Chapter 104

Li Ermao nodded repeatedly and said: "If you really risk your life, you will have to be shot."

Wang Daquan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he looked around, but he specifically touched the eaves of a house and poured more gasoline.

That was exactly the Qiu Mingquan's house that he found out on purpose.

Squinting his eyes, Wang Daquan took out a lighter, lit it on the leeward side, and threw it into a winding gasoline line under his feet.

The flames ignited and burned into a thread of fire in an instant. Wang Daquan watched coldly, clutching the back of his burned hand, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

Forget about the others, that wolf-like brat, let their house be burned tonight, it’s best to burn him to death! For a moment, the evil thoughts in his heart rose sharply.

Just as several people were proudly watching the flames getting bigger and bigger, suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly passed behind them at the same time.

Wang Daquan turned around in astonishment, and saw two figures in the night, one big and one small, holding a thick stick in their hands, and they were about to hit their heads with a heavy blow. The two Li Damao brothers said "Ouch" at the same time, and fell to the ground with a bang!

Oops, ambushed!

A voice shouted violently: "Bastard, go to hell! I told you to set fire to people!"

The crisp boy's voice exploded in the quiet night at the same time: "Everyone, get up, someone set the fire, come and put out the fire!..."

The courtyard suddenly exploded, lights were turned on in countless rooms, and the owner of the house who was close had already seen the fire, and rushed out in his clothes: "Fire and fire! Get water!"

Brothers Li Damao and Li Ermao were beaten to the ground and screamed. Wang Daquan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing that the formation was wrong, he was terrified and ran away.

Liu Dongfeng and Qiu Mingquan put the two of them down, turned around and chased after Wang Daquan who was fleeing. It was getting dark and impatient, Wang Daquan tripped over something unexpectedly, and suddenly fell like a dog gnawing shit.

The fire just started over there, and was quickly extinguished by everyone who heard the sound. Now seeing the murderer, the neighbors hated each other very much, and they were so courageous that they shouted together: "Kill them! He is going to kill him!" Our lives!"

Wang Daquan turned over and sat up in embarrassment. Seeing that several young and middle-aged men had already rushed forward, he was overwhelmed, and suddenly raised the remaining half barrel of gasoline in his hand, and threw it in the face towards the chasing crowd!

"Hula la", a smoky smell, the people who chased them were caught off guard and were doused in gasoline.

Wang Daquan roared hoarsely: "Don't come over, I will burn anyone who comes over!"

With a sound of "噗", he grinned grinningly, and suddenly lit the lighter in his hand, and in the dark night, a cluster of faint flames ignited.

Qiu Mingquan chased at the front, stopped suddenly, and stretched out his hand to block behind him: "Everyone, don't move!"

Liu Dongfeng roared coldly: "Hurry up and put down the lighter! Surrender honestly!"

"Let me go, or you will be burned to death!" Wang Daquan yelled frantically.

Qiu Mingquan walked forward step by step. He was small and thin, and looked harmless, but in Wang Daquan's eyes, his calm face under the firelight produced a chill out of thin air.

It's him again! This wolf cub of the Qiu family, a lifeless little devil!

"Don't come here!" He waved the lighter in horror, the mouth of the gasoline barrel he just threw away was tilted, and the remaining gasoline poured out silently, flowing into a stream under his feet. He was extremely nervous, but Unaware.

"Xiaoquan, don't go there, it's dangerous!" Liu Dongfeng yelled anxiously, ignoring the gasoline on his body, and was about to rush forward, but Qiu Mingquan turned around and stopped him sharply.

"Don't come here, I don't have gasoline on me, so I'm not afraid of him." He whispered, his eyes were serious, and Liu Dongfeng was shocked in place.

Qiu Mingquan walked five or six steps in front of Wang Daquan, looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You want to burn my house."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Wang Daquan suppressed the panic in his heart, and grinned grimly: "So what? You are lucky if you didn't burn the three of you to death!"

Qiu Mingquan's body had just changed, and President Feng sighed softly: "I'll give you one last chance to catch you without a fight. If not—"

He half raised his head, his gaze seemed to be looking at a dead person: "You have no choice but to die."

The faint fire light behind him reflected his indifferent eyes, the vicissitudes in his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, Wang Daquan suddenly shuddered, his mind buzzed, and he threw the lighter in his hand at Qiu Mingquan!

Burn him, he's a ghost! …I don’t know why, Wang Daquan thought in horror.

The child on the opposite side dodged lightly amidst the screams of panic.

The lighter whirled and landed near him.

The fire suddenly ignited, and it even rushed towards Wang Daquan along the winding oil line on the ground!

——The leaked gasoline line ignited when it encountered an open flame, and instantly wrapped Wang Daquan. In the terrified eyes of everyone, he instantly became a ball of fire, and his miserable cries resounded through the night sky in this winter night. ...

"I really didn't expect it... I really didn't expect it." In a certain real estate company, Mr. Zhou lowered his voice into the phone in the closed office, "I was discovered by the poor ghosts in that shanty town when I set the fire. , not only put out the fire, but all those who set it on fire were arrested.”

