Chapter 29

Then he felt in a trance that his body seemed to lighten up a little bit, and he flew to a high place.

Looking down, the lawn on the ground is now dark, and two people can be seen lying on it.

The surroundings seemed to have been silent for a long time, and the noisy voices finally sounded. The originally dark building site, the lights began to shine brightly.

Someone rushed over, someone was terrified on the phone. There were also people who took one look at the people on the ground and then turned around and vomited.

Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the corpse on the left. Dilapidated, blood-stained, tired and old-fashioned face and body are full of gray marks left by the squeeze of life.

This person's face... Qiu Mingquan shivered, it was obviously himself.

Yes, it is him. What exactly is going on?

Beside his body, there was another strange man.

Even in the dark night, you can still see the clear eyebrows, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the long eyebrows are as thick as the edge of a sword. His eyes were closed, and there was blood on his cheeks.

Who is this person?

The whistle of the ambulance finally sounded sharply, and people in white coats rushed over, and the two people on the ground were carried on stretchers.

Qiu Mingquan's consciousness followed up blankly. In the narrow space of the ambulance, only a vague voice could be heard: "Who is it? Why is one well-dressed and the other only wearing a ragged vest?"

"It seems that one is the president of Shenchu ​​Group, and the other is a construction migrant worker, I heard."

"Ah...that's it." The ambulance continued to be busy, and no one looked at the broken body that was dressed in rags and had completely lost its vital signs.

Qiu Mingquan looked blankly at himself in the ambulance, and finally remembered everything.

At night, he just sneaked to the roof of the unfinished building to enjoy the shade in order to save a little electricity bill. When he woke up, he saw two people arguing for no reason.

He slept in the shadow of the pile of debris next to him, and only stared blankly for a dozen seconds, one of them jumped up hysterically, and amidst the entanglement, the other fell off the tall building!

Murder, or miss, he didn't even see clearly, he rushed up without thinking, trying to grab that person.

Then, he fell down with great inertia!

There is no replay of the legendary past events scene by scene, and there is no freeze-frame-like time freezing, only the panic of being lost.

He just... died? What kind of bloody bad luck is this?

The carriage shook violently, and Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw something tightly clutched in his left hand!

A jade pendant. Round and about the size of a quail egg, flat and warm.

—it wasn't his, and in his poor life he had never had the opportunity to wear any such flashy ornaments.

A moment ago, he grabbed the man's collar and fell from the air. The pendant was pulled from the man's neck and remained in his palm.

...It has to be returned to others, he thought vaguely.

Soon the ambulance arrived at the nearby hospital, and the doctors on duty began to panic.

Suddenly, a young man rushed over beside the stretcher and grabbed the handsome man's stretcher tightly.

"Brother Rui! Please don't die!..." He roared, his whole body fell into a state of hysteria, and big tears kept falling.

Seen from the side, this is a man with a beautiful face, but now, that delicate face is pale, like a ghost from hell.

Ah, by the way, just a moment ago, this voice was arguing fiercely, waking him up curled up on the rooftop!

"Please save him, doctor!..." The man staggered over and grabbed the doctor. Under the thin single eyelid, a pair of phoenix eyes are bloodshot.

Qiu Mingquan stared at him blankly. How could such a good-looking man be so cruel that he could push people downstairs?

"Falling from a building, severe multiple injuries!" A doctor rushed to Qiu Mingquan's body, began to check and give first aid, but quickly shook his head—the pulse could not be detected, the breathing stopped, the pupils were dilated, and there were no basic vital signs up.

"Doctor Liu, this wounded man is still a little conscious!"

Qiu Mingquan was a little dazed. At this time, he began to think vaguely, what should he do with the things behind him if he died now.

Grandpa suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed. He passed away more than ten years ago.

Grandma's eyes are not effectively controlled due to long-term diabetes, and she can hardly see. Who can take care of her when she lets go like this?

The sadness in his heart rose little by little, and the dull pain was like strong sulfuric acid, corroding the entire chest until it was so oppressive that he wanted to curl up.

On the rescue stage, the handsome man's eyes slightly opened.

His defocused eyes slowly turned to one side, looking at the lifeless corpse on the hospital bed next door.

He is looking at his hands!

