Chapter 131

——These people, holding their ID cards in their hands, stood in a long line early in the morning in the bitter cold wind, just to buy the stocks of this factory?

Liu Dongfeng looked suspiciously at the brand-new signboard at the entrance of the factory. The words "Dongshen Vacuum Electronic Devices Co., Ltd.", with golden background and black block letters, seemed to be newly replaced.

"Xiao Liu! Come here and help me buy a bowl of hot soy milk." In a steamed stuffed bun shop at the gate of the factory, his colleague Zhang Jun gnawed on a huge meat bun and spoke arrogantly.

He is a few years older than Liu Dongfeng, and he is not a serious graduate of the police academy, but this time he is becoming a full-time official, and he blatantly snatches the quota that should belong to Liu Dongfeng.

There is no other reason, it is a moderately related household. No, it hasn't been a few days since I transferred, and these days, when facing Liu Dongfeng, it is obvious that I am not polite.

Liu Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, had no choice but to turn around and leave the team, and walked towards the breakfast shop at the end of the street.

——No way, everyone in the team knew that the director of the police station was Zhang Jun’s second uncle.

Qiu Mingquan didn't notice that Liu Dongfeng was here, beside him, an old man and a middle-aged man were behind the line, and the length of the line was still increasing.

"Master, are you a family member of the employees of this factory?" The middle-aged man started chatting with the old man as he was idle and bored.

"My nephew is a worker in the factory. When his family bought it last year, there was no computer at all, and all the registrations were manually handwritten. The sale of these hundreds of thousands of shares was 1,450 paper shares. Each sheet has a denomination of 100 yuan, the pattern is clear, and it seems that it still exudes the fragrance of ink that has just left the printing factory.

A middle-aged woman in the first place took out 1,000 yuan, was the first to buy ten stocks, and left happily.

The second and third ones, seeing someone walking out with a thick stack of stocks with a smile on their face, the people in the queue at the back became anxious, and more and more people began to shout: "Will it be sold out?! Can't call one People buy that much, right?"

"That's right, there must be restrictions! We went early in the morning, and it was too cold. Could it be possible to ask everyone to go back empty-handed?"

When Liu Dongfeng ran back with a cup of soy milk, what he saw was that when the crowd became more and more chaotic, the originally straight line became chaotic, and many people began to try to squeeze forward.

He felt a "thump" in his heart. Oops, when he arrived, the captain specially told him to keep an eye on the law and order here. Zhang Jun had no experience, so don't call any abnormal situation on the scene.

Especially when there are many people, the thieves running around know that everyone here has a lot of cash on them, which is especially dangerous!

He rushed over in two or three steps, and shouted eagerly at Zhang Jun at the door of the steamed stuffed bun shop: "Brother Zhang, let's go and maintain order, don't cause trouble!"

Zhang Jun gave him an annoyed look: "What a fuss, what problems can happen to hundreds of people, you just have to keep an eye on it."

He took Liu Dongfeng's soy milk, and retreated to the stove next to the steamed stuffed bun shop, crossing his legs.

What a sense of responsibility for a young man outside the establishment! This damn weather is so cold!

Liu Dongfeng gritted his teeth, turned around and ran to the factory gate alone.

The situation was not right, the crowd crowded in front of the door became more and more anxious, the noisy voices echoed to the sky, and there seemed to be a few suspicious-looking people in the crowd!

Qiu Mingquan was at the front of the queue, and now he could see that something was wrong, so he managed not to be squeezed out by the crowd by virtue of his dexterity.

After finally getting in line in front of him, he was about to stretch out the money, when an aunt next to him suddenly squeezed up, grabbed the front without any politeness, and slapped a stack of banknotes on the financial staff's desk: "I'll buy five thousand yuan! "

"Don't jump in line! That woman, be more conscious!" The people behind were anxious.

"That's right, don't stop!"

Feng Rui was also anxious: "Why are you so useless? Push her away!"

Qiu Mingquan hesitated: "I... I can't do it, why don't you come?"

"Are you kidding me! I never beat women, let alone such old women." President Feng Yizheng flatly refused.

Just as the two were giving way, the woman quickly bought the stocks and left with a happy face.

Qiu Mingquan hurriedly squeezed his way up, and completed the registration and purchase process. Except for some spare money, the remaining two thousand yuan was exchanged for twenty 100-yuan vacuum electronic stocks, and he squeezed out of the crowd with great effort.

In the winter, I almost squeezed out a sweat.