On the other end of the phone, the voice was gentle and elegant, without any disturbance: "I heard that the one who took the lead was burned into a blackened gourd?"

Mr. Zhou, who reported the report, came down: "Yes, Wang Daquan was seriously injured. I'm afraid that if he gets involved with me..."

"Don't worry, that person shouldn't be able to survive after being burnt like that." The person on the phone said calmly, as if he didn't mind.

"That's good, that's good!" Mr. Zhou felt relieved, "Don't worry, the other two don't even know about our existence."

After a long while on the phone, he said calmly: "Us?..."

Mr. Zhou was shocked in his heart. In the cold winter months, his forehead was almost sweating, and he hurriedly said: "No! Don't worry! No matter what, this matter will not expand any further!"

The person on the other side of the phone seemed to ponder for a while before speaking again: "I'm preparing a newly registered real estate company for you. Next, don't use those shady methods anymore, just come forward in your name and buy it directly. .”

After thinking about it, it seemed that he was afraid that he would not understand, so he warned again: "Speak skillfully, deter and suppress, don't let go of the subject, don't I need to teach you sentence by sentence?"

"Of course." Mr. Zhou said flatteringly, "Don't worry, it will be done this time!"

...In a spacious office somewhere, a middle-aged man slowly put down the phone with no expression on his face.

He tapped his fingers on the table slowly a few times before he picked up the thermos cup and took a sip slowly. The tea is excellent, even in winter, it has a very dense fragrance of high-quality tea.

Then, he picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

"Director Fei, I heard that how many criminals were arrested in your place yesterday? Those who were burned?" A cold light flashed behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and he said meaningfully, "This kind of scum is really disgusting. In fact, he is still alive. It is the irresponsibility of society, especially the kind that takes the lead, right?"

...

The chaos of last night has passed, and when I woke up in the morning, the whole compound was full of jubilation

Among the several arsonists who were turned over to the police station overnight, one was the notorious Wang Daquan, who suffered serious burns——this vicious bully took the lead. Now that he has all gone in, what are you afraid of?

"Koizumi, is your house okay? Do you want us to give you a hand and help you renovate it?" Enthusiastic neighbors yelled in the yard early in the morning.

"It's okay, no need." Qiu Mingquan smiled, the fire was extinguished last night in time, the back window of his house was only slightly blackened, it was nothing serious.

The neighbors who were talking just stopped, when Aunt Wang suddenly ran over and handed over a few big meat buns coyly: "Xiaoquan, this is steamed by my aunt yesterday, at your age, you need some meat!"

Liu Qinhua laughed out loud with a "puchi" and said, "Oh, the sun is coming out from the west."

Qiu Mingquan took the big meat buns with good-natured laughter, handed one to each of his grandparents, and said "thank you" shyly.

Liu Dongfeng went to the police station overnight last night, and has not come back until now. The big victory against the hooligans last night dispelled the haze in everyone's hearts, and the whole compound was full of joy.

Grandpa and grandma went out after dinner with big bags of trash on their backs. Only then did Qiu Mingquan get into the hut according to the plan he had made long ago.

The passbook for opening an account in grandpa's name is in the quilt under the bed. Immediately afterwards, he opened the shoe box and found the cash change inside.

The fixed deposit is only 60 yuan, and the cash is more than 20 yuan. The total deposit is 80 yuan. This is the entire property of this poor family.

In this era when the average monthly salary of employees in state-owned enterprises is one or two hundred yuan, most families are struggling, and it is common to borrow a few yuan for emergency at the end of the month. Two old scavengers collected rubbish every day and then sold them. Their income was only enough to feed their family of three, and there was no way to save any extra money.

Ever since he learned of all the savings of this family, President Feng has been extremely depressed, and swears in extreme pain: "The accumulation of primitive capital for the poor is really fucking difficult!"

Holding the passbook and those crumpled banknotes, Qiu Mingquan suddenly panicked.

"Can it really make money?" After all, he has no business experience. "What if I lose money? Will no one buy it?"

"Are you questioning me? Questioning the world you lived in in your previous life, the president of Shenchu ​​Group with tens of billions of assets? Questioning the business genius who has appeared in "Fortune"?" Feng Rui said with a smirk.

"No la……"

"If I'm reborn and know all the important economic events, I, Feng Rui, will still lose money, so why don't you take a stone and smash my jade pendant into powder?"

Qiu Mingquan stopped talking embarrassingly.

With his bag on his back, he took a half-hourly bus along the suburban road. After more than an hour, he finally stood on the bustling Nanjing Road.

Although he has been living in the bustling Dongshen City in later generations, his life trajectory does not overlap with these exquisite shopping malls.

There is no image of them in memory.

"Go along this way, and you'll be there when you see the Tibet intersection." Feng Rui pointed, looking very familiar.

Sure enough, after walking for a short while, Qiu Mingquan saw the intersection marked Tibet Road. On that side, there was a magnificent and brand-new shopping mall with shiny glass in front of it.

"Dongshen Boutique Commercial Building" flashed in bold bold characters.

Fortunately, I remember correctly, Feng Rui quietly let out a sigh of relief.

