Chapter 79

Having earned so much in the past few days, he has always wanted to add something to his family, and he has been thinking about it for a long time.

"I want to buy more for my grandparents, okay?" Qiu Mingquan said excitedly.

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

After thinking about it, 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, this money belongs to you." He explained solemnly, "But since you asked me, I will of course do my best and 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 right now."

"En." Qiu Mingquan felt inexplicably at ease when he heard his steady voice.

For the first time, 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 frenzied 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."

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.

The real poor are always poor.

"Under my guidance, you can have huge wealth, money, beauties, real estate, and status that you would never have imagined in your previous life..." President Feng decided to make a quick decision, and started the temptation before the negotiation, "Let's just say it, What do you like?—anything."

Qiu Mingquan was in a daze and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that Qiu Mingquan didn't look excited at all, President Feng's elite brain was running fast, and he was a little suspicious.

Being so calm, he forced him to show all his trump cards in the final negotiation. Is this little migrant worker really stupid, or is he wise and stupid?

Ever since his soul was sucked in by this piece of heirloom jade, and inexplicably followed this poor migrant worker back to the past, he has tragically discovered something.

He can only perceive the world he perceives through Qiu Mingquan's consciousness, but if Qiu Mingquan throws it away, he will be locked up!

...It seems to be alive, but what is the difference between dead and dead? Even worse than death!

He, Feng Rui, was born with a golden spoon in his mouth all his life, with a superior IQ and a natural leader. In kindergarten, he was the king of the kids, in middle school he was the top student, he was the president of the student union for three years in a row, and he got a double master's degree abroad.

In such a life, he was flourishing and prosperous, but the heavens suddenly threw him into such a strange situation, no, he didn't believe in this fate!

In the past few days, he thought about it for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

The jade pendant handed down from the family has only been handed down to the eldest grandson. What I heard from the elders is that the pendant has an extraordinary origin and can ward off disasters for each owner and increase life three times.

When he was a child, he did get out of a car accident. If it was a one-time accident, then—could it be that he fell from a tall building, and now this jade has saved his soul, which is his second life?

He doesn't want it! What a day!

Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a long time, but finally shook his head: "I'll go to school first, I want to study."

"Listen!" Feng Rui gritted his teeth and yelled, knowing in his heart that he had been defeated, "Mr. Qiu, I want to formally make a deal with you."

Qiu Mingquan froze for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't make deals with you."

This ghost, who knows whether he wants to absorb energy or occupy his body.

"Listen to me first." Feng Rui was kind, and said in a soft voice that made his subordinates tearful in the past, "I think you can't deny that we were entangled and died together in the previous life, and now we are reborn together miraculously. Whether you like it or not, we both Some kind of inseparable relationship, and fate, has been established, right?"

"Ah... yes."

"Don't you think that fate is so entangled and bonds are so magical, and the lives of the two of us will definitely change because of this, and become full of unknown longings?" Feng Rui was persuasive, and he felt that this voice and tone , absolutely gorgeous.

I can't believe you're not shocked! He thought viciously in his heart.

Qiu Mingquan listened in a daze, and said for a while, "...you say it again? I didn't quite understand it."

After being silent for a while, Feng Rui spoke again: "Okay, I'll talk nicely—I mean, I'll help you get rich and kill people! But you have to promise to try your best to help me solve my problems, such as seeking A way to get out of trouble for the soul."

Then, he added weakly: "If you dare to leave me alone again, I will become a lonely ghost, and I will not let you go."

Qiu Mingquan took off the pendant in a daze, and put it in front of his eyes.

&&...%￥￥#! President Feng cursed a long list viciously in his heart.

He was going to die, this was the only negotiation he had fought and failed repeatedly in his life so far!

The winter sun is gentle, and the morning sun rises in the sky. A ray of rising sunlight shines from the east, and it is reflected on the pendant the size of a quail egg.

On a high-quality red rope, a delicate and complicated Pisces-shaped Chinese knot is tied. The hotan seed material is as solid as fat, delicate and crystal clear, exuding a layer of warm precious light.

However, there is a patch of green in the center of the white jade, like a jadeite with an excellent water head. The combination of two completely different jade qualities is beautiful and weird.

On the back, there is a deep layer of blood, which was soaked with the blood of the two of them when they fell to their death in the previous life. I don't know why, it seems to be printed in, deep into the texture of jade.

Qiu Mingquan stared at the jade pendant, feeling a battle between heaven and man.

There seemed to be some kind of magic in that thing, and there seemed to be some kind of danger that frightened him. After a long time, he spoke slowly.