Chapter 67

Sitting in the front seat of the car, Liu Shuyan shook her head with a wry smile. A boy in his teens is exactly the age who admires force.

She picked up the three pencil cases from her seat, handed them to Feng Rui and Xiang Cheng respectively, and smiled gently: "I finally got it, you two each have one. Xiang Cheng, bring another one for your sister, and you will be fine." Study hard."

The eyes of the two children lit up, and Xiang Cheng took it without any shyness, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Auntie."

These few days I went to this Lao Shizi English remedial class with Brother Rui, and I was so bored. If it wasn't for the fact that he could follow Brother Rui, he wouldn't be interested in coming.

However, among the students in the class, there were indeed quite a few of them showing off with this newly popular gold pen, and he was a little greedy looking at it.

"Mom, isn't it already out of stock?" Feng Rui took off the golden pen cap and examined it calmly, with a little adult look on his face with a little moodiness.

The introverted nib shape of the gold pen looks very comfortable. Unlike foreign famous pens, most of which expose the entire nib, which is domineering and flamboyant. Showing a little bit, I have to say, is very in line with Chinese aesthetics.

Liu Shuyan pointed backwards casually: "That kid just knocked on my car window and sold it to me."

Xiang Cheng was taken aback: "What, is that a small vendor? Then is this genuine product?"

He suddenly scratched his head again, and said embarrassedly: "Auntie, I am not saying that the gold pen is not good, I really like it!"

He happily compared his gold pen with Feng Rui's: "It's a pair!"

Feng Rui said indifferently: "For the time being, there will be no fakes of this kind of thing. Instead of thinking about making imitations, it's better to use the funds to fight for being a hero's agent now."

"Brother Rui, you are amazing." Xiang Cheng looked at him with admiration.

"He will talk about wars on paper." Liu Shuyan smiled reproachfully, "Look at that kid, he knows how to seize business opportunities at a young age, buy low and sell high."

Feng Rui said disapprovingly: "I'm talking about business. If you allow me to use my New Year's money account, I'll find someone to discuss the agency if I'm confident."

After thinking for a while, he said seriously, "This one won't lose money, and the probability of making a profit is almost 100%."

Liu Shuyan glanced at her son with a smile. Her husband's business is so big. She is also a girl who graduated from a prestigious school. Under her influence, she has a good judgment on business opportunities, and she naturally agrees with her son's views from the bottom of her heart.

But she agreed, and she still had a smile on her lips: "That can't be done, of course your task now is to study."

Xiang Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, and quietly asked Feng Rui, "Brother Rui, that little beggar just wanted to take your jade pendant, why did you help him hide it?"

Feng Rui said indifferently: "He just touched it, poor boy, he hasn't seen anything good."

He was playing with the gold pen absently, and couldn't help but feel a twitch in his heart. He turned his head and looked behind.

Not long after their car started, sure enough, the weird boy was still standing there, and as their crown car drove further and further, the motionless figure gradually turned into a small black spot.

He is watching them.

Although it was already so far apart, such thoughts floated up in Feng Rui's heart uncontrollably.

... The last ray of the setting sun faded quietly, and the temperature was extremely low in the evening of the cold winter months. But Qiu Mingquan shrugged his shoulders, feeling icy cold.

His eyes were full of the boy's face.

The CEO Feng who fell down the high building together with him led him to bump into him when he was young without warning.

But what about the original soul, why did it disappear without warning?

Is that jade pendant and the one in this time and space merged into one? Or did it mean that Feng Rui's remnant soul had found himself and returned to his original body? ...

There was a lonely, sour pain in his heart, and his thin and long fingers clutched his chest blankly.

Suddenly, he trembled all over, as if struck by lightning!

"What's going on? What happened just now?" A familiar voice sounded, confused and innocent.

Qiu Mingquan suddenly lowered his head, looked at the pendant that reappeared on his chest quietly exuding the brilliance of beautiful jade, and took a few wild breaths!

"You, you..." He stammered, he didn't know whether it was because he was excited, or because he was choked by the cold air, "Where were you just now! How did you come out now?!"

"How do I know." The adult version of President Feng was obviously very confused and anxious.

When he saw the Crown car in his memory from a distance, he was conscious. At that time, his heartbeat missed half a beat.

It was a new Japanese crown that his family had just replaced in 1988. In my memory, every evening, my mother would ask the driver to come here at this time, waiting for him and his childhood Xiangcheng.

