said, "brother Feng -"

"Oh, is that you? Zheng Jianguo of Qi province? "

Before Zheng Jianguo finished his words, the young man's face changed slightly, his eyes widened, looked at Zheng Jianguo up and down again, and nodded frequently: "you are more foreign than what you wear on TV. We invited you to this meal. Would you like bean juice or bean curd? Mom, he is the M.D. who graduated early from Harvard Medical School. Have you come back? "

"Oh, I didn't expect to be recognized by you. Ha ha, I'm so sorry."

Zheng Jianguo has seen a lot of people since he got off the bus. When the girl looked at him, she thought she could be recognized, but she didn't want to be recognized by the man who couldn't stretch out before. She immediately said while eating: "it's not a return from school. This time, there's something to come back. I won't drink Soybean Milk and tofu brain. I want to ask where there is a junk market here?"

"Oh, you want to buy some cultural relics? Then I advise you not to go. You dress like this and still have dollars in your hand. I'm afraid you'll scare people away if you take them out -- "

The young man frowned, looked up and down at the three people's clothes again and shook his head. He could remember that Zheng Jianguo also knew that Jianguo company should have something to do with him. After all, Shanxian airport and film and television base were the focus of his attention, but he never dreamed that the two would meet under such circumstances: "even if they were not scared away, They have to be watched by those reform through labor offenders. It's not worth it. "

"Well, your analysis is quite reliable. Let's not go today. You can give me three bowls of bean curd, isn't it sweet?"

In fact, when he took out his wallet earlier, Zheng Jianguo realized that even if he found this second-hand market, he would not be able to buy anything without RMB. Instead of looking at it, he might as well not go directly.

In addition, reminded by this person, Zheng Jianguo also thought that he would get nothing if he fell into those reform through labor prisoners. Therefore, he immediately gave up the idea of continuing to look for steamed stuffed buns. Half with a funny taste, he asked about the taste of tofu brain. The man who didn't want to wear a duck tongue hat smiled and said, "it's not salty or sweet, it's spicy, My hometown is Chuancheng. "

"Ha, I want to try this. I haven't eaten spicy ~"

Looking at the man with a smile on his face, Zheng Jianguo also said and sat down at the nearest Xiaofang table. Feng Zhengping, who was next to him, looked at his style and sat down with a Mazza. It was Hao Han who provoked the man to look more at the scar on his forehead and listen to Zheng Jianguo say, "brother Hao retired the year before last because of this scar."

"Oh, you're a hero."

The man with a duck tongue hat said quickly. Hao Han, who was still relaxed on his face, put away his smile and said, "you are flattered. The heroes have stayed on that mountain. The poem of the founding of the people's Republic of China is good. If so, please don't be sad. There is our blood stained style on the flag of the Republic --"

"Then you are also a hero. In order to defend the country, you can shed blood on the battlefield. For us in the rear, we all need to pay tribute. However, you have to pay for dinner, and my father needs money to treat his illness."

The young man said, his dark eyes twinkled, but the middle-aged woman who had not spoken next to him said, "Guoliang -"

"Well, it's natural to give money for dinner. It's like working with both hands to make money. It's also advocated by the state. After all, the private economy is an important supplement to social productive forces. It's not shameful to make money with both hands. Both mental workers and manual workers are working class ~"

Looking at the girl holding a bowl of bean curd with pepper in front of her, Zheng Jianguo thought that the apparently contradictory man might shrink because of his face. That is, he subconsciously opened his mouth and said a few words. He felt that he said a little more. He immediately picked up a spoon to eat bean curd, frowned and opened his mouth: "Oh, it's hot enough - it's good to eat hot pot."

"Ha, you say so."

When the young man opened his mouth with a smile, he didn't notice that Feng Zhengping next to him had bright eyes. Looking at Zheng Jianguo eating and drinking, he was puzzled: "did you come back for the Mid Autumn Festival?"

"Guoliang, where did you chase people like that?"

The middle-aged woman yelled with implicit dissatisfaction. Now Zheng Jianguo couldn't help saying: "yes, come back to spend the festival with her parents. Of course, there are other things. You don't have a fixed place. It's too much trouble to run around with this oil pan. It's better to make a small stove to sell zongzi. The zongzi leaves can be reused after boiling in hot water -"

"Oh, there's some truth in what you say, so you don't have to run away with this big stove and oil pan. Where did you see it?"

The man called Guoliang turned and looked at the pot. Although he had never sold zongzi, he had also seen others sell it. He knew that a large iron pot and a briquette stove could be done. He didn't need to use oil and charcoal like this. Of course, he wouldn't think this was Zheng Jianguo's idea: "America?"

"I remember seeing it when I was in the car."

Zheng Jianguo smiled and said vaguely that to tell the truth, he was not satisfied with the fried dough sticks and bean curd. The fried dough sticks were a little hard. With such a big one, the fried dough sticks were golden outside and some sticky teeth inside. However, considering the current domestic situation, he wanted something oily for five cents, This is too cheap: "are you familiar with the junk market over there?"

"I'm not familiar with it, but I've heard it. Reform through labor prisoners are the main, followed by rascals. Of course, they're all from the lower village. They know who has something in the village."

Liao Guoliang's cap was raised a lot when he didn't know it. He was able to recognize Zheng Jianguo because of the other party's accent. After all, he used Shanxian dialect when interviewed by CCTV. His memory is not profound, but when he remembered the other party's identity, he changed his mouth and asked, "are you collecting or studying this now?"

"Oh, are you a college student?"

Zheng Jianguo didn't answer the question even when he was asked, because he was used to the problems, but he didn't expect that Liao Guoliang hesitated with his question: "--"

"Guoliang is a college student and a student of capital materials college."

As if he knew that Liao Guoliang was embarrassed to say, when the middle-aged woman next to the oil pan answered, Liao Guoliang said, "Mom, my university is a junior college student, different from college students -"

"Capital materials college?"

When several question marks came to Zheng Jianguo's mind, Feng Zhengping, who was eating sweetly next to him, seemed to know his doubts and whispered, "it's an expanded Junior College of material specialty in the school of economic management."

"Oh, colleges and universities are places to study. If you say so, there are junior colleges in Qi provincial medical college. It's no different, as long as you can make achievements."

Zheng Jianguo can see what Guoliang is due to the identity of "college students". He thinks it's embarrassing to make money for his family in public. That's why he presses the cap so low. When he asks whether he is a college student, he hesitates. In the final analysis, it's the social barrier caused by lack of psychological quality. In short, he is so low self-esteem that he even feels humble.

"You're standing and talking without backache -"

Silently glancing at Zheng Jianguo, who was preaching all over his face, Liao Guoliang just flashed the idea in his mind, but didn't want Zheng Jianguo to laugh directly: "you don't think so on your face. I'm afraid you're saying that I don't have a backache when I stand and talk. But since you can recognize me, you must also know that after I became a member, in order to be admitted to the worker, He insisted on studying hard late at night after work every day. Later, the workers resumed the college entrance examination without passing the examination.

But that's all the writing in the report. In fact, when I studied hard after work every day, I also faced the ridicule of other peers, adults and even village cadres. I thought that Zheng Jianguo didn't farm honestly and dreamed of being a worker who ate white flour buns. "