Chapter 35

After looking at the impoverished house, she roughly understood why Qiu Mingquan was in business. This made her feel a little uncomfortable. In this era, most people still advocate "study mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and not be afraid to travel all over the world." In the eyes of teachers, doing business is really a foolish thing.

There was a soft knock at the door, Grandpa Qiu held a crumpled white plastic bag in his hand, and repeated hesitantly: "Teacher, you, you said... saw Koizumi selling pens?"

Teacher Feng smiled: "His classmates saw it. But, I'm not here to complain. I just think that Xiao Quan's grades are so good. It would be a pity if he was distracted and delayed?"

Grandpa Qiu listened in a daze, walked to the bed, looked at the swollen place on the back of Qiu Mingquan's hand, and suddenly squatted on the ground silently, covering his face.

Cloudy old tears fell drop by drop.

The child didn't lie, and he didn't do anything outrageous!

Qiu Mingquan quickly jumped off the ground, hugged the old man vigorously, and rubbed his furry head against Grandpa's chest: "Grandpa... I'm fine. Don't cry."

Teacher Feng looked at the family of three crying inexplicably, and was startled: I just said a few words casually, and I didn't speak harshly. How did I make this old and young like this?

After finally waiting for the three to calm down, Qiu Mingquan wiped the tears on his face embarrassingly, and nodded gratefully to Teacher Feng: "Thank you, teacher, I will pay attention to handling the relationship between study and business."

Teacher Feng was taken aback, business? This kid, really takes this kind of messy thing seriously?

She was about to say something more, but out of the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of the leftovers on the small wooden table next to her, and then thought of Qiu Mingquan's usual shabby clothes, and swallowed all the words back into her stomach.

She sighed, and on impulse, she took out the small canvas wallet, took out a few ten-yuan bills from it, took out another one cruelly, and stuffed it into Grandma Qiu's hand.

"I'm Koizumi's class teacher, you take this money first!" She knew that the old man would give in, so she put down the money and ran out the door in a hurry, "The child is sick, don't delay the treatment, and you have to buy some food and supplements Body!"

The two old men looked at the banknotes and didn't react for a while.

fifty dollars! In this day and age, this is almost one-third of a middle school teacher's monthly salary. The point is, everyone is short of money!

Qiu Mingquan first struggled to jump up, took the money and chased him out.

"Teacher, teacher!" He caught up with Teacher Feng vainly, his face was flushed with fever, and now he flushed even more, "...my family has money, please take it back!"

Teacher Feng made a stern face and pretended to be angry: "You child, why don't you listen to the teacher! Look at how thin you are, how can you study without physical strength!"

"No, no... I can't take this money." Qiu Mingquan kept shaking his head,

Teacher Feng put the money back into his hand with all his strength: "Then let me borrow it from you. After you are admitted to university and earn money, Wang Juan took a breath, thinking of Zhao Decheng's usual brilliance, but couldn't bear it." Zhu Anshuang: "Oh, did the buyer find out? "

"The purchaser didn't find out. When he went back to claim the reimbursement, he was spotted by the accountant, and he found our mall with the invoice." Xiao Liu blinked with a smile, "I happened to meet General Manager Qu, alas, you didn't see it, so I bought it on the spot." His face is blue with anger!"

Wang Juan gave a "puchi" smile: "Group leader Zhao has always been courageous!"

It's not a big deal to secretly sell your own private goods at the counter, but forging official seals and issuing fake invoices is a serious matter.

Zhao Decheng has always been unpopular, but now he is unlucky, no one sympathizes with him, and everyone is laughing together. At this moment, someone shouted from a distance: "Wang Juan! General Manager Qu asked you to go to his office !"

Standing in the general manager's office of the boutique shopping mall, Wang Juan almost suspected that she had heard it wrong: "General manager, you said... asking me to take Zhao Decheng's place and be promoted to be the stationery group leader?"

She was just thirty years old, so this qualification is supposed to be out of her reach.

General Manager Qu smiled slightly: "Yes. You must have heard about Zhao Decheng. He has been suspended urgently. I need to promote someone."

His face was full of encouragement: "I have investigated, and my colleagues all said that you have strong business ability and good service attitude. Can you top it?"

Wang Juan nodded in surprise: "The organization and leadership trust me, I am willing to try!"

After coming out of the general manager's office, she still felt a little dizzy, but suddenly, a clear picture came to her mind.

The boy whispered in her ear: "I thought about it just now, I should not buy it. This small business, the next wave will really fall into my hands."...

If it wasn't for that child, even if she wouldn't be as desperate as Zhao Decheng today, at least she would have hoarded a lot of gold pens that are no longer easy to sell, right? !

For a moment, her back was covered in cold sweat, and she was both afraid and grateful.

...

But at this time, the two instigators who put Zhao Decheng into the pit of fire happened to pass by the door of the boutique shopping mall.

Qiu Mingquan stopped suddenly, and looked hesitantly at the gate of the shopping mall not far away.

"Hey, isn't that person... the team leader who killed us that day?" He whispered.

At the door, a man's face was pale, and he begged the policeman beside him with snot and tears: "Comrade, wait a minute, I'll go to the general manager and say a few more words, please!"

The two policemen around him clamped him, one on the left and one on the right, and pushed him away seriously: "If you have something to say, go to the police station!"

Feng Rui looked at it with great interest: "It's really him, looking at that cowardly idiot, he must have committed something. He deserves it!"

Thinking of the way he smashed his gold pen that day, Qiu Mingquan couldn't help but chuckled: "Yes, you deserve it..."

Feng Rui smiled: "Let's go, go to the next stop."

The wealth in the financial field that he is most familiar with is already waving to them impatiently today. Who has the time to care about such small ants!

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.