At that time, the two of them were attending a private foreign teacher's English class together. At this time, they would come out almost together and go home by car.

Until the car window was slowly rolled down, he looked at his young mother, his heart was shaking, but soon, there was a bang, and he lost any sense.

It's like sinking in some kind of time void, without light or sound, unable to make a sound, unable to feel the passage of time, and completely lost contact with Qiu Mingquan. ...

Fortunately, this situation didn't last for too long, and before he knew it, he returned to his original state, but he was completely unaware of anything that happened during this period!

Qiu Mingquan felt like he was listening to heavenly scriptures, he just felt that his brain was not enough, and Feng Rui's madness was not much better than him.

Jade disappeared out of thin air, and now reappeared completely without warning? ...What the hell is going on!

After questioning the details just now, Feng Rui finally guessed: "Let's speculate on the time, when I lost consciousness, it should be when I appeared near you when I was a child."

Qiu Mingquan thought for a while: "Yes, when I was talking to your mother, you were walking from a distance."

"So, the only possibility is that my soul, who has traveled back, cannot coexist with my childhood self." Feng Rui pondered.

After a pause, he denied again: "We already exist at the same time. Actually, we shouldn't be able to appear in close spaces."

Qiu Mingquan listened in a daze: "Huh?"

Feng Rui has slowly sorted out the context: "In this time and space, I probably only recognize the young me - after all, his existence conforms to the laws of time and space."

Qiu Mingquan thought about it, and had to admit that it made sense.

Feng Rui smiled wryly: "I've been thinking hard, since I've come back and didn't occupy my own body, then what is the relationship between the young me in this world and me?"

This is a paradox.

It should be this ancestral jade pendant that can accommodate the existence of this paradox. A magic weapon of space, a treasure box of time? Portable space? ...

But no matter what, he couldn't go back to his body!

Once it coincides with his own living space when he was a child, his remnant soul from the future will automatically disappear, like a lonely ghost who deserves to be suppressed.

All of a sudden, President Feng actually developed a feeling of jealousy towards his past self.

These days, what he secretly thinks about is that he can meet his past self again, maybe the two will merge into one, and live a new life just like this lucky Qiu Mingquan.

That's why he secretly lured Qiu Mingquan to come here, and didn't even dare to tell him in advance.

But now, all hopes have come to naught, and the facts gave him a plausible but maddening answer.

If the young self lived his life, and he could only survive in this imprisoned state of wandering soul, what's the point of such a life?

Qiu Mingquan couldn't hear Feng Rui's voice for a long time, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

He nervously held the jade pendant on his chest, ah, it's still there.

Feng Rui said weakly: "Don't touch me, I can only be with you in my life."

His previous life must have been too smooth, so he lost all his blessings for the rest of his life. So from now on, I can only feel at ease as the personal nanny and assistant minister of this stupid little migrant worker.

When Qiu Mingquan returned to his bed in seventy or eighty years, he would have no choice but to go to the crematorium with him. ...

President Feng who had just finished being jealous of himself began to feel sorry for himself again.

It might as well be a thunderbolt and split this piece of jade, maybe he can be reincarnated earlier - he thought resentfully.

Just when he was thinking this way, Qiu Mingquan suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, it was fine just now, why...?"

The wind suddenly picked up, and the sky was still clear during the day, but suddenly dark clouds covered the sky, and it was pitch black.

A silvery-white lightning flashed like an angry dragon, flashing through the sky, winding down like antlers and dead branches, and slashing straight in front of them! A big tree ahead was struck by lightning, and a thick branch snapped and fell off.

Mr. President, who was still complaining just now, suddenly shut up.

Damn...he had countless mudslide-like curses pouring out of his heart.

Don't say anything. Saying too much is also tears!

In this world where the immortality of the soul, reincarnation, and distortion of time and space can all happen, he now has no doubt that if he complains a few words to the sky, the sky will unceremoniously strike him with a lightning strike.

——He doesn't, wants to, die!

Even if it's just a remnant soul, he still wants to live!

...

On the seat by the window, the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly. Hearing that his youngest daughter's name was listed among the top three in the grade, his smile almost overflowed.

His own child was so worry-free, not only did he have good grades, but he also wrote beautiful handwriting. For a moment, his heart was filled with tenderness, and when he looked at the back of the shadowy boy outside the school gate, his heart thumped.

Buy, buy, buy, after school later, let’s bring back a surprise for my daughter! ...

It was winter in January, and the temperature was extremely cold. Qiu Mingquan stood in the winter sun at the school gate and licked his chapped lips.

