Chapter 100

He even suspected that if he spoke harshly again, this kid who was as calm as a devil might really stab his head hard while talking and laughing!

Feeling the burning heat that suddenly approached his temples, all his toughness disappeared without a trace, and the fear of death enveloped him, he kicked his legs suddenly and shouted: "Let go of me, I'm just kidding! ... I won't do it!" You, don't mess with your family either!"

His teeth were shaking, his whole body was tense and motionless, and he kept begging for mercy: "Really...I promise I won't trouble you again, put down the pliers, and talk if you have something to say..."

Qiu Mingquan didn't move.

He tilted his head, looked carefully at the cold sweat oozing from Wang Daquan's temples, and then at the suspicious stain on his crotch, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Listen, I know there is someone behind you." He whispered in Wang Daquan's ear, "I also know that the land here will increase in value."

Wang Daquan's eyes widened suddenly, and he squinted at him in horror.

The suburbs in this area may be undergoing large-scale construction and development. Experts are being invited everywhere, and a seminar will be held soon. It is not unusual for the people behind him to know, but how does a young boy in this impoverished greenhouse area know? ! ...

"I'll just say it once. If you make us homeless, I have a way to make you all die without a place to bury you." Qiu Mingquan sneered, then let go of his hand suddenly, and pushed Wang Daquan out heavily.

There was a slight wind in the back of his head, with treacherous ruthlessness, Qiu Mingquan's pupils shrank, and he turned his head suddenly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person hitting him with a wooden stick.

At this moment, Grandpa Qiu who was next to him suddenly let out a loud roar, his eyes were about to burst, he lifted a coal ball beside him, and smashed it viciously at that person's head!

The briquettes hit the man, hitting him with black soot all over his head and eyes. Wu Dagen next to him also gritted his teeth, randomly grabbed a few briquettes, and ruthlessly threw them at several people who rushed forward to help.

Qiu Mingquan seized this moment, leaned forward suddenly, and struck the attacker's calf with a pair of pokers.

Wearing cotton trousers in winter, but if you get close, you can still hear a sound like a bone crack, and then, the same wailing burst everyone's eardrums.

... Liu Dongfeng just felt a little confused.

Is it his eyesight, or a coincidence? These few shots were ups and downs. If he hadn't watched Ming Quan grow up since he was a child, he would have felt that he had met a well-trained soldier.

In an instant, three people were injured in a row, but he was unharmed?

Qiu Mingquan took a few steps back in silence, his small body protected the red-eyed, panting Grandpa Qiu behind him.

"Grandpa, leave it to me." He whispered softly, looking straight ahead like a bloodthirsty little beast, staring at those hooligans without blinking.

Wang Daquan got up covered in cold sweat, stumbled, turned around and ran out. Behind him, a few hooligans hurriedly helped up the two injured companions, and ran out like flying.

In the courtyard, the silence was finally broken. Aunt Wang was trembling, and pulled her husband Wu Dagen back, complaining in a low voice: "You are crazy! Hit those people?..."

Liu Qinhua also stood there dumbfounded, confused.

The hooligan leader said he would give her family a fair price, but... who would really like to move their family and leave the place where they have lived for many years?

Besides, according to the actions of these bullies, can my son really endure his temper to the end?

Sure enough, Liu Dongfeng gritted his teeth: "Mom, I'll report to the bureau!"

Liu Qinhua hesitated to speak, and smiled wryly: "We all went to the police station last time, but the policemen who received it were very embarrassed. This matter is a voluntary discussion, and the other party didn't really hurt anyone, but just harassed. They can't control it for the time being."

Liu Dongfeng said angrily: "I didn't do anything now, but if these hooligans really murder and set fire, wouldn't it be too late? I don't believe in this evil!"

Grandma Qiu was terrified. Hearing everyone's words, she pulled Qiu Mingquan over anxiously: "Xiaoquan... is there any injury? Show grandma!"

At this time, Qiu Mingquan had taken over his body again, recovered his obedience, and tightly held grandma's hand: "I'm fine at all!"

Grandpa Qiu stood silently on the side, his old hands trembling slightly.

Grandma Qiu was still terrified, and asked in a trembling voice: "Next time, don't act like that, in case you really hurt someone—"

Speaking of this, she suddenly got stuck—there was more than just hurting someone. Just now, the grandson pressed the red-hot poker to someone, and it has already seriously hurt someone.

Qiu Mingquan hugged grandma gently, seeing that the old man was not concussed like in his previous life, his heart was agitated.

"Grandma... I'm an adult now." He comforted sincerely, turned around, and also hugged the stiff grandpa, thinking of the old man's crazy appearance just now, he felt sad for a while.

CEO Feng Da successfully retired, satisfied: "What kind of scum comes, and it will be like today in the future, and beat back hard. The soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, and the hard ones are afraid of death. Have you heard of it?"

He said solemnly: "You can handle the following things yourself, remember to unite with the masses."

Qiu Mingquan turned his head, and said lightly to the neighbors who were chattering: "Those people will definitely not let it go, they will come back." He looked at the adults around him seriously, without the obsequiousness of children at all, and his expression was natural .

Everyone in the compound looked at each other, Liu Qinhua hurriedly asked: "Xiaoquan, what do you want to say?"

Qiu Mingquan was silent for a while. Although he was at the bottom of society in his previous life, how could he not know about the most basic changes in the city?

