Chapter 32

"Are you the president, or am I the president?"...

Next, Feng Rui directed Qiu Mingquan to enter the city. This time, the goal was no longer just boutique shopping malls, revitalizing shopping malls and Guanhai shopping malls and other famous big shopping malls, but ran all over the counters of hero pens.

Sure enough, in the past few days, the hero gold pen in a shopping mall has been out of stock!

As soon as Feng Rui saw this sign, he made a decisive move, and asked Qiu Mingquan to rush to several other shopping malls, poured out the one thousand yuan in his hand, and exchanged all of it for gold pens.

Three days later, major shopping malls ushered in the era of out-of-stock hero gold pens.

In fact, not only in Dongshen City, but also in counters all over the country. Facing the advertisements of domestic high-quality gold pens spread all over the country, and it is winter vacation, many parents are considering buying a good fountain pen for their children as a backup for school.

This time, even the Hero Gold Pen Factory was surprised, and the output failed to keep up.

At that time, there was no such thing as "hunger marketing", but every day I heard the attractive advertisements on the radio and TV, but I couldn't buy it, which formed an unexpected and hard-to-find situation.

Qiu Mingquan didn't know all this, but Feng Rui could keenly guess it.

Just in the past few days when the stock was completely out of stock, he asked Qiu Mingquan to take some gold pens and walk around the stationery counters of major shopping malls every day. Once he heard that someone had a clear desire to buy but came back disappointed, Qiu Mingquan ran away In the past, a variety of varieties were drawn out for people to choose from.

Claret pen body, full silver pen body, silver cap and black body... When you buy it, you have a purposeful configuration, and you can choose it when you sell it.

... The salespersons at the stationery counter in the boutique commercial building are convinced.

Although it was known that the child bought so many pens every day to sell them, where they were sold was always a mystery.

It's a good thing now, people are reselling them under the noses of their state-owned stores!

Occasionally, a customer wondered whether it was true or not, and the child pointed to this side with an innocent face: "I entered here."

Yes, there is a special counter inspection on site! This is it!

To complain, the hero gold pen at the counter is still completely out of stock, and there is an endless stream of customers who come to buy it. They have urged the manufacturer several times to say that the production capacity is insufficient, and the leaders of the commercial building have nothing to do.

After three or two days, they already knew how much the child added to the price of a pen. It has to be said that at this time when it was hard to find, Feng Rui's price was stuck at a node that was well versed in customer psychology, so that You feel pain in the flesh, but you are not angry enough to walk away.

What this kid earns in a few days is probably enough to earn a few months' wages for salespeople in state-owned enterprises!

Especially Zhao Decheng, the narrow-minded head of the counter, was extremely upset, and he couldn't please his eyes any way he saw this brat.

On this day, Qiu Mingquan was negotiating with a customer: "It's really not good, uncle, I will earn two yuan for this..."

"Two yuan is not enough! You sell dozens of pens a day, and you dare to speculate at such a young age!"

A hand suddenly reached out from behind, grabbed Qiu Mingquan's little hand fiercely, and snatched the gold pen from his hand.

Qiu Mingquan raised his head in astonishment, and looked at Zhao Decheng who was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit: "Uncle...why are you robbing me?"

Zhao Decheng choked.

This brat is really cunning and bad, he doesn't make excuses, but gives him the hat of stealing things!

He arbitrarily snatched the schoolbag from Qiu Mingquan's hand, and dumped the gold pencil case full on the ground: "Steal? I'm going to smash you!"

"Gululu", a pile of pencil cases fell to the ground.

...

On the stairs on the second floor, two middle-aged men were walking side by side.

General Manager Qu of the boutique shopping mall smiled and looked at his old classmate Wei Qingyuan beside him: "Congratulations, I didn't expect you to be transferred from Yanjing to Dongshen City. The college students of our class have been working in Yanjing for more than ten years. , it's just you."

Wei Qingyuan shook his head and smiled wryly: "I like doing research, you don't know that. If Principal Gong hadn't come to Dongshen City to take up a job this time, and insisted on bringing me along, I would rather work in the Audit Office."

Qu Yifei was deeply moved: "It's up to you. In today's situation, the country is short of people, especially those who understand the market economy. Almost all of our senior brothers and sisters in the past few years have been activated urgently."

Wei Qingyuan smiled: "You are not the same, you have been promoted to the position of general manager at this age."

Qu Yifei shook his head and lowered his voice: "I'm also crossing the river by feeling the stones. By the way, you have a high level of contact. Do you think the joint-stock reform is really feasible?"

