Chapter 96

Qiu Mingquan sat alone in the last row, silently looking out the window. Outside the window are shadowy trees and snowflakes that are getting bigger and bigger.

The old quilted jacket that didn't fit him was empty, and the bowl of delicious wontons had already been digested and disappeared.

He was supposed to be cold and hungry, but Qiu Mingquan was surprisingly peaceful in his heart. Touching that piece of jade, he only felt warm in his chest, as if a fire was burning vigorously.

And President Feng, who always liked to give orders, did not know what he thought of, and was also silent.

Through Qiu Mingquan's eyes, he saw a pair of clear and somewhat lonely eyes on the glass of the car window.

Feng Rui's heart skipped a beat. He's... scared.

He was afraid of his leaving, as if he was afraid that he would leave him.

At this moment, Mr. President, who was cold-hearted and full of calculations, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and a feeling of being dependent on each other surfaced.

"Go to sleep, I'll call you when you get there." Feng Rui said in a rare and gentle way.

Qiu Mingquan gave a "hmm" and leaned half of his face against the glass.

In a daze, with the cold glass against his face, Qiu Mingquan suddenly stood up straight and sat upright on the seat!

The boy who punched him hard! ... Those beautiful but fierce phoenix eyes are as beautiful as a girl's face!

A memory fragment flashed through Qiu Mingquan's mind, and he was extremely shocked: "The boy who was with you... is, is it?"

It was the man who was entangled with Feng Rui on the rooftop in the previous life!

In the hospital, he appeared in front of Qiu Mingquan as he cried and begged the doctor.

——Yes, it was him! After that face grew up, it also didn't change much, and the brows and eyebrows were vaguely recognizable!

"You finally remembered?" Feng Rui said calmly, "That's right, it's him."

What happened between Feng Rui and that man back then, after rebirth, Feng Rui didn't talk about it, and Qiu Mingquan was even more embarrassed to gossip and ask questions.

But today, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Who is that person? Did you become enemies with him later?" Qiu Mingquan asked falteringly, and added at the end, "Why did he want to kill you?"

"What nonsense?" Feng Rui asked in surprise, "Why kill me?"

"I... I didn't hear the cause and effect clearly." Qiu Mingquan scratched his hair, "Didn't he push you down?"

"Don't worry, no one pushes me. And it has nothing to do with you." Feng Rui said coldly.

Qiu Mingquan was choked, and muttered angrily for a while: "Why didn't you have anything to do with me? I died because of you two, and he punched me today!"

He reached out and touched his cheek, and sure enough, it was still swollen, and there was still a clot of blood in his nasal cavity.

Just when Qiu Mingquan thought he was determined not to speak, Feng Rui said slowly, with a tired voice: "His name is Xiang Cheng, and my Fa Xiao is the child of our best friend. We have lived together since we were young, and we are next door. Neighbor."

After a pause, he continued: "Xiang Shibo's family has only one daughter. There was a boy in the early years, but he died. Xiang Cheng is the adoptive son adopted by Uncle Xiang."

"Ah... like me, adopted?"

Feng Rui sneered indifferently: "Ha, the same as you? He's much luckier than you."

Qiu Mingquan fell silent. Also, how can I compare myself to being adopted into such a good family?

"Uncle Xiang worked in the police force. When he was young, he was on the front line of anti-drugs and had a very good comrade-in-arms. At that time, drugs had just started to breed in big cities, and many anti-drug policemen lacked experience in protecting their own families. Once they arrested a drug gang Afterwards, those remnants jumped over the wall in a desperate attempt to retaliate and hijacked Uncle Xiang's wife and newborn child."

"Ah!..." Qiu Mingquan exclaimed.

"In order to rescue the hostages, that comrade-in-arms fought desperately with several drug dealers. He went deep into the tiger's den and died alone." Feng Rui's voice was heavy, "Uncle Xiang's wife was rescued, but the newborn son was killed by a mad drug dealer." son killed."

Qiu Mingquan listened in a daze, feeling sore in his heart, not knowing why he felt unusually uncomfortable.

How painful should it be for a mother who sees her child die in front of her eyes? ...

"That comrade-in-arms and Uncle Xiang were originally close friends, and he died because of this incident. Of course, Uncle Xiang is obliged to take care of him and send a lot of living expenses to orphans and widows every year. But when the mayor Xiang was three or four years old, , His mother suddenly fell ill and passed away."

"Ah, it's really pitiful..." Qiu Mingquan sighed.

"As soon as Uncle Xiang heard about this, he immediately rushed to the countryside, brought out the orphan of the martyr, and formally went through the adoption procedures." Feng Rui narrated calmly.

"Xiang Cheng just became a member of the Xiang family. My mother and Mrs. Xiang are handkerchief handkerchiefs, so we have played together since childhood." Feng Rui's voice became softer and softer, falling into the memories of his childhood, a little vaguely sad .

"Well, then Xiangcheng and you have a good relationship." Qiu Mingquan suddenly realized.

Feng Rui smiled wryly, but didn't speak.

Yes, when he was young, his relationship was so good that he always regarded Xiang Cheng as his younger brother and buddy, but he never noticed Xiang Cheng's strange thoughts and infatuation.