He saw the steamed stuffed bun shop next to him at a glance, and ran over quickly, and was about to buy two meat buns to pad his stomach, when suddenly, he heard the fat woman's sharp voice screaming: "Ah! My money, my wallet was stolen! "

Qiu Mingquan looked up in surprise, and saw a figure as vigorous as flying, running towards the side of the crowd: "Don't run!"

A small man wearing a hat suddenly ran wildly, and the young policeman behind him chased after him, and the direction of the two of them was running towards this side.

A few steps away from the steamed stuffed bun shop, the young man behind was hungry and threw the thief in front of him on the ground: "Don't run! Follow me back to the police station!"

Feng Rui suddenly asked curiously: "Isn't this person your neighbor?"

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback for a moment, but after a closer look, he really was Brother Dongfeng!

At this moment, suddenly the thief on the ground flipped his wrist, flashed a gleaming knife from the padded coat, and stabbed Liu Dongfeng in the face.

Liu Dongfeng was caught off guard. Unexpectedly, the gangster was carrying a knife. When he dodged hard, the knife drew a bloodstain on the side of his neck. Immediately, bright red blood gushed out!

The little man's eyes were blood red, and he waved the knife again and again: "Go to hell!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly exclaimed, the knife was shining coldly, the blood on Liu Dongfeng's body was scary, and several people hesitated to step forward for a while, but Liu Dongfeng was in a hurry, this gangster was extremely crazy and fierce, and he couldn't hurt innocent people!

"Everyone, don't come here, the gangsters have knives! Brother Zhang, come and help!..." He shouted while holding back the pain.

In the steamed stuffed bun shop, Zhang Jun, who was crossing his legs and warming himself by the fire, stood up abruptly, and then sat down frightened.

Liu Dongfeng, that unlucky boy, don't be dying, there is so much blood on his body!

no no. No...he can't go up, what if he gets stabbed too? His feet trembled slightly as if they were nailed to the ground.

Qiu Mingquan looked at the young man in police uniform beside him, and frowned: "Uncle policeman?"

Zhang Jun met his clear gaze, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "Little bastard, get out of here!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at him in surprise, stood up abruptly, and picked up the kitchen knife used for chopping meat at the bun shop.

As soon as Zhang Jun raised his head, he saw the strangely calm eyes of the child in front of him, and shrank back in fright. What the hell is that look!

"Hey, it's all about our own business, why do you care about this nosy business?" In the corner of consciousness, President Feng asked in surprise, "Isn't there a police here? Why are you joining in the fun?!"

"Brother Dongfeng is in danger, why not go up!" Qiu Mingquan shouted anxiously, wanting to rush over, Feng Rui hurriedly pointed out, "Sneak attack, idiot! Don't rush!"

Liu Dongfeng struggled desperately with the gangster. He was injured at the beginning, but now his disadvantages began to appear. He only felt that his arms were getting heavier and heavier. Unexpectedly, the gangster broke free from his shackles, stood up, and ran forward with all his might. .

Seeing that gangster was about to run away, something flew out of the steamed stuffed bun shop by the side of the road unexpectedly!

The heavy chopping board was hitting the gangster's forehead, causing him to stagger, his head sank, and before he could stand still, a small figure was like a deer, like a shooting star. Although his hands trembled a little, he still mustered up his courage. Brightly slashed down with a knife! ...

Amidst the exclamation, the gangster screamed, and the sharp kitchen knife cut through the winter cotton-padded clothes, directly cutting his arm!

When the warm sun is rising in winter, it emits a warm golden light on the bare treetops.

The soaring blood spattered three feet, the boy turned his back to the rising sun, his firm but weak figure was like a standing pine tree.

Trembling, Zhang Jun poked his head out of the steamed stuffed bun shop, looked at the gangster who was staggering and struggling, and still wanted to escape, hesitated for a moment, and retreated into the shop.

Liu Dongfeng had already arrived, and when he saw Qiu Mingquan, he exclaimed, "Why are you!"

After yelling, there was no time to say hello, so he quickly kicked the gangster's knife with his sharp eyes and kicked away. At this time, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop also woke up, and quickly found the rope for tying the pig from the back hall. Tie up tightly.

The gangster was right under everyone's feet, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit hard on the ankle of Qiu Mingquan who was closest to him!

Qiu Mingquan was small, and the cotton trousers he was wearing didn't fit well, and a short section of the trousers was exposed. Even though he was through the socks, he was bitten painfully.

