Chapter 37

"What, it's still in stock!" Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, "Isn't the stock already in your hand?"

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

Next, Feng Rui instructed Qiu Mingquan to go into the city. This time, the goal was no longer just boutique shopping malls, revitalization shopping malls and Guanhai shopping malls and other famous shopping malls, but he went 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 at counters all over the country. Faced with 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 Golden Pen Factory was greatly 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."

Wang Daquan had a cold face and frowned: "The people who burned the dead made a big fuss and attracted attention, but it was a waste of time."

Li Ermao nodded repeatedly and said: "If you really risk your life, you will have to be shot."

Wang Daquan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he looked around, but he went to the eaves of a house and poured more gasoline.

That was exactly the Qiu Mingquan's house that he found out on purpose.

Squinting his eyes, Wang Daquan took out a lighter, lit it on the leeward side, and threw it into a winding gasoline line under his feet.

The flames ignited and burned into a thread of fire in an instant. Wang Daquan watched coldly, clutching the back of his burned hand, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

Forget about the others, that wolf-like brat, let their house be burned tonight, it’s best to burn him to death! For a moment, evil thoughts rose sharply in his heart.

Just as several people were proudly watching the flames getting bigger and bigger, suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly passed behind them at the same time.

Wang Daquan turned around in astonishment, and saw two figures in the night, one big and one small, holding a thick stick in their hands, and they were about to hit their heads with a heavy blow. The two brothers Li Damao fell to the ground with an "ouch" at the same time!

Oops, ambushed!

A voice shouted violently: "Bastard, go to hell! I told you to set fire to people!"

The crisp boy's voice exploded in the quiet night at the same time: "Everyone, get up, someone set the fire, come and put out the fire!..."

The courtyard suddenly exploded, lights were turned on in countless rooms, and the owner of the house who was close had already seen the fire, and rushed out in his clothes: "Fire and fire! Get water!"

Brothers Li Damao and Li Ermao were beaten to the ground and screamed. Wang Daquan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing that the formation was wrong, he was terrified and ran away.

Liu Dongfeng and Qiu Mingquan put the two of them down, turned around and chased after Wang Daquan who was fleeing. It was getting dark and impatient, Wang Daquan tripped over something unexpectedly, and suddenly fell like a dog gnawing shit.

The fire just started over there, and was quickly extinguished by everyone who heard the sound. Now seeing the murderer, the neighbors hated each other very much, and they were so courageous that they shouted together: "Kill them! He is going to kill him!" Our lives!"

Wang Daquan turned over and sat up in embarrassment. Seeing that several young and middle-aged men had already rushed forward, he was overwhelmed, and suddenly raised the remaining half barrel of gasoline in his hand, and threw it in the face towards the chasing crowd!

"Hula la", a smoky smell, the people who chased them were caught off guard and were doused in gasoline.

Wang Daquan roared hoarsely: "Don't come over, I will burn anyone who comes over!"

With a sound of "噗", he grinned grinningly, and suddenly lit the lighter in his hand, and in the dark night, a cluster of faint flames ignited.

Qiu Mingquan chased at the front, stopped suddenly, and stretched out his hand to block behind him: "Everyone, don't move!"

Liu Dongfeng roared coldly: "Hurry up and put down the lighter! Surrender honestly!"

"Let me go, or you will be burned to death!" Wang Daquan yelled frantically.

Qiu Mingquan walked forward step by step. He was small and thin, and looked harmless, but in Wang Daquan's eyes, his calm face under the firelight produced a chill out of thin air.

It's him again! This wolf cub of the Qiu family, a lifeless little devil!

"Don't come here!" He waved the lighter in horror, the mouth of the gasoline barrel he just threw away was tilted, and the remaining gasoline poured out silently, flowing into a stream under his feet. He was extremely nervous, but Unaware.

"Xiaoquan, don't go there, it's dangerous!" Liu Dongfeng yelled anxiously, ignoring the gasoline on his body, and was about to rush forward, but Qiu Mingquan turned around and stopped him sharply.

"Don't come here, I don't have gasoline on me, so I'm not afraid of him." He whispered, his eyes were serious, and Liu Dongfeng was shocked in place.

Qiu Mingquan walked five or six steps in front of Wang Daquan, looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You want to burn my house."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Wang Daquan suppressed the panic in his heart, and grinned grimly: "So what? You are lucky if you didn't burn the three of you to death!"

Qiu Mingquan's body had just changed, and President Feng sighed softly: "I'll give you one last chance to catch you without a fight. If not—"

He half raised his head, his gaze seemed to be looking at a dead person: "You have no choice but to die."

The faint fire light behind him reflected his indifferent eyes, the vicissitudes in his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, Wang Daquan suddenly shuddered, his mind buzzed, and he threw the lighter in his hand at Qiu Mingquan!

Burn him, he's a ghost! …I don’t know why, Wang Daquan thought in horror.

The child on the opposite side dodged lightly amidst the screams of panic.

The lighter whirled and landed near him.

The fire suddenly ignited, and it even rushed towards Wang Daquan along the winding oil line on the ground!

——The leaked gasoline line ignited when it encountered an open flame, and instantly wrapped Wang Daquan. In the terrified eyes of everyone, he instantly became a ball of fire, and his miserable cries resounded through the night sky in this winter night. ...

"I really didn't expect it... I really didn't expect it." The head of Zhuang District lowered his voice into the phone in the closed office, "When the fire was set, the poor ghosts in that shanty town discovered it, and not only put out the fire , and all those who set fire were arrested.”

On the other end of the phone, the voice was gentle and elegant, without any disturbance: "I heard that the one who took the lead was burned into a blackened gourd?"

Zhuang District Chief Khan came down: "Yes, Wang Daquan was seriously injured, and I'm afraid that if he gets involved with me..."

"Don't worry, that person shouldn't be able to survive after being burnt like that." The person on the phone said calmly, as if he didn't mind.

"That's good, that's good!" District Chief Zhuang felt relieved, "Don't worry, the other two people don't even know about our existence."

After a long while on the phone, he said calmly: "Us?..."

The head of Zhuang District was startled. In the cold winter months, his forehead was almost covered with sweat. He hurriedly said: "No! Don't worry! This matter will not expand no matter what!"