Chapter 47

"Grandma, Koizumi is a good seedling. It won't be a problem to get into a good university in the future. You have to train him well." Teacher Feng said sincerely.

Suddenly remembered something, she couldn't help but said to Grandma Qiu: "The child is so young, let him concentrate on his studies in the future, don't worry about other chores."

Grandma Qiu's lips trembled with joy, but she felt sad when she heard Teacher Feng's words: Yes, the family is poor, and the old couple have to go out to pick up garbage and sell money to make ends meet. At this time, most of the children from other families are enjoying the love of their parents So pampered, their family wants their children to take on a lot of housework early on.

Teacher Feng hesitated for a moment: "I heard that Koizumi is selling something, like a pen?"

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 "learning mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and not being 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, and 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 Koizumi'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 for no reason, and was taken aback: He just said a few words casually, and he didn't speak harshly. How did he 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!

As soon as he finished speaking, President Feng couldn't help but feel a little sad - since when did he get used to calling a few hundred yuan as "funds"!

"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 for boutique shopping malls, but to revitalize famous shopping malls such as the shopping mall and Guanhai shopping mall, and 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 at the counters across the country. Facing the advertisements of domestic high-quality gold pens spread across 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 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.