Chapter 42

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 official, and he blatantly snatches the quota that should belong to Liu Dongfeng.

There is no other reason, it is a moderately related household. No, it hasn't been 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, and walked towards the breakfast shop at the end of the street.

——No way, everyone in the team knew that the director of the police station was 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 line was still increasing in length.

"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. When his family bought it last year, there was no computer at all, and all the registrations were manually handwritten. The sale of these hundreds of thousands of shares was 1,450 paper shares. Each sheet has a denomination of 100 yuan, the pattern is clear, and it seems that it still exudes the fragrance of ink that has just left the printing factory.

A middle-aged woman in the first place took out 1,000 yuan, was the first to buy ten stocks, and left happily.

The second and third ones, seeing someone walking out with a thick stack of stocks with a smile on their face, the people in the queue at the back became anxious, and more and more people began to shout: "Will it be sold out?! Can't call one People buy that much, right?"

"That's right, there must be restrictions! We went early in the morning, and it was too cold. Could it be possible to ask everyone to go back empty-handed?"

When Liu Dongfeng ran back with a cup of soy milk, what he saw was that when the crowd became more and more chaotic, the originally straight line became chaotic, and many people began to try to squeeze forward.

He felt a "thump" in his heart. Oops, when he arrived, the captain specially told him to keep an eye on the law and order here. Zhang Jun had no experience, so don't call any abnormal situation on the scene.

Especially when there are many people, the thieves running around know that everyone here has a lot of cash on them, which is especially dangerous!

He rushed over in two or three steps, and shouted eagerly at Zhang Jun at the door of the steamed stuffed bun shop: "Brother Zhang, let's go and maintain order, don't cause trouble!"

Zhang Jun gave him an annoyed look: "What a fuss, what problems can happen to hundreds of people, you just have to keep an eye on it."

He took Liu Dongfeng's soy milk, and retreated to the stove next to the steamed stuffed bun shop, crossing his legs.

What a sense of responsibility for a young man outside the establishment! This damn weather is so cold!

Liu Dongfeng gritted his teeth, turned around and ran to the factory gate alone.

The situation was not right, the crowd crowded in front of the door became more and more anxious, the noisy voices echoed to the sky, and there seemed to be a few suspicious-looking people in the crowd!

Qiu Mingquan was at the front of the queue, and now he could see that something was wrong, so he managed not to be squeezed out by the crowd by virtue of his dexterity.

After finally getting in line in front of him, he was about to stretch out the money, when an aunt next to him suddenly squeezed up, grabbed the front without any politeness, and slapped a stack of banknotes on the financial staff's desk: "I'll buy five thousand yuan! "

"Don't jump in line! That woman, be more conscious!" The people behind were anxious.

"That's right, don't stop!"

Feng Rui was also anxious: "Why are you so useless? Push her away!"

Qiu Mingquan hesitated: "I... I can't do it, why don't you come?"

"Are you kidding me! I never beat women, let alone such old women." President Feng Yizheng flatly refused.

Just as the two were giving way, the woman quickly bought the stocks and left with a happy face.

Qiu Mingquan hurriedly squeezed his way up, and completed the registration and purchase process. Except for some spare money, the remaining two thousand yuan was exchanged for twenty 100-yuan vacuum electronic stocks, and he squeezed out of the crowd with great effort.

In the winter, I almost squeezed out a sweat.

He saw the steamed stuffed bun shop next to him at a glance, and ran over quickly, and was about to buy two meat buns to pad his stomach, when suddenly, he heard the fat woman's sharp voice screaming: "Ah! My money, my wallet was stolen! "

Qiu Mingquan looked up in surprise, and saw a figure as vigorous as flying, running towards the side of the crowd: "Don't run!"

A small man wearing a hat suddenly ran wildly, and the young policeman behind him chased after him, and the direction of the two of them was running towards this side.

A few steps away from the steamed stuffed bun shop, the young man behind was hungry and threw the thief in front of him on the ground: "Don't run! Follow me back to the police station!"

Feng Rui suddenly asked curiously: "Isn't this person your neighbor?"

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback for a moment, but after a closer look, he really was Brother Dongfeng!

At this moment, suddenly the thief on the ground flipped his wrist, flashed a gleaming knife from the padded coat, and stabbed Liu Dongfeng in the face.

Liu Dongfeng was caught off guard. Unexpectedly, the gangster was carrying a knife. When he dodged hard, the knife drew a bloodstain on the side of his neck. Immediately, bright red blood gushed out!

