Chapter 99

Yo, does this kid have a good eye, or is it just a coincidence?

As soon as it came up, I picked the national gift pen that Commissioner Jiang visited the Soviet Union, and the model Hero 100 with the best reputation among the hero gold pens?

Qiu Mingquan seriously raised two exquisite pens to his eyes, in fact to confirm to Feng Rui: "Is it this one?"

"That's right, ask about the price." Feng Rui said lightly.

Wang Juan smiled reservedly: "Children, this Hero 100 fountain pen is 6.4 yuan, you can try it with ink. But this gold carving high iridium pen comes in a gift box, you can't dip it in ink, and it costs 18 yuan each. "

"Oh." The boy paused and asked accurately, "I want to buy two golden eagles and eight heroes for 100. The total is eighty-seven yuan, right?"

"What? You want so much?" Wang Juan was startled and looked at him suspiciously.

"Yes." Qiu Mingquan nodded, carefully took out the money he just took out from his pocket, and spread it out on the counter.

"You count it, here is eighty-eight yuan."

Wang Juan was overjoyed, quickly picked up the abacus on one side, and typed a few times: "Oh my little friend, you are right! It is eighty-seven yuan!"

She hurriedly opened the small cabinet at the back, took out all the pens that Qiu Mingquan had named to buy, and brought out the corresponding high-end gift pen cases, found a newspaper graciously, and wrapped ten velvet pen cases together.

"Thank you, auntie." Qiu Mingquan obediently bowed to her, extremely polite.

Wang Juan counted the money happily, stretched out her hand and pulled an iron clip over her head, clamped all the counted money on the clip, and then stretched out her hand, the iron clip flew away from the wire above her head with the money. Accounting Cashier Office.

Soon, the cashier on this floor who was sitting on the high stool finished counting, issued an invoice, found a few dimes, and immediately passed the money back along the wire.

Looking at the back of Qiu Mingquan's departure, Wang Juan was very happy in her heart: ——This early in the morning, I have done a few days of turnover!

Holding the pen that I bought in exchange for everything, it was almost eleven o'clock. Qiu Mingquan found a small food stall under the bridge opposite the boutique shopping mall, bought a bowl of tofu flower and hurriedly filled his stomach, then started to catch the return bus and headed out of the city.

There were not many people in the car, so he carefully took out the small notebook and looked at the time and date recorded on it: Zhenghong Elementary School, Parents' Meeting, January 10th, is today.

The road was bumpy, and when it was almost one or two o'clock in the afternoon, he finally arrived at Zhenghong Primary School.

It was the appointed time for the parent-teacher meeting, and a large number of parents came to the gate in twos and threes. Most of them walked, and some rode bicycles. The grand scene of piles of cars blocking the school gate in later generations was not seen at this time.

Qiu Mingquan stood alone at the school gate, and suddenly his face turned red. In later generations, he was doing physical work, doing business and shouting, and he had never done it at all.

Feng Rui waited for a long time, then said helplessly: "If you don't move, are you going to throw all the 80 yuan principal into your hands!"

"Will...or, you come to my body?"

President Feng Da was furious: "You have a good idea! The most I can do is hack people up for you, and you still want me to help you work?"

Qiu Mingquan gritted his teeth, and finally ran to the most conspicuous place at the school gate, put his schoolbag on the ground, and put all the beautiful pen cases on it.

Several parents walked past him and looked at the ground in surprise, and someone let out a "Huh".

Different from the cheap pens in ordinary stationery stores, these pens all come in very exquisite black velvet boxes. If you look closely, the body of the pens is also very beautiful.

Some are engraved with golden carving patterns, some are silver pen caps with maroon pen bodies, and some are all silver, all lined up in the sun, shining dazzlingly.

"Look at it. Hero Gold Pen, this is the latest nib made of 14K gold, and it is the best-selling model!" Qiu Mingquan mustered up his courage, and said to the two or three parents who were looking down.

Although the voice is not loud, but I recited it several times on the way here, and it is not too stuttering.

One of the middle-aged men had a gentle face, pushing black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Oh, I heard an advertisement on the radio this morning, saying that Commissioner Jiang was going abroad to give a hero pen as a gift."

Qiu Mingquan nodded excitedly, and quickly picked up the only two 50-type gold carving high-iridium pens: "Yes, uncle, you know what you have, this is it!"

"Oh!" The parents who were about to walk away stopped curiously, looking at the glittering golden pen in his hand, their hearts were moved.

The middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses smiled: "Little brother, why do you have so many pens?"

Qiu Mingquan bit the bullet and said: "Uncle and aunt, buy a fountain pen for your children as a reward. Hero fountain pens are fashionable now, and gold pens will soon be in short supply."

Hey, such a young child is actually a businessman?

Several parents were all taken aback.

Not long after that special period, buying and selling, and doing business for profit, even in Dongshen City, where the financial awareness is relatively advanced, are still rare.

The vast majority of people are still proud of working in state-owned enterprises, and there are not many who are willing to go to sea, let alone such a young child?

"Where did you get this money from?" Someone asked suspiciously.

Under Feng Rui's guidance, Qiu Mingquan was already prepared, and quickly took out the invoice issued in the morning and shook it, revealing the official seal of the boutique shopping mall: "Uncle, I just bought the goods from the big shopping mall this morning. Look, it's guaranteed to be genuine."

Several parents no longer doubt that in this era of material shortage, these things can only be made by state-owned 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?"

"Don't drop a penny." Feng Rui said coldly, "Are you questioning my pricing strategy and business decision?"

Qiu Mingquan felt distressed: he still had a decisive strategy. If he didn't know, he thought it was a multi-million dollar business.

It's over, I'm afraid these pens will be completely smashed in my hands!

President Feng's voice became even colder: "A few million are nothing. The contracts I signed before were worth hundreds of millions. Besides, pricing decisions have nothing to do with tens of dollars or tens of millions. In the end, What affects the result is nothing more than the human heart. Do you understand?"

I don't understand... Qiu Mingquan answered silently in his heart.

"It's right if you don't understand." Feng Rui was about to say venomously, "So you can only work at a construction site", but for some reason, he paused and proudly changed his words, "If you don't understand, you have to learn, you know?" ?”

...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?"