Chapter 44

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

After thinking for a while, 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, the money belongs to you." He solemnly explained, "But since you asked me, I will of course do my best to 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 at ease 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 frenetic 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."

Wang Juan looked at the child's shabby clothes, then at his dark deer-like eyes, and finally stood up: "This one, or this one?"

Feng Rui identified it carefully, and pointed to Qiu Mingquan: "This one, the hero 50 gold carving high iridium pen; and this one, the hero 100 gold pen."

Wang Juan couldn't help being slightly taken aback when she heard the boy point out the models of the two pens clearly.

Yo, does this kid have a good eye, or is it just a coincidence?

As soon as I started, I picked the national gift pen that Commissioner Jiang visited the Soviet Union, and the hero 100, the model with the best reputation among the hero gold pens?

Qiu Mingquan seriously raised two exquisite pens to his eyes, in fact to confirm to Feng Rui: "Is it this one?"

"That's right, ask about the price." Feng Rui said lightly.

Wang Juan smiled reservedly: "Children, this Hero 100 fountain pen is 6.4 yuan, you can try it with ink. But this gold carving high iridium pen comes in a gift box, you can't dip it in ink, and it costs 18 yuan each. "

"Oh." The boy paused and asked accurately, "I want to buy two golden eagles, and eight heroes for 100. The total is eighty-seven yuan, right?"

"What? You want so much?" Wang Juan was startled and looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes." Qiu Mingquan nodded, carefully took out the money he just took out from his pocket, and spread it out on the counter.

"You count it, here is eighty-eight yuan."

Wang Juan was overjoyed, quickly picked up the abacus on one side, and typed a few times: "Oh my little friend, you are right! It is eighty-seven yuan!"

She hurriedly opened the small cabinet at the back, took out all the pens that Qiu Mingquan had named to buy, and brought out the corresponding high-end gift pen cases, found a newspaper graciously, and wrapped ten velvet pen cases together.

"Thank you, auntie." Qiu Mingquan obediently bowed to her, extremely polite.

Wang Juan counted the money happily, stretched out her hand and pulled an iron clip over her head, clamped all the counted money on the clip, and then stretched out her hand, the iron clip flew away from the wire above her head with the money. Accounting Cashier Office.

Soon, the cashier on this floor who was sitting on the high stool finished counting, issued an invoice, found a few dimes, and immediately passed the money back along the wire.

Looking at the back of Qiu Mingquan's departure, Wang Juan was very happy in her heart: ——This early in the morning, I have done a few days of turnover!

Holding the pen that I bought in exchange for everything, it was almost eleven o'clock. Qiu Mingquan found a small food stall under the bridge opposite the boutique shopping mall, bought a bowl of tofu flower and hurriedly filled his stomach, then started to catch the return bus and headed out of the city.

There were not many people in the car, so he carefully took out the small notebook and looked at the time and date recorded on it: Zhenghong Elementary School, Parents' Meeting, January 10th, is today.

The road was bumpy, and when it was almost one or two o'clock in the afternoon, he finally arrived at Zhenghong Primary School.

It was the appointed time for the parent-teacher meeting, and a large number of parents came to the gate in twos and threes. Most of them walked, and some rode bicycles. The grand scene of piles of cars blocking the school gate in later generations was not seen at this time.

Qiu Mingquan stood alone at the school gate, and suddenly his face turned red. In later generations, he was doing physical work, doing business and shouting, and he had never done it at all.

Feng Rui waited for a long time, then said helplessly: "If you don't move, are you going to throw all the 80 yuan principal into your hands!"

"Will...or, you come to my body?"

President Feng Da was furious: "You have a good idea! The most I can do is hack people up for you, and you still want me to help you work?"

Qiu Mingquan gritted his teeth, and finally ran to the most conspicuous place at the school gate, put his schoolbag on the ground, and put all the beautiful pen cases on it.

Several parents walked past him and looked at the ground in surprise, and someone let out a "Huh".

Different from the cheap pens in ordinary stationery stores, these pens all come in very exquisite black velvet boxes. If you look closely, the body of the pens is also very beautiful.

Some are engraved with golden carving patterns, some are silver pen caps with maroon pen bodies, and some are all silver, all lined up in the sun, shining dazzlingly.

"Look at it. Hero Gold Pen, this is the latest nib made of 14K gold, and it is the best-selling model!" Qiu Mingquan mustered up his courage, and said to the two or three parents who were looking down.

Although the voice is not loud, but I recited it several times on the way here, and it is not too stuttering.

One of the middle-aged men had a gentle face, pushing black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Oh, I heard an advertisement on the radio this morning, saying that Commissioner Jiang was going abroad to give a hero pen as a gift."

Qiu Mingquan nodded excitedly, and quickly picked up the only two 50-type gold carving high-iridium pens: "Yes, uncle, you know what you have, this is it!"