I don't know why, although the handsome man didn't make a sound, Qiu Mingquan just had this feeling: he wants the piece of jade that belongs to him!

"No, cardiac arrest!"

Dazzling bright red suddenly sprayed out from the man's throat, and the electrocardiogram on the machine next to him beat violently for a few times, and then turned into a cold straight line.

At this moment, Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw a scene that made his hair stand on end for a moment.

The handsome man turned his eyes in one direction, and strangely met Qiu Mingquan's gaze in the air.

"You took my things, it was you!" His eyes, which were about to close, suddenly opened.

He stared at Qiu Mingquan, his mouth obviously didn't move, but Qiu Mingquan heard a voice strangely: "You owe me your life. I will pester you!"

I'll give it back to you! I don't want your stuff—

The handsome man stared at Qiu Mingquan, his eyes suddenly became dark like an abyss, as if he was going to be swallowed whole...

"Ah!" Qiu Mingquan was sweating coldly, and woke up again in the middle of the night in 1988. Everything in the dream is vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

His small body curled up on the hard plank bed, and he tightly covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, so as not to wake up the two old people on one side.

But the grandma who was sleeping on his right still woke up. The old man was old and didn't sleep deeply, and the children around him would feel the nightmare acutely in the narrow bed.

"Koizumi, are you in trouble again?" the old man turned sideways and asked.

For several days in a row, the child woke up from the dream every night, sometimes screaming, and sometimes trembling all over, but when asked what he dreamed, he said he couldn't remember.

The old man sighed in his heart. This child has been silent and seldom talked since he was a child, and he is not as clever and lovable as children of the same age.

When I picked him up just now, I couldn't see it, but the bigger it got, the more obvious it became.

This night I always have night terrors, trembling all over, and sticky cold sweat, don't be sick?

She reached out her hand worriedly to touch the child's forehead, and sure enough, there was a lot of sweat, even the temples were all wet.

"Grandma, I'm fine." Qiu Mingquan said in a very soft voice, his thin body straightened, his slightly trembling hand stretched out, and rubbed against grandma's arm comfortingly.

"En. Then sleep well, grandma is here." The old man felt that his forehead was not hot, so he was relieved and slowly fell asleep again.

Qiu Mingquan held his breath and tried his best to calm down his heavy breathing little by little.

In the dark night, he opened his eyes and looked at the old man beside him.

This was more than twenty years ago, and grandpa was still alive, lying on the other side and sleeping soundly. Grandma's face is not that old, and there is a clear gap with the old, sick and weak decades later.

Qiu Mingquan felt sore in his heart, and tears wanted to overflow.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked out the window.

At night in the late 1980s, there were not as many lights as later generations.

This is the outskirts of Dongshen City, a small and poor settlement. From the small window, the night is very dark and pure, without dirty air pollution, and the distant stars are brighter than later generations.

Compared with the memories of the previous life, many things that have long been annihilated in his mind are in sharp contrast, making him full of bewilderment, but also full of irresistible curiosity.

A few days ago, he fell to his death from the top of a skyscraper in later generations, and his whole soul actually returned to the late 80s when he was a child, and returned to his original body.

... The rooftop, the quarrel. An unfamiliar handsome man with a terrifying look in his dying eyes.

Qiu Mingquan suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his fingers uneasily.

What's going on with all this?

There are computers and mobile phones everywhere, high-rise buildings that can't be seen at all now, and there are red wine and green flowers.

These memories are so vivid, the life trajectory of more than thirty years, and those miserable lives... No, no, that is not fake, absolutely not.

His hand trembled and reached for the pillow. At the touch, warm and delicate.

A cold and stern voice exploded in his heart instantly, filled with endless coldness and anger.

"My surname is Qiu, I'm warning you! If you dare to leave me again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Qiu Mingquan's hand quickly left the piece of jade. It really wasn't a dream!

The ghost of that handsome man has followed this life! ...

Sitting in the children's desks and chairs, a large group of parents looking forward to their children's success, some were full of energy, while others were ashen-faced and forced to smile.

On the seat by the window, the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly. Hearing that his youngest daughter's name was listed among the top three in the grade, his smile almost overflowed.

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, and 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 intermittently, "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'll 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!