He comes from a wealthy family, and the whole family were frequent visitors to famous shopping malls at that time. In his memory, "Zhenxing Shopping Mall", "Guanhai Shopping Mall", "Boutique Commercial Building" and "Chuangxing Shopping Mall" were all places he used to visit when he was a child. .

In the beginning, it was also the location of Donghai leather goods store, Renli clothing store and Caizhizhai food store.

It was not until the beginning of 1988 that the People's Government of Huangpu District decided to demolish these stores and relocate them to other places, and established Dongshen Boutique Commercial Building here.

"Before going in, get enough money first." President Feng said to Qiu Mingquan.

Qiu Mingquan looked around, and sure enough, there would be no shortage of banks next to the mall. Not far from the intersection, there is a small business department of Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.

He ran in and handed over the regular passbook and grandpa's ID card from the high counter. At this time, there was no computer, no magnetic stripe, so there was no password.

The clerk at the counter looked at him carefully, counted six ten-yuan bills, and paid him half a year's current interest.

Finally, I wrote the deposit and withdrawal number on the passbook by hand, and then stamped the private seal and the official seal of the counter.

This was at the end of the 1980s when China’s inflation was relatively serious. The interest rate of the three-year time deposit was 8.28%. If the time deposit was withdrawn in advance, it would cost a considerable amount of interest!

Standing in the lobby of the boutique shopping mall, Qiu Mingquan was a little dizzy.

Compared with those super shopping malls in the later generations, this small three-story building looked extremely shabby, but he still daunted most of the commodities sold here, and he couldn't afford it at all!

On the small radio at the door, a sweet female voice introduced the new commercial building over and over again.

"Dear customers, we are trying our best to provide you with the best service and shopping experience during the trial opening period.

"The boutique commercial building is a modern large-scale commercial enterprise with a construction area of ​​7,500 square meters, a business area of ​​4,000 square meters, and a total of 3 floors.

"Mainly engaged in medium and high-end commodities, including daily necessities, clothing, shoes and hats, household appliances, gold and silver jewelry, leather bags, clocks and other 16 categories of nearly 20,000 kinds of commodities, most of which are domestic and foreign famous, special, Excellent, new product..."

Feng Rui smiled slightly: "Go to the third floor and go straight to the high-end stationery counter."

Qiu Mingquan let out an "oh", and glanced at the glass counters on the first floor. There were a wide variety of products inside, including brightly colored women's clothing, shiny men's leather shoes, and sharp high-end suits...

Going up the stairs to the third floor, he finally saw a counter in the northwest corner under Feng Rui's guidance.

Under the exquisite glass counter, rows of beautiful fountain pens lie quietly in black velvet boxes, only a few samples have their caps opened, deliberately revealing golden iridium nibs.

Under the sunlight, those 14K gold nibs shine brightly, exuding the pride of history and time.

The four bold big-character trademarks of "Hero Pen" are engraved on the side of the counter, which looks extraordinarily high-end and domineering.

Wang Juan, a salesperson at the stationery counter in the boutique shopping mall, has been depressed these days.

Not long after the mall was newly opened, the leadership was unanimous. Next to the original Parker pen and Montblanc counters, a special counter was opened for local hero pens, saying that it wanted to support domestic high-quality goods.

But this business has always been tepid. Look, this has been in trial operation for more than ten days, and the entire hero gold pen counter has not sold a few.

It’s not surprising that Chinese people either buy cheap fountain pens worth a few yuan each as writing instruments, or buy those high-end foreign gold pens as gifts. The positioning of domestic gold pens with a slightly higher price is really embarrassing.

It is not as expensive as those high-end foreign products, but it is enough for a working family to pay for food for several days. How can ordinary people be willing to buy it?

She was sitting at the counter, looking lazily at the boy lying on his stomach in front of the glass cabinet, running to look at the pen alone, and looking at it for so long.

It looks like there is no money.

The boy finally raised his head, his dark eyes were a little shy and nervous, and he said to her, "Auntie, can you show me this pen?"

The driver sitting in the front seat suddenly let out a "huh", turned his head curiously, narrowed his eyes and looked at the gold pen in Qiu Mingquan's hand.

"Madam, it's this kind of box. I went to a few big shopping malls a few days ago, and they all said they were out of stock."

Liu Shuyan was a little surprised, reached out to take the gold pencil case in Qiu Mingquan's hand, and opened it.

That's right, on the body of the beautiful golden pen, the golden eagle with wings spreads proudly, and the hero logo is clearly engraved on the top, showing good workmanship and quality control.

I wanted to buy gold pens for my son and the two children of the Xiang family, so I asked the driver to go around, but it was too late.

But why did it happen to be such a coincidence today that someone came to sell it?

Noticing her surprise, Qiu Mingquan hastily explained: "Auntie, I just took advantage of the winter vacation to sell some stationery to lighten the burden on the family. I guarantee that this gold pen is genuine, and I just bought it from a boutique mall."

Liu Shuyan looked at his worn-out coat and the frayed cuffs, and suddenly felt amazed. Seeing the child's well-behaved appearance and clear voice, she couldn't help feeling overwhelmed with maternal love.