Wei Qingyuan pushed his glasses and looked solemn: "You should know better than me, right? Just last year, Yuyuan Shopping Mall became one of the first batch of enterprises in Dongshen City to change to a joint-stock system. It united dozens of state-owned and collective stores. , formed a large, unified joint stock company, and expanded the scale of operations with concentrated advantages. You should know that they issued shares and the response was very good, so why can't you?"

Qu Yifei's eyes flickered: "Yes! I also think that this direction is very worth trying - you don't know, these days, I have thought about many ways to mobilize enthusiasm. In the final analysis, the attempt of the joint-stock system puts the vital interests of the employees Linking with the unit is the most powerful move!"

Wei Qingyuan quietly pointed to the north: "You are in the company, give it a go, the policy will definitely surprise you with its boldness!"

Qu Yifei's heart jumped, and he became a little excited. This classmate is highly valued by his mentor, Principal Gong. This time, Principal Gong was appointed as the vice president of Dongshen City Branch of the People's Bank of China. He insisted on bringing his favorite student Wei Qingyuan from the Human Education Department to The meaning of Dongshen City is self-evident.

He nodded solemnly: "I understand, I will quickly suggest to the higher-ups, let go and try!"

Wei Qingyuan smiled and said: "By the way, I want to come to you to buy two gold pens as gifts, and take me to the stationery counter?"

Qu Yifei slapped his thigh: "You didn't say it long ago! The Hero Gold Pen has been out of stock for a long time, even if I am a smart woman, I can't cook without rice now! Don't worry, it will arrive in a while, and I will keep it for you."

Wei Qingyuan smiled and said: "I didn't know you were performing your duties here, otherwise, you wouldn't have bought one at a higher price a few days ago."

Qu Yifei was taken aback by this, and thought it was funny: "This can be sold, so you're so active?"

Wei Qingyuan laughed: "And the person who did this was a child. To tell you the truth, after I bought the pen that day, I was very emotional."

"What are you feeling?"

Wei Qingyuan's eyes were firm: "The market economy is imperative. The sense of smell and wisdom of the masses have already gone ahead. Even a small child can take this step ignorantly. Why do we hesitate?"

Qu Yifei was extremely surprised: "What you said sounds like an anecdote. Is it really a child who sold a gold pen to you? Why don't I believe it!"

Wei Qingyuan stepped onto the third floor, looked forward unconsciously, saw a small face, and immediately froze.

After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't believe me? Then I will prove it to you today."

...

"You are not allowed to do business here! Believe it or not, I will call the police to arrest you! Raising prices unscrupulously, buying and selling, you will go to jail!" Zhao Decheng sneered.

This is still an era when the market economy has not been liberalized, and sales are everywhere in later generations. At this time, there is also a not-so-proper name "speculation". In most people's minds, this is disgraceful and needs to be concealed. of.

Qiu Mingquan: "Mr. Feng, what should we do?"

Feng Rui said angrily: "You didn't steal or rob, why are you afraid of him!"

Qiu Mingquan was not afraid, but he rarely quarreled with others in his previous life, and he was not very eloquent. He calmed down: "Uncle, I didn't do anything illegal. I bought it with my own money, and the people who bought my gold pen also liked it." Willingly. You can't."

He was young and lacked momentum, so when he spoke in such a friendly manner, Zhao Decheng became more and more unreasonable.

He turned his head and shouted downstairs: "Security Section, come quickly! There is a speculative peddler on the third floor, come and deal with it!"

Not long after, two people from the security department of the commercial building came, one old and one young, and the older one was the chief of the security department.

Zhao Decheng told the story arrogantly, until the head of the security department was taken aback.

This has never happened before, and what Team Leader Zhao said seems quite reasonable. A few years ago, it was broadcast on the radio, and people were shot for serious crimes of speculation?

In this era, the thinking of most people is indeed still in the rigid stage.

"You kid, how could you do this?" The younger security officer looked at Qiu Mingquan and said bluntly, "Hurry up, or you will be turned over to the Public Security Bureau!"

The chief of the security department waved his hand, but he was very kind: "Little friend, who taught you to do this?"

"It must be instigated by the adults in the family!" Zhao Decheng threatened viciously, "If I say it, the adults in the family must be arrested together!"

"Are you sure? Why don't I demonstrate it to you?" President Feng was eager to try again.

"You won't hit someone again, will you?" Qiu Mingquan asked suspiciously.

"That must not be the case." Feng Rui said indifferently, "At this time, we pay attention to a person who convinces people with virtue."