"Uncles and aunts, a few days ago, I overheard a few of them in the Yan Hotel saying that there will be some major construction here in the future, and the land will increase in value."

Everyone in the courtyard exclaimed, even people who don't understand economics know simple common sense: No wonder these local hooligans suddenly bullied them and forced them to sell their houses and land at a low price.

"Then how much is our house, this place... worth?" Aunt Wang looked at Qiu Mingquan with bright eyes.

Unknowingly, her disdain for Qiu Mingquan a moment ago has turned into deep awe. If this child is ruthless, if he can talk, why was he such a boring gourd before?

Qiu Mingquan raised his eyebrows and said honestly: "If this is true, it will be a big deal—this will be the new district of Dadongshen City in the future. It is not a dream for the house in our hands to appreciate ten times in value. In another ten years, it will appreciate a hundred times. It's not impossible."

"Hey, you still don't want to talk about such advanced words as the new district!" Feng Rui immediately reminded, "It's still too early for the real decision-making from above, so don't reveal your secrets."

Sure enough, everyone in the big yard was so shocked that they couldn't speak, and their minds were confused.

Liu Qinhua was speechless with suspicion: "Mingquan, you...don't talk nonsense?"

Ten times, a hundred times, what is this concept? !

Qiu Mingquan didn't explain anymore, but showed a puzzled expression: "Then why are these people trying to force us to sell the house?..."

At this moment, all the neighbors finally fell silent, and everyone's thoughts were eagerly moving.

What this little boy said made sense. These people who pounced on like bloodthirsty sharks couldn't be for no reason, right?

Thinking of the possible prospect, everyone's heart became hot, and someone slapped their thighs suddenly: "In this way, I have to fight them to death!"

At that time, the housing prices in the suburbs of Dongshen City were only a few hundred yuan per square meter. The total housing prices used to be tens of thousands of yuan, but now, it is very likely to be a huge amount of money. How can this be handed over in vain?

"That's right, let's unite and work together to not compromise with them!"

"If any house is bullied by them, let's go together. Helping others is helping ourselves! If we want to keep our house, we must not be afraid of trouble!"

President Feng looked at the enthusiastic neighbors, and commented casually: "Good job. At this time, in order to bind everyone to work together, we can only throw out information and point out the benefits."

——In this world, there is only an unbreakable alliance of interests that can become allies of its own.

Qiu Mingquan recalled how excited he was just now, and suddenly asked in his heart: "You...do you think beating someone like that is enjoyable?"

President Feng was silent for a while, thinking about it in his heart, and then smiled mysteriously after a while: "You don't understand."

It's more than fun, it's just so cool! ...

"By the way, if you have such a thing in the future, you can just leave it to me." CEO Feng Da said in a persuasive manner, "Just treat me as if you let me out every day. If I hold myself in the jade like this, I will easily become mentally unhealthy."

Qiu Mingquan was stunned for a moment: "Are you... very uncomfortable?"

"What do you think? I was so beautiful in my previous life, but now I don't even have a body left, only a remnant soul left. I can't eat or move. How is it different from a paraplegic old man?" President Feng carefully observed Qiu Mingquan He deliberately lowered his voice, adding rare sadness and depression.

Qiu Mingquan stopped talking, his heart was inexplicably sour. The corner of his mouth twitched a few times, then he suddenly reached out and touched the pendant on his chest lightly.

Feng Rui was stunned.

This idiot, is this an expression of comfort? Sure enough, he is a good person, soft-hearted, impulsive, easily brainwashed and moved.

... If he occupies his body for a long time, will he gradually increase his control, and finally simply occupy the magpie's nest? In those novels, what is said about seizing a house, I don’t know if it is practical.

Cold-blooded and greedy, President Feng began to fantasize, and almost laughed out loud at this wonderful prospect.

The coal stove in Qiu Mingquan's house was kicked, and the breakfast was scattered all over the floor. Several neighbors looked at each other, and they rushed to bring some breakfast to each other.

Hot porridge, snow-white steamed buns, and even three salted duck eggs that Liu Qinhua brought over. Qiu Mingquan didn't refuse too much, and brought a bunch of breakfast into the room.

He greeted his grandparents for dinner first, then he ran outside the door, washed his face and brushed his teeth with cold water.

Feng Rui looked around boredly, feeling really sad.

To be honest, when I came back from the wealthy class in my previous life, I felt a little dazed when I first saw the bottom of society in the late 1980s.

It's not that he doesn't know that there are extremely poor people in this world, but when he sees them alive, he is really shocked.

Two elderly people and one child live in such a small room of about ten square meters. There is a large flat bed in the farthest part of the room. The two elderly and one child sleep together. come out.

Beside the bed is a similarly dark and worn-out box and a chest of drawers. Near the door is a small wooden table for eating, which doubles as a place for Qiu Mingquan to do homework. Next to it are some cardboard boxes and plastic basins for washing. .

Apart from these, this family is empty and empty, and has no other possessions.

"There are only three people in your family?" Feng Rui looked at Qiu Mingquan washing his face and brushing his teeth, and asked strangely, "Where are your parents? Are you going to die soon?"

No way, so unlucky?

Qiu Mingquan spat toothpaste: "Well, I don't have parents."

"Jumped out of a rock?"

Qiu Mingquan's heart darkened. Although I have lived a new life, when it comes to this issue, I still have a slight pain in my heart.

He looked blankly at the toothpaste foam in the public pool: "I was picked up, abandoned baby."

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."