The little man's eyes were blood red, and he waved the knife again and again: "Go to hell!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly exclaimed, the knife was shining coldly, the blood on Liu Dongfeng's body was scary, and several people hesitated to step forward for a while, but Liu Dongfeng was in a hurry, this gangster was extremely crazy and fierce, and he couldn't hurt innocent people!

"Everyone, don't come here, the gangsters have knives! Brother Zhang, come and help!..." He shouted while holding back the pain.

In the steamed stuffed bun shop, Zhang Jun, who was crossing his legs and warming himself by the fire, stood up abruptly, and then sat down frightened.

Liu Dongfeng, that unlucky boy, don't be dying, there is so much blood on his body!

no no. No...he can't go up, what if he gets stabbed too? His feet trembled slightly as if they were nailed to the ground.

Qiu Mingquan looked at the young man in police uniform beside him, and frowned: "Uncle policeman?"

Zhang Jun met his clear gaze, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "Little bastard, get out of here!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at him in surprise, stood up abruptly, and picked up the kitchen knife used for chopping meat at the bun shop.

As soon as Zhang Jun raised his head, he saw the strangely calm eyes of the child in front of him, and shrank back in fright. What the hell is that look!

"Hey, it's all about our own business, why do you care about this nosy business?" In the corner of consciousness, President Feng asked in surprise, "Isn't there a police here? Why are you joining in the fun?!"

"Brother Dongfeng is in danger, why not go up!" Qiu Mingquan shouted anxiously, wanting to rush over, Feng Rui hurriedly pointed out, "Sneak attack, idiot! Don't rush!"

Liu Dongfeng struggled desperately with the gangster. He was injured at the beginning, but now his disadvantages began to appear. He only felt that his arms were getting heavier and heavier. Unexpectedly, the gangster broke free from his shackles, stood up, and ran forward with all his might. .

Seeing that gangster was about to run away, something flew out of the steamed stuffed bun shop by the side of the road unexpectedly!

The heavy chopping board was hitting the gangster's forehead, causing him to stagger, his head sank, and before he could stand still, a small figure was like a deer, like a shooting star. Although his hands trembled a little, he still mustered up his courage. Brightly slashed down with a knife! ...

Amidst the exclamation, the gangster screamed, and the sharp kitchen knife cut through the winter cotton-padded clothes, directly cutting his arm!

When the warm sun is rising in winter, it emits a warm golden light on the bare treetops.

The soaring blood spattered three feet, the boy turned his back to the rising sun, his firm but weak figure was like a standing pine tree.

Trembling, Zhang Jun poked his head out of the steamed stuffed bun shop, looked at the gangster who was staggering and struggling, and still wanted to escape, hesitated for a moment, and retreated into the shop.

Liu Dongfeng had already arrived, and when he saw Qiu Mingquan, he exclaimed, "Why are you!"

After yelling, there was no time to say hello, so he quickly kicked the gangster's knife with his sharp eyes and kicked away. At this time, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop also woke up, and quickly found the rope for tying the pig from the back hall. Tie up tightly.

The gangster was right under everyone's feet, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit hard on the ankle of Qiu Mingquan who was closest to him!

Qiu Mingquan was small, and the cotton trousers he was wearing didn't fit well, and a short section of the trousers was exposed. Even though he was through the socks, he was bitten painfully.

Qiu Mingquan hurriedly slapped it down, and then he let go of the gangster, but when the man raised his head, there was an obvious scar on his face, but his eyes were full of hatred and cruelty.

"Little bastard, you are ruthless. When I come out, I will kill your whole family!"

The onlookers were startled: ordinary thieves were arrested for stealing money, and rarely stabbed people with knives. Now that they are arrested, they are still so vicious!

"How dare you threaten revenge? Pretend to be afraid and kill him!" The cunning CEO Feng wanted to stand by and watch just now, but now he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Seeing Qiu Mingquan hesitate, he couldn't help being anxious, "Oh, get out of the way, I'm the one to do it." Bar!"

The people next to him felt that the child seemed to be frightened. They froze for a moment, then suddenly yelled with a trembling voice, and the kitchen knife in his hand dropped in a hurry!

The kitchen knife was used by the bun shop owner to chop meat for a long time, and it was extremely sharp. This time it fell, it happened to be unbiased, and the blade fell straight down to the gangster's hand.

With a more miserable scream, several fingers were broken from the middle, and blood flew straight.

The child seemed to be even more frightened, and staggered and fell to the ground.