"I want to buy more for my grandparents, okay?" Qiu Mingquan said excitedly.

Feng Rui snorted: "Go ahead, you have to spend money to make money."

After thinking about it, he said again: "Don't spend too much, save some money!"

Qiu Mingquan froze for a moment, then fell silent in a sense of loss.

Although the money belonged to him, for some reason, he always felt that it was more like Feng Rui's property.

After a while, Feng Rui realized something. He pondered for a moment, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Qiu Mingquan, this money belongs to you." He explained solemnly, "But since you asked me, I will of course do my best and give you the best advice."

Qiu Mingquan lowered his head and said "hmm".

Feng Rui said calmly, "It's a fool who doesn't know how to make money, and a miser who doesn't spend money if he makes money. But don't worry about spending money now."

"En." Qiu Mingquan felt inexplicably settled down when he heard his steady voice.

It was the first time that this man was willing to explain to him seriously, and he could hear the earnestness in these words.

Feng Rui's tone was full of pride: "These days, you think such compound interest is already scary, right? But next, there will be the most frenzied and alluring feasts in the history of wealth in China. Make sure you save enough money before this feast comes. Do you understand?"

The most frenetic and alluring feast of wealth? ...

Qiu Mingquan was so shocked that his mind was at a loss. He felt confused, but he knew instinctively that this man would never lie to him, and he was not even exaggerating.

What kind of opportunity it was, he couldn't think of it.

He has been living at the bottom of the society in his previous life, without any higher education, the only thing he knows is to buy real estate around 2000, but that is too early, isn't it?

By the way, it seems that there are still stocks.

But he doesn't know how to get rich in stocks. With his limited knowledge, he only vaguely knows that there seem to be quite a few people who have lost their fortunes in the Chinese stock market.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me." CEO Feng Da solemnly promised.

Qiu Mingquan nodded, feeling suddenly relaxed.

Yes, Feng Rui will not harm him. Walking on the second floor of the boutique shopping mall, Qiu Mingquan greedily looked at the dazzling array of products. At the men's and women's clothing counters, he chose two sets of thick autumn clothes for men and women, a thick woolen hat and cotton gloves.

After thinking about it, he added a pair of cotton shoes to each of the two old men. In total, it only cost more than two hundred yuan.

"What about you?" Feng Rui reminded.

"I don't need it anymore." Qiu Mingquan was satisfied, "You said, you need to save money!"

"Oh, then I'll take you to eat something good to celebrate." Feng Rui felt a little uncomfortable.

This child... Oh no, he is obviously in his dozens of years, so why is he so harsh on himself?

Instructing Qiu Mingquan to make three turns and two detours, they entered a remote path.

It's not far from the boutique shopping mall, and it's cold and windy in winter, but the small shop that Feng Rui directed him to enter has a very good business.

The signboard tree of "Wangji Sanxian Small Wonton" was at the door. When Qiu Mingquan came in, it was just after five o'clock in the afternoon. In the small shop, the diners were full, and the mellow aroma of food came to the face.

"This is the famous small wonton stall with fresh meat in Dongshen City. Try it. It's only 80 cents, and the meat stuffing inside is rare and fresh." Feng Rui looked at the steaming wonton in front of Qiu Mingquan with emotion. Memories flooded my mind again.

This genuine small wonton shop disappeared in the tide of demolition in the old city. In his previous life, he came back from studying abroad and came to this old shop. Unfortunately, he returned disappointed, and the delicious food has become a nostalgia.

Qiu Mingquan was surprised: "Isn't the fresh meat wonton outside only 50 cents?!"

"Of course good things are more expensive. A place like Dongshen City never lacks rich people." Feng Rui said lightly, "Food is the most important thing for the people."

Sure enough, Qiu Mingquan took a closer look at the diners, all of them were neatly dressed and beautiful, obviously more decent than those neighbors in the shanty town.

A steaming bowl of three fresh wontons was placed on the table.

In the clear soup base, there are bright yellow egg shreds, light red shrimp skin, and black seaweed, all of which are delicious in color and fragrance. Gently scoop up a small wonton with a small spoon. The skin is translucent, small and gratifying.

Swallowing it one at a time, Qiu Mingquan only felt that his mouth was full of fragrance, which was extremely delicious.

"Pure meat stuffing, pork mixed with a little fresh shrimp. Real ingredients, absolutely fresh." Feng Rui asked proudly, "How about it, fresh meat wrapped in thin skin, isn't the taste salty, fragrant and smooth? Absolutely?"

