Chapter 88

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 grandpa'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 will 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 that in the following two or three years, the construction of the historic Pudong New District finally officially kicked off. It has nothing to do with them, which has caused many families to live in rented houses without a tile to shelter them from the wind and rain.

...And Grandpa Qiu's leg was abruptly broken by the person in front of him during the conflict a few months later, and he limped for the rest of his life, thanks to this person!

Qiu Mingquan will always remember that when he was only a teenager, he was pushed to the ground by these people, and he watched the thick wooden stick smash towards his grandfather's leg. ...

"They're here to buy the house by force, you bastard!" He gritted his teeth in his heart.

"What happened to this person?" Feng Rui asked suddenly.

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, and replied: "He bought a lot of houses and land, just in time for the development of the new district... Later he became the big boss of a real estate company, and it is said that he is very rich."

Feng Rui sneered from his nostrils: "Just right? You are really naive."

Everyone in the world knows that in April 1990, the Prime Minister announced the development and opening of the Pudong New Area in Dongshen City. However, anyone who has a little bit of news should know that the real time was the "Development Conference" held by the Dongshen City Government in May 1988. Pudong New Area International Symposium”!

But now, some ghosts and monsters have heard the wind and are ready to move, right?

But, a street bully, how could he know about these historic opportunities? Feng Rui fell into deep thought.

There was silence in the courtyard. ...

This bully is called Wang Daquan, and there are dozens of gangsters under his command. Last time he came, he made a grand request to buy all the houses here at a very cheap price, saying that his family wanted to set up a brick and tile factory. , is in need of this large piece of land.

Of course the residents are not willing. The little money he paid is not enough to buy half of the area elsewhere. If they really collect the money and move away, they will have to rent the house forever.

--If you have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, no matter how small or old it is, it is still your home, isn't it?

Liu Qinhua took the courage to speak first: "Brother Wang, we have discussed it, and we really can't sell the house. We are dragging our families, and it is not easy to move. Besides, the money is not enough..."

Wang Daquan looked at Liu Dongfeng who was glaring beside her with a half-smile, and walked over.

He arrogantly tapped Liu Dongfeng's shoulder: "I heard that you haven't become a regular yet, right? Come on, come hit me!"

The young men he brought burst into laughter: "Young police trainees? How scary! Hit us, and we will never fight back."

Liu Dongfeng's face was flushed red, his teeth were clenched, and he didn't say a word.

Yes, he has experienced the methods of these people before, and before he gets a taste of them, these hooligans can open a ladle for themselves, and then rush to the police station, falsely accusing the police of beating people!

For him who has not yet become a regular, if he encounters such a thing, his life will be ruined.

Wang Daquan pushed him away with a smile, and whispered to Liu Qinhua: "Sister-in-law, your son is amazing, and I don't want to provoke you. How about this, let's have a private chat later, and I will give you a better condition for your family. As for your son, just Don't meddle!"

Liu Qinhua hesitated for a while, and finally closed her mouth. She couldn't help but not be afraid of her son's work being involved.

Wang Daquan held the wooden stick, swayed left and right, and suddenly kicked up, smashing the pile of coal balls in Aunt Wang's house, and his eyes were full of hostility: "Take my words as deaf ears, right? I have worked so hard to borrow money. 100,000, the brick factory is waiting for this piece of land, you lions, this is killing me! Ah?!"

Wu Dagen rushed forward, trying to stop him, but was held back by his wife behind him.

Aunt Wang was so frightened that she winked again and again, and lowered her voice: "Don't mess with these people, I heard that they beat and disabled people before..."

Wang Daquan looked at the old and young in the compound with satisfaction and said, "Cutting people's wealth is like killing their parents. My surname Wang can put my words here today. Next time I come, I will bring a contract. Anyone who doesn't want to sign it will do so now." speak out."

"Brother Wang, we really have nowhere to go..." Someone begged, "The child is going to school here, where can we go? Brother Wang, please."

Wang Daquan reached out his hand coldly to grab the man who spoke, and lightly nodded him: "You don't want to do it, do you?"

The man bit his lip tightly, and bite the bullet: "Brother Wang, my family has been selling vegetables nearby. If we leave here, what will our family eat?"

Wang Daquan looked at him coldly: "Okay, I will remember you."

He suddenly loosened the man's collar, turned his head and smiled at Liu Dongfeng: "Comrade policeman, I'll save you, don't do anything today."

He turned his head, waved his hands, and sighed: "You don't care about the friendship of the villagers, and you insist on going against my brothers, then you have to be careful, don't come back late at night, and break your leg for no reason."

The naked threats in the words were ready to come out, and the expressions of all the people in the compound, old and young, were extremely ugly.

The notoriety of this Wang Daquan is not for ordinary petty crimes. There are vague rumors in the surrounding villages that he once killed people, and there are not a few people who were injured or maimed by him.

Wang Daquan snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Go!"

Passing by the door, he saw an old woman leaning against the door and looking straight at him, couldn't help feeling bored, and slapped her across the face: "Get lost, old woman!"

But just when the heavy slap was about to slap the old man's face, a small figure rushed over like a cannonball and hugged his waist!

This momentum was so powerful that he staggered back a few steps, and then he stopped, and when he took a closer look, he was meeting a pair of eyes that were black and clear, but burning with faint flames.

Qiu Mingquan only felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

He clearly remembered this scene many years ago!

This man raised his hand and slapped the back of grandma's head against the door panel, causing a huge swelling on the back of her head. At that time, grandma had been lying in bed for several days, dizzy and vomiting, but the family had no money, so she refused to go. The hospital, just endured it so hard.

Looking back now, it was at least a slight concussion!

