Chapter 82

Sitting in the children's desks and chairs, a large group of parents looking forward to their children's success, some were full of energy, while others were ashen-faced and forced to smile.

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 impressively listed among the top three in the grade, he almost burst into a smile.

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 throbbed.

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 nonchalantly, "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 has taken off a few parents, they no longer suspect that in this era of shortage of supplies, these things can only be made by state-owned large 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?"