Qiu Mingquan took one after another, the delicious and smooth wonton filling mixed with the slightly hot three delicacies soup on the tip of his tongue, it was so fresh that he almost bit off his tongue.

It's so delicious... In the last life, or in this life, I have never eaten such a delicious thing!

"That's natural. I was so picky about food when I was a child, and I liked everything here." Feng Rui felt Qiu Mingquan's astonishing admiration, and was suddenly a little depressed.

Even if he moved his index finger a lot, it was impossible for him, who didn't even have a body, to eat as much food as he did in his previous life.

Qiu Mingquan stopped suddenly while eating.

"Come on me..." he whispered.

Feng Rui was silent for a while, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. This guy...is he pitying himself?

Under the battle between heaven and man, he still quickly occupied that body, and when the delicious memory slipped between his lips and teeth, he almost shed tears.

What a shame!

Qiu Mingquan watched President Feng drank the last sip of fresh soup in the bowl with great care, sucked a trace of seaweed into his throat, and asked curiously, "Did you live nearby when you were young?"

"Yes, my house is nearby." Feng Rui's voice became a little weird, and he sighed softly, "Let's go."

After walking out of the small wonton shop, Qiu Mingquan followed Feng Rui's instructions and walked towards an unfamiliar street.

But the doubts in his heart were bigger than ever.

In the schoolbag, apart from the huge sums of money that he carried with him, there was another strange thing.

These days, Feng Rui repeatedly told him that no matter what, he must keep the three high-grade gold carving pens and not sell them.

Now, the remaining three gold pens were quietly lying in his schoolbag.

"Later, listen to my instructions. If you see a woman, sell these three pens to her." When Feng Rui said these words, his voice was calm, but Qiu Mingquan had a strange feeling, as if This man, who has always been calm and arrogant, has great anxiety.

It was almost dusk, and the cold winter wind gradually became howling, blowing on the body, with a kind of biting cold.

Qiu Mingquan walked for a while, and gradually found that the scenery on the roadside became more and more beautiful, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians passing by.

Every house on the side of the road has its own garden, with lush flowers and trees and small courtyards, and small bungalows with foreign architectural styles are hidden.

Even in this era, even after more than half a century of isolation and historical tribulations, there are many wealthy but low-key families living in the depths of this historic city.

"It's right there." Suddenly, Feng Rui's voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed a little scared like nostalgia, "See that black New Crown car on the corner of the street? You go over there and knock on the window."

"Oh, and then?" Qiu Mingquan asked ignorantly.

"Just ask the woman in the car if you want to buy the gold pen in your hand." After a pause, he hesitated again, "Forget it, anyway, you can let me get up next time, and I will talk."

Qiu Mingquan let out a "hmm", affected by his strange emotion, his heart suddenly beat wildly in a strange way.

He slowly walked towards the black car at the end of the small street in the setting sun.

It was a new Toyota Crown rarely seen in Dongshen City. The low-key and elegant model was smooth and spacious. Although Qiu Mingquan didn't understand cars at all, he could still feel the elegance exuded by the brand-new body.

When he got closer, he hesitated for a moment, then lightly raised his finger, and tapped on the dark car window.

...Liu Shuyan was holding a book of Tagore's poems in her hand, and was reading it leisurely in the air-conditioned car, when suddenly there was a knocking sound from the car window.

He raised his head in surprise, and saw a handsome boy's face appearing out of the car window, with big black eyes open, looking pure and well-behaved.

Liu Shuyan felt so strange, this child is very face-to-face, could it be his son's classmate?

The car window was lowered slowly, Qiu Mingquan just froze. This aunt's face is really beautiful!

Curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of autumn water-like pupils that are as gentle as water, clear and dark, with a faint smile on the oval face, and curly hair that is not outdated even in later generations.

Her face has a highly recognizable natural beauty like Hong Kong and Taiwan actresses in the 1980s and 1990s. Except for a faint red lipstick, she does not wear any makeup.

"Little friend, what do you do?" Liu Shuyan asked with a gentle smile after waiting for a while.

As she got closer, she had already seen clearly Qiu Mingquan's shabby attire, and overturned the idea that this was her son's classmate.

Qiu Mingquan waited for a while, but before Feng Rui could speak, he suddenly came to his senses, quickly took out an exquisite 50 gold carving pen from his backpack, and held it up to the car window nervously.

"Auntie, do you need a gold pen? Hero brand, famous brand authentic, when the country's leaders go abroad, they use this model to give to foreign friends."

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—"