"I'll call you brother, but you're not my real brother!" Xiang Cheng roared in his mind, his eyes were full of despair and sadness.

"Then, why did you fall out because of?" In the ear, Qiu Mingquan's words completely brought Feng Rui back from his memories.

Feng Rui said in a downcast manner: "Among us... it's a matter of feelings."

"Ah! You guys like the same woman?" Qiu Mingquan blurted out.

As for emotional matters, two big men ran to the rooftop to quarrel in the middle of the night. Besides women, what else could they do?

...Feng Rui said angrily: "Shut up! Your brain is just going back and forth like this!"

All the way back to the suburbs, it was already around seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

Close to the countryside, the path leading here is still muddy, and it will inevitably be muddy when it rains and snows.

Qiu Mingquan walked into the courtyard step by step, passing by the door of Liu Qinhua's house, she saw her, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull Qiu Mingquan into the house, and dusted off the snowflakes on his body: "Look at this suit, hurry up and warm yourself by the fire .”

Qiu Mingquan's face was wiped dry by the fluffy and soft towel, and his heart felt warm.

In the previous life, their family had been living in this slum area, but they were forcibly evicted by Wang Daquan's gang, and they sold the house at a low price before being separated from Liu Qinhua's family.

Qiu Mingquan clearly remembered that in his previous life, when the family was in the most difficult situation and urgently needed money to save their lives, his grandparents once asked Liu Qinhua and his wife to borrow a sum of money. Although it was not much, it was also a rare warmth in times of crisis.

He raised his head and smiled gratefully at Liu Qinhua: "Aunt Liu, thank you."

"Why are you being polite to your aunt!" Liu Qinhua patted his head with a cheerful smile, and dragged him to her own coal stove, where she was drying the half-wet cotton coat, "Have you eaten yet?"

Liu Dongfeng just came back from the outside, dressed in a policeman's winter uniform, he smiled when he saw Qiu Mingquan, but his face was a bit worried.

He casually took a big white steamed bun, and opened a bottle of Hu Yumei brand bean paste: "Come on, Koizumi, eat some."

Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a moment, and then took it. It was time to grow his body, and he was really hungry after running outside for a day.

He broke off the steamed buns and dipped them in bean paste, chewing them sweetly: "Thank you, Brother Dongfeng!"

Liu Dongfeng smiled honestly, opened the door curtain, and entered the back room.

Liu Qinhua waited for him to eat the steamed buns, saw that his clothes were almost dry, and forced him back on the barber chair: "Come on, I told you to shave your head a long time ago, look how the hair has grown!"

Qiu Mingquan's family was extremely poor. When he was a child, it was Grandma Qiu who cut his hair. It was always like a dog gnawed on him. Liu Qinhua looked uncomfortable. Later, when Qiu Mingquan went to school, she forced Qiu Mingquan to cut his hair. She didn't have a haircut for several years. Penny.

Liu Qinhua's craftsmanship is actually very good. There is often the latest issue of "Popular Film" and other fashionable magazines at home. In Liu Qinhua's hands, the hairstyles of the female movie stars on it can often be figured out very quickly. Daughters-in-law, some even come several miles away for a haircut, and every Chinese New Year holiday, women who come to have their hair permed have to queue up.

Qiu Mingquan sat on the chair and obediently let her go. At this moment, Liu Qinhua noticed the injury on his face.

"Oh, are you fighting outside again? You monkeys, you can't let the adults worry! You said your grandparents saw it when they went back, so don't be angry?" She scolded angrily, holding a huge pair of scissors With a "click", strands of soft black hair fell out.

"No, I don't take the initiative to hit people." Qiu Mingquan defended in a low voice.

At this moment, the words of Liu Dongfeng from the back room came out faintly.

"The leader said... there are too few places for regularization this time, and I don't have my share."

Father Liu's voice was a bit depressed: "You have been working for more than half a year. Didn't you say that you became a full-time employee in three months? Are you lazy in doing things and making the boss unhappy?"

Liu Dongfeng said aggrievedly: "No, the old film policemen in the area all praised me for being very diligent. The one who became a regular this time is a relative of the leader's family."

The back room was stuffy and there was no sound.

"Why don't we send something for the Spring Festival?"

"Don't send dad off. They said that the leaders of our bureau don't like small things, and the watches they wear are all plum blossoms. Yuanyuan is going to school, which is the time to spend money."...

Liu Qinhua behind her was also silent, and Qiu Mingquan asked in a low voice for a while, "Aunt Liu, what's the matter with Brother Dongfeng's work?"

Liu Qinhua smiled wryly: "It's nothing."

...Qiu Mingquan frowned and said nothing.

The small lights in the room were on, and it was as dim as ever.

Qiu Mingquan pushed open the door, and was about to say "I'm back", but was taken aback.

In the poor hut, two old men were sitting numbly, and when they heard his voice, they raised their heads together. Grandma Qiu looked at him: "Xiaoquan, come here."

When Qiu Mingquan stood beside the bed anxiously, she pointed to the passbook spread out on the bed: "This...what's going on here?"

Qiu Mingquan's scalp felt numb at a glance.

It's over, the passbook at home!

"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!"