The old man in the reception room brought a glass of boiled water and waved to him: "Come on baby, drink some hot water, don't freeze."

Qiu Mingquan ran over gratefully, took the old man's big enamel cup, and drank half a jar of warm boiling water with a "gudu gudu": "Thank you, grandpa!"

"Your pen, can you sell it?" The old man chatted with him intermittently, "Golden pen, is the tip really made of gold?"

Qiu Mingquan smiled shyly: "The point on the nib is made of K gold. It's really 14K gold. The workmanship is amazing."

The old man laughed haha: "You are amazing. A pen is worth my family's food money for several days. Why do you dare to sell this, little baby?"

Qiu Mingquan raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, then smiled: "I'll try too."

At this moment, some parents began to come out of some classrooms. Qiu Mingquan quickly put down the enamel jar, and quickly ran to the school gate. He stood upright and looked anxiously at the crowd that filed out.

"Put away your puppy-like eyes." Feng Rui said angrily, "You give me the look of 'buy it if you love it, and leave if you don't buy it', be strong! Do you understand being strong?"

"Oh." Qiu Mingquan straightened his back, and at a glance he saw the middle-aged woman who said he was speculative coming over.

She bent down and picked up a hero 100 gold pen, and asked unwillingly: "Little brother, I didn't say that it's too black-hearted—your pen costs six yuan at most, so I'll take one. "

Qiu Mingquan firmly clung to the death limit set by Feng Rui: "Auntie, it really can't be done. I'll pay eight yuan back, and I still have round-trip ticket money."

A lesbian with a milder appearance next to him was calculating the fare and meals for the round trip in the city center, and looked at Qiu Mingquan's little face flushed by the cold wind, and his heart softened: "Okay, I'll buy one for eight yuan. All right."

She shook her head, took out her wallet and counted out ten yuan: "I bought it for my son, which color is better?"

Qiu Mingquan was overwhelmed with surprise, and while looking for change, he followed President Feng's instructions and said, "Auntie, why don't you take this golden pen cap. With a golden crown, in the past, it was worthy of the number one prize!"

"Oh, you kid can really talk." The lesbian picked up the classic gold pen with a golden cap with a smile, drew a few lines on the homework book provided by Qiu Mingquan, and put it in the exquisite pen case with satisfaction.

At this moment of the transaction, Qiu Mingquan was already surrounded by many parents.

The advertisement for the hero gold pen has just started to be launched intensively in the past two days, and many people are quite envious of this expensive 14K iridium gold pen.

Seeing that the lesbian placed the first order, some people became envious. What's more, at this point in time when you just finished the parent meeting and learned about your child's good grades?

"I want a full silver pen body, I think it's very atmospheric." Someone picked up another pen and rubbed it for a while, and was finally seduced by the good design and exquisite nib, and paid for it I bought one.

The sun is very strong, the north wind is very cold, happiness comes too suddenly.

Qiu Mingquan suddenly became a little dizzy, and only remembered Feng Rui's "never lower the price" limit in his mind. After a while, seven of the eight hero 100 gold pens were bought!

Suddenly, almost at the same time, two people grabbed the last pen and said, "I want this one!"

As soon as Qiu Mingquan raised his head, the two who were fighting were the middle-aged man with glasses, and the woman who said he was black-hearted. The woman had been waiting to see if Qiu Mingquan could lower the price, but she didn't expect that it would be sold out in a blink of an eye, and she immediately became anxious.

"I want it!" The middle-aged woman forcefully pulled the gold pen case into her hand, ready to pay.

The man's expression was also anxious: "Oh, little brother, sell it to me!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at the two, slowly picked up the pen case, and handed it to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, here you are."

The middle-aged woman was displeased, and raised her eyebrows: "Why, I said it first!"

Qiu Mingquan said indifferently: "No, this uncle is the first one to ask the price today."

Wei Qingyuan let out a long sigh of relief, and quickly took out his wallet, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

He took out all the money and looked embarrassed: "Look, little brother, I didn't want to bargain, I really came to hold a parent-teacher meeting, and I didn't bring much money with me."

Sure enough, there was only one five yuan in the whole wallet, a few ten-dollar bills, and a few steel coins.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman immediately regained her spirits: "I have, I have, and I have money."

She flauntingly took out a ten-yuan bill, and stuffed it into Qiu Qingquan's hand: "Here you are!"