The top-up CEO Feng quietly approached the gangster on the ground, the corner of his mouth curled up ironically, and he was no longer panicked: "The last one who said he wanted to kill my whole family has already been burned to black coals—who do you think you are?" what?"

...

Qiu Mingquan said in his heart: "I don't have parents, my grandparents picked mine up on the side of the road near here."

Feng Rui frowned. It turned out to be an abandoned baby picked up by the old scavengers?

Orphans with low education and poor family background, no wonder they are still working on construction sites in their 30s and 40s, doing nothing.

In this world, there are always such people who are destined to live at the bottom, and there is no possibility of turning over.

Thinking of the dazed and gloomy face he saw before he died, even though he was ruthless in the past, facing such a child, President Feng couldn't help but soften his heart a little, and he had the mentality of a savior out of thin air.

——Well, since they are bound together by no other means, then in this life, he can always turn this person's tragic life into a shocking reversal, right?

In the field of vision shared with Qiu Mingquan is a toothpaste with a light green skin.

Feng Rui looked at it with interest, it was a Fangcao toothpaste that was squeezed to the bottom, and to him, it was decades ago.

At this time, it was a well-known state-owned toothpaste brand, and it was popular on department store shelves all over the country.

Feng Rui clearly remembered that at this time, the familiar slogans could be heard in the TV and radio advertisements: "Use fragrant grass every day, until old teeth are good", "Baby wakes up early, use fragrant grass every day".

"In a few years, Fangcao toothpaste will go downhill." He said casually.

"Ah? Really?" Qiu Mingquan spat toothpaste foam.

Feng Rui knew very well that this toothpaste ranked second in the national industry in the 1990s, and it was affiliated with Anhui Fangcao Daily Chemical. Later, in the late 1990s, major international daily chemical brands aggressively occupied the domestic market, and its decline was inevitable.

This is just a microcosm of the fate of many domestic brands in the past. In the early 21st century, a large number of domestic brands gradually lost in the brutal market competition, were merged, acquired, or went bankrupt silently.

"Oh, these simple business cases." Feng Rui didn't care.

Qiu Mingquan squeezed out the last bit of toothpaste, instead of throwing away the shriveled aluminum toothpaste tube, he opened a shoe box and put the toothpaste skin in it.

"What are you doing?" Feng Rui's sharp eyes saw several empty toothpaste skins neatly placed inside.

"Save it all up and sell it. Doesn't your family sell it?" Qiu Mingquan seemed more surprised than him, "It costs three cents a piece."

Feng Rui was really shocked by this.

Yes, the aluminum skin can be recycled! Three, three cents each? ...

Back in the house, the two old people had simply finished their meal, gave Qiu Mingquan a few worried words, and went out to pick up waste together.

Feng Rui seized this opportunity and said unhurriedly: "Now, I think we need a negotiation, let's talk about the conditions."

Qiu Mingquan was holding the salted duck egg, and was carefully picking out a little bit of oily egg yolk with chopsticks, he was taken aback when he heard this.

"what?"

"You don't always think that I am obliged to help you for free, do you?"

...

Qiu Mingquan stopped his chopsticks in confusion: "Huh?"

President Feng didn't let him go because of his low profile, but became more mean: "You came back from rebirth with a good card in your pocket, have you thought about how to play it? You don't seem to have any plans."

Qiu Mingquan was silent for a moment: "...I want to go to school."

In his previous life, because of the burden of his family, he dropped out of school early and entered the society. He had no education or qualifications, so that he spent his whole life in the most poverty-stricken life. The only way he could think of was to seize the opportunity, go to school hard, and use knowledge to change his life. destiny.

For a poor kid like him, what other shortcuts do he have?

"Go to school, go to that funny first grade of junior high school?" Feng Rui became obviously impatient, "No wonder you're still doing small jobs on construction sites at the age of 30 or 40, and your IQ and EQ are worrying."

Qiu Mingquan lowered his head, feeling a little sad suddenly.

This man spoke harshly, but probably because he was used to hearing such words before, he didn't feel anything wrong.

Feng Rui became anxious: "Are you stupid! This is the 1980s and 1990s, you can move your fingers casually, predict those important time points in advance, there is gold everywhere, and the time is completely in time to plan!"

Qiu Mingquan listened blankly.

What does that have to do with him? The family's livelihood is difficult, and there is no savings. Even if you vaguely know that there will be some opportunities to make a fortune in future generations, whether you are buying a house or doing business, you need the principal.