"Oh!" The parents who were about to walk away stopped curiously, looking at the glittering golden pen in his hand, their hearts were moved.

The middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses smiled: "Little brother, why do you have so many pens?"

Qiu Mingquan bit the bullet and said: "Uncle and aunt, buy a fountain pen for your children as a reward. Hero fountain pens are fashionable now, and gold pens will soon be in short supply."

Hey, such a young child is actually a businessman?

Several parents were all taken aback.

Not long after that special period, buying and selling, and doing business for profit, even in Dongshen City, where the financial awareness is relatively advanced, are still rare.

The vast majority of people are still proud of working in state-owned enterprises, and there are not many who are willing to go to sea, let alone such a young child?

"Where did you get this money from?" Someone asked suspiciously.

Under Feng Rui's guidance, Qiu Mingquan was already prepared, and quickly took out the invoice issued in the morning and shook it, revealing the official seal of the boutique shopping mall: "Uncle, I just bought the goods from the big shopping mall this morning. Look, it's guaranteed to be genuine."

Several parents no longer doubt that in this era of material shortage, these things can only be made by state-owned factories, so they want to buy fake products, but there is no place to buy them.

"Then, how do you sell this money?"

"Not expensive..." Qiu Mingquan said according to the words Feng Rui made up for him, "This kind of high-end gold carving national gift pen is very high-end, and it is very face-saving as a gift or for personal use. It is 28 yuan a piece. The Hero 100 Gold Pen is the most well-received and the most cost-effective, at 8.8 yuan."

Mr. Feng, isn't your price a bit sleazy, and the price has been increased by 30 to 40%?

Can this be sold? You must know that people in this era are living on tight wages, and their lives are not rich!

Sure enough, a middle-aged woman immediately yelled: "Oh, it's so expensive! You are so young and unscrupulous, you must have added a lot of price!"

"Auntie, I'm not going to hide it from you, I just make some money for running errands." Qiu Mingquan said eagerly.

"It's quite far from the city. You have to go back and forth to get a bus ticket. If you can't make it all morning, you have to have a meal outside. Also, you have to ask for leave to buy this, and your salary will be deducted."

"I can't go on weekends, why are you in such a hurry." The woman curled her lips meanly.

Qiu Mingquan smiled, and looked at her sincerely with deer-like eyes: "I'm going today, and I only have these last few left. If you go on Sunday, I'm afraid you won't be able to buy them."

This is extremely baseless, he is simply a profiteer full of lies, but Feng Rui sneered in his heart: "This is not a lie, just say it."

Feng Rui remembered very clearly that the advertisement for the hero fountain pen was quite big back then, and the radio and newspapers went into battle at the same time. Not long after, the hero fountain pens in major shopping malls in Dongshen City were out of stock on a large scale.

The children of many families are proud of having a valuable high-end hero gold pen. Even Feng Rui's mother once went late and failed to buy it. It happened that some foreign relatives returned to China, so they brought two pens from the counter in Hong Kong at that time. Give him a gold pen.

There are more and more parents around, and the advertisements on TV at this time are far from being as indiscriminate as later generations. The round of intensive advertisements for Hero Pen left a deep impression on many people.

But after looking at it, some people also picked it up and looked around, but no one paid for it.

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and sneered: "You kid, you are doing speculative things! This time and again, the price will increase when you change hands. I think you are more courageous than a thief. Believe it or not, the police can arrest you! "

Qiu Mingquan looked at her with dark eyes, without saying a word.

It was the middle-aged man who spoke, with a gentle voice: "That's not what you said, big sister. 'Let some people get rich first' is what Comrade Xiaoping said three years ago. Invigorating the economy and circulation is a good thing, not a crime."

His tone was calm, but powerful, and he looked like a knowledgeable and cultural person. When he said that, the middle-aged woman was awkward, so she stopped talking.

It wasn't until a crisp bell rang that all the parents hurried away and rushed to their children's classrooms to start the parent-teacher meeting time.

Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the empty school gate, and asked in a low voice in his heart, "Why don't we lower the price when they adjourn later?"

"Don't drop a penny." Feng Rui said coldly, "Are you questioning my pricing strategy and business decision?"

Qiu Mingquan felt distressed: he still had a decisive strategy. If he didn't know, he thought it was a multi-million dollar business.

It's over, I'm afraid these pens will be completely smashed in my hands!

President Feng's voice became even colder: "A few million are nothing. The contracts I signed before were worth hundreds of millions. Besides, pricing decisions have nothing to do with tens of dollars or tens of millions. In the end, What affects the result is nothing more than the human heart. Do you understand?"

I don't understand... Qiu Mingquan answered silently in his heart.

"It's right if you don't understand." Feng Rui was about to say venomously, "So you can only work at a construction site", but for some reason, he paused and proudly changed his words, "If you don't understand, you have to learn, you know?" ?”