Qiu Mingquan ignored her, reached out to take all the money in the man's hand, and handed over the last hero iridium 100: "Uncle, here it is."

The middle-aged woman yelled sharply: "You are crazy! He only has more than six yuan!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at the middle-aged woman, and said slowly, "Yes, but I'm willing to buy it for a thousand dollars."

He turned his head and looked at Wei Qingyuan sincerely: "Uncle, thank you."

"no need thank me?"

Qiu Mingquan said sincerely: "The market economy is a good thing. Right, uncle?"

Wei Qingyuan held the pencil case blankly, full of shock.

He didn't expect that the child would be willing to sell him at a low price, but what he didn't expect was what the child just said!

"Market economy is a good thing."

This is a simple sentence, how many people around you dare to say it, or how many people understand the real truth?

He graduated from Dongshen City University of Finance and Economics. After graduation, he worked in the Central Audit Office. He has worked for more than ten years. Now he has just been transferred to Dongshen City to perform his duties. At the same time with doubts.

How could this teenage child say such words casually!

Wei Qingyuan tentatively proposed: "How about, at this time tomorrow, you come here, and I will bring you money to replenish it."

"No, I won't come tomorrow." Qiu Mingquan smiled obediently, his little face flushed.

After all, he is still a child, Wei Qingyuan thought in confusion. I probably heard that sentence on the radio, so I remember it?

At this moment, a burly man bent down, wearing a huge gold ring on his finger, and nodded the last two remaining pen cases: "Is this the expensive one? - 50 Golden Eagles ?”

"Yes, yes, the big leader is visiting and giving the Soviet Union a national gift!" Qiu Mingquan couldn't care about Wei Qingyuan anymore, his eyes fell on the thick gold chain around the man's neck, and his heart beat faster.

The man nodded proudly: "Wrap both of them up for me."

...

Lying on the only bed at home, Qiu Mingquan remained motionless. The grandparents around me were tired after going out all day, and they were already snoring.

The weather was very cold, and the quilts the three of them were covering together were not thick enough to keep them warm.

But his brain was burning hot!

"Mr. Feng..." Qiu Mingquan's mind was filled with handfuls of change in the schoolbag under the bed.

The ten gold pens were sold out, which was a full profit of thirty-nine taels compared to the purchase price in the morning!

He had already put the passbook back, but in Qiu Mingquan's old schoolbag, there was already more than one hundred and twenty yuan in it!

With a principal of more than 80 yuan, in one day, it is close to 40 yuan in profit!

All the gold pens were sold out, and the last two most expensive 50 gold carving hero gift pens brought him a profit of 20 yuan at once.

In his previous life when he died, this number was of course shabby.

However, this was 1988 in the previous life!

Even for employees of state-owned enterprises who are envied by everyone, the per capita monthly salary in Dongshen City at this time is only more than one hundred yuan. Yuan net profit is almost a month's income from picking up waste, but now, Qiu Mingquan earns it in a day!

"Don't get excited, it's a small profit." President Feng's voice was laziness, with a trace of imperceptible complacency, "I have to go to the city again tomorrow to buy goods, don't you want to rest early?"

Rest, where can I sleep?

Qiu Mingquan's heart was beating thumpingly, and the last parent-teacher meeting recorded in the notebook was six days later. In other words, such a good thing with a profit margin of up to 45% can last for a total of seven days, a whole week!

A terrifying number jumped out instantly under Qiu Mingquan's mental calculation.

"How is it a small profit!" He exclaimed excitedly in his heart, "The profit is 45%, seven times in a row. 1172 yuan!"

He felt that he could hardly breathe: "Selling for seven days in a row, with a principal of more than 80 yuan, you can earn 1,100 yuan, right?"

Feng Rui said triumphantly: "So this is called compound interest, do you understand compound interest? Remember it! The first knowledge point."

But suddenly, he was silent again: "How can you count so fast?"

"Is it fast? It's a good deal!"

Feng Rui asked suspiciously: "You've been calculating this all the way?"

"No, just now."

President Feng Da suddenly asked: "What is the prescription of 158?"

about? "Qiu Mingquan almost blurted out, feeling a little apprehensive after he finished speaking, then sneaked out of bed to find the calculator in his schoolbag, and pressed it under the moonlight outside the window: "It's about the same. "

Feng Rui looked at the numbers displayed on the calculator and fell silent for a while. The answer is the outskirts of Dongshen City in 1990. This is a dilapidated shantytown where the poor gather. Not far away is the edge of the city, and a little further away is the old railway.