"What do you want to do, hello?" President Feng said in surprise in his mind, "Are you planning to fight four or five by yourself when you rush over like this? Have you considered the consequences? Where's your brain?"

Qiu Mingquan firmly blocked Wang Daquan and did not answer Feng Rui's question.

He didn't know what would happen next, he only knew that he would not let this person hurt his relatives again if he tried his best. Thinking that soon, this person would bring a stick to the door and break Grandpa's leg, he suddenly felt a shuddering murderous intent.

Kill him, and die with him, just treat this coming life as a waste of time!

Wang Daquan was really confused. In a blink of an eye, the anger came out, and the big hands like iron pincers grabbed Qiu Qingquan's small wrist, and threw him to the side: "Little bastard!"

After all, Qiu Mingquan's body was still that of a skinny boy in his teens, so he was no match for this blow, his whole body fell out, and fell on the coal pile behind him, "cracking" the coal fell into a pile.

"Shall I come?!" President Feng's voice was full of joy and excitement, "You see, although you want to fight, your skills are not good enough! I have learned Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Wing Chun and free kickboxing!"

Qiu Mingquan: "..."

In the past few days, the two of them have roughly figured out the situation. The two of them connected with each other through the jade pendant. As long as Qiu Mingquan, the master, takes the initiative to relax, Feng Rui can easily control his body, which is commonly known as the upper body!

Grandma Qiu became anxious, and rushed forward tremblingly: "Xiaoquan!"

Before she could stand still, she was violently pulled aside, and a big foot flew up into the air, stepping on Qiu Mingquan who was on the ground: "You want to die, dare you touch our boss?!"

Just when the big foot was about to land, a strange scene happened.

The boy suddenly raised his head, and the sharp and cold wolf-like look in his eyes flashed away, as if he had suddenly changed his soul.

President Feng happily took control of a body that didn't belong to him!

As soon as he rolled his body flexibly, the big foot kicked in vain, and then a black poker swept over in an instant, hitting the man's ankle hard, making an ear-piercing muffled sound.

"Ahhh!" With a scream, the man hugged his feet and jumped up, howling endlessly.

Wang Daquan was taken aback, with a fierce look in his eyes, he picked up a small folding stool in the yard, and threw his head at the boy on the ground: even a child dared to challenge his authority, would he still be able to take this piece of land? ?

The folding stool roared down with the sound of the wind.

...The soil splashed, and the folded stool slammed down hard on the ground a few inches away from Qiu Mingquan. In a nick of time, for some reason, Qiu Mingquan dodged deftly and dodged again!

A fist that was not strong hit Wang Daquan's back arm like the wind, and the numbness in the middle made Wang Daquan feel his arm sore, and the folding stool could no longer be held firmly.

The iron poker came in a blink of an eye and hit him hard on the knee. Wang Daquan cried out in pain, his knee hurt so badly, he couldn't hold it any longer, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

As soon as the neck tightened, a foot stepped on his neck hard. When Qiu Mingquan exerted a little force, Wang Daquan felt it was difficult to breathe and his neck was in severe pain.

"Let go of Brother Wang!"

"Little bastard is crazy, looking for death?"...

Liu Dongfeng finally couldn't bear it and rushed out, blocked in front of a few minions, and roared: "Who dares to go up?!"

Wang Daquan was ashamed and angry. He had been rampant in the neighborhood for many years. Today, he was beaten by a child. Now that his neck was stepped on, his suffocation increased sharply when he moved a little, and he couldn't turn over.

"Little brat, believe it or not that I killed your family?" He spat out harsh words word by word, murderous intent aroused in his heart.

Qiu Mingquan didn't pay any attention, and stepped on him harder, causing him to roll his eyes, then raised his head to look at the stunned crowd.

"You all heard, it was he who said he wanted to kill my whole family." He said slowly.

At some point, he quietly inserted the iron tongs into the overturned coal stove beside him, the remaining flames inside were still there, and the sharp mouths of the iron tongs were already burning red.

Then, in front of everyone, he suddenly pressed the red-hot iron tongs on the back of Wang Daquan's hand! ...

The smell of burnt flesh and miserable screams resounded through the small courtyard.

Liu Dongfeng turned his head and froze on the spot in shock.

"Koizumi... you?" Isn't this child too cruel? I haven't found it all these years!

"Ahhh!" Wang Daquan was so burned that he lost his mind, he writhed frantically on the ground, "Boy, if you don't kill me today, I'll kill you!"

Everyone in the compound felt cold, and the eyes of the man on the ground were radiating terror. No one doubted the truth of his words. Why did this child, Ming Quan, suddenly seem to go crazy today?

Grandma Qiu was already scared out of her wits. The old man trembled his hands and wanted to pick up his things to help, but Qiu Mingquan suddenly raised his head and looked at Liu Dongfeng with firm and cold eyes.

Liu Dongfeng immediately understood what he meant, and turned around to stop the old man firmly: "Master, don't go over there, it will just cause trouble!"

The real actor, Feng Rui, felt relieved, this little police officer is quite smart.

When he looked at Wang Daquan next to him, his gaze turned to ice.

"Kill me? Okay." He said lightly, the iron tongs in his hand were removed from the back of Wang Daquan's hand, leaving a bloody mess, and then he stepped on Wang Daquan's neck and crushed it even more fiercely with his toes. He rolled his eyes in pain, his face turned purple.

The iron tongs were put into the burning fire again. After a while, the stained flesh on them was charred black, and the tip was red. In the cold winter air, it approached Wang Daquan's carotid artery.

"You killed me today, so many people are watching. Even if your master is willing to catch you, after that, you will have to flee to the end of the world and hide for a few years?" He lowered his body, staring at it with dark eyes. Wang Daquan.