"Mr. Feng..." Qiu Mingquan's mind was filled with handfuls of change in the schoolbag under the bed.

The ten gold pens were sold out, which was a full profit of thirty-nine taels compared to the purchase price in the morning!

He had already put the passbook back, but in Qiu Mingquan's old schoolbag, there was already more than one hundred and twenty yuan in it!

With a principal of more than 80 yuan, in one day, it is close to 40 yuan in profit!

All the gold pens were sold out, and the last two most expensive 50 gold carving hero gift pens brought him a profit of 20 yuan at once.

In his previous life when he died, this number was of course shabby.

However, this was 1988 in the previous life!

Even for employees of state-owned enterprises who are envied by everyone, the per capita monthly salary in Dongshen City at this time is only more than one hundred yuan. Yuan net profit is almost a month's income from picking up waste, but now, Qiu Mingquan earns it in a day!

"Don't get excited, it's a small profit." President Feng's voice was laziness, with a trace of imperceptible complacency, "I have to go to the city again tomorrow to buy goods, don't you want to rest early?"

Rest, where can I sleep?

Qiu Mingquan's heart was beating thumpingly, and the last parent-teacher meeting recorded in the notebook was six days later. In other words, such a good thing with a profit margin of up to 45% can last for a total of seven days, a whole week!

A terrifying number jumped out instantly under Qiu Mingquan's mental calculation.

"How is it a small profit!" He exclaimed excitedly in his heart, "The profit is 45%, seven times in a row. 1172 yuan!"

He felt that he could hardly breathe: "Selling for seven days in a row, with a principal of more than 80 yuan, you can earn 1,100 yuan, right?"

Feng Rui said triumphantly: "So this is called compound interest, do you understand compound interest? Remember it! The first knowledge point."

But suddenly, he was silent again: "How can you count so fast?"

"Is it fast? It's a good deal!"

Feng Rui asked suspiciously: "You've been calculating this all the way?"

"No, just now."

President Feng Da suddenly asked: "What is the prescription of 158?"

about? "Qiu Mingquan almost blurted out, feeling a little apprehensive after he finished speaking, then sneaked out of bed to find the calculator in his schoolbag, and pressed it under the moonlight outside the window: "It's about the same. "

Feng Rui looked at the numbers displayed on the calculator and fell silent for a while. The answer is that these people, holding ID cards in their hands, stood in the bitter cold wind and lined up early in the morning, just to buy the stocks of this factory?

Liu Dongfeng looked suspiciously at the brand-new signboard at the entrance of the factory. The words "Dongshen City Vacuum Electronic Devices Company" were written on a golden background and black block letters. It looked like it was newly replaced.

"Xiao Liu! Come here and help me buy a bowl of hot soy milk." In a steamed stuffed bun shop at the gate of the factory, his colleague Zhang Jun gnawed on a huge meat bun and ordered.

He is a few years older than Liu Dongfeng, and he is not a serious graduate of the police academy, but this time he is becoming a full-time officer, and he blatantly snatches the spot that should belong to Liu Dongfeng.

There is no other reason, it is a moderately related household. No, it hasn't been just a few days, and these days when facing Liu Dongfeng, he is obviously not polite.

Liu Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, had no choice but to turn around and leave the team, walking towards the breakfast shop at the end of the street.

——No way, everyone in the team knows that the director of the police station is Zhang Jun's second uncle.

Qiu Mingquan didn't notice that Liu Dongfeng was here, beside him, an old man and a middle-aged man were behind the line, and the length of the line was still increasing.

"Master, are you a family member of the employees of this factory?" The middle-aged man started chatting with the old man as he was idle and bored.

"My nephew is a worker in the factory. His family bought the first batch of stocks last year. This year's Spring Festival, they really paid dividends!" The old man's eyes lit up. This is no worse than bank deposits!"

Someone next to him echoed: "Isn't that right? Besides, I heard that some stocks can still be traded now! You can get dividends when you enter, and you can transfer them when you withdraw. It's a good thing!"

Some people wondered: "Can it be transferred? Why haven't I heard that the stock of Vacuum Electronics can be traded?"

Suddenly, right in front of everyone, a clear boy's voice rang out unhurriedly: "That's right. There are already stocks that can be traded, but Vacuum Electronics is not among them."