Qiu Mingquan hurriedly slapped it down, and then he let go of the gangster, but when the man raised his head, there was an obvious scar on his face, but his eyes were full of hatred and cruelty.

"Little bastard, you are ruthless. When I come out, I will kill your whole family!"

The onlookers were startled: ordinary thieves were arrested for stealing money, and rarely stabbed people with knives. Now that they are arrested, they are still so vicious!

"How dare you threaten revenge? Pretend to be afraid and kill him!" The cunning CEO Feng wanted to stand by and watch just now, but now he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Seeing Qiu Mingquan hesitate, he couldn't help being anxious, "Oh, get out of the way, I'm the one to do it." Bar!"

The people next to him felt that the child seemed to be frightened. They froze for a moment, then suddenly yelled with a trembling voice, and the kitchen knife in his hand dropped in a hurry!

The kitchen knife was used by the bun shop owner to chop meat for a long time, and it was extremely sharp. This time it fell, it happened to be unbiased, and the blade fell straight down to the gangster's hand.

With a more miserable scream, several fingers were broken from the middle, and blood flew straight.

The child seemed to be even more frightened, and staggered and fell to the ground.

The top-up CEO Feng quietly approached the gangster on the ground, the corner of his mouth curled up ironically, and he was no longer panicked: "The last one who said he wanted to kill my whole family has already been burned to black coals—who do you think you are?" what?"

...

Qiu Mingquan blushed, and asked in a low voice: "I want to ask, when is the end-of-term parent meeting in your school?"

The girl looked at him suspiciously, and seeing that he was not tall but handsome, she replied casually, "What are you doing in three days?"

Qiu Mingquan bowed sincerely: "Thank you."

Turning around and leaving the school gate, he took out a small notebook that he carried with him, and wrote down a line of small words in it: "Jianxin Middle School, parents' meeting on January 13th."

After a few days, Qiu Mingquan's small notebook has densely arranged the specific dates of parent-teacher meetings of more than a dozen nearby primary and secondary schools.

One week after the exam is over, it is time for all primary and secondary schools to hold parent-teacher meetings.

"Okay, hurry up and go to the city tomorrow." Feng Rui said decisively, "Bring your passbook and money."

Qiu Mingquan stayed there for a long time before expecting Ai Ai: "Are you really going to steal money from the family?"

"What is stealing?" Feng Rui said bitterly, "Take your own money to make more money, how can you call it stealing?!"

He thought that if he lived a new life, there would be opportunities to make a fortune everywhere, but being tied to this super poor man, he had to recognize the reality.

Where does the principal come from?

It is now 1988, which is a relatively vacuum period in the securities and stock market. Four years ago, Feilo Audio, the first stock in Shanghai, was just issued; It was the first of its kind to set up agency stock trading business.

On the first day of opening, the entire Jing'an branch only sold more than 1,000 shares of Feilo Acoustics and Yanzhong Industrial as an agent, with a turnover of only 50,000 yuan.

- The market is too small!

Even if you buy and sell these stocks, you need to have a cost ranging from a few thousand. For the Feng family at this time, this amount of money is just drizzle, but for a poor class like Qiu Mingquan, it is definitely an astronomical figure.

Alright, alright, let him, Feng Rui, take this little migrant worker and try to truly start from scratch!

After inquiring about several schools, it was already evening when I got home.

It gets dark early in winter, when Qiu Mingquan stepped into the compound, he thought the house was closed, but he saw bright lights at a glance.

Almost all the doors of the houses were open, and many neighbors gathered in the courtyard. Qiu Mingquan even saw the hunchbacked figures of his grandparents in the crowd.

"What's the matter?" A bad premonition suddenly floated in his heart, and he quickly ran a few steps closer, just in time to see Wu Dagen, a strong neighbor, whose face was covered in blood among the crowd, and his wife, Aunt Wang, was wiping it for him.

"Let's go to the health center to fix it." Aunt Wang's eyes were red, and she couldn't help complaining sharply, "You have to stand out! Last time you beat those people, who are you looking for now?"

Grandma Qiu hugged her grandson in her arms, tears welled up in her cloudy old eyes: "Why did you come back so late, I thought you too... scared us to death!"

Grandpa Qiu remained silent, his tightly clenched fists finally relaxed a bit. Just now when Wu Dagen came back after being beaten with a sap outside, the hearts of the old couple were suspended.

Speaking of revenge, last time this kid Ming Quan forged a death feud with those people!

Qiu Mingquan hugged his grandma comfortingly before he stood up and said succinctly: "Was beaten by those people?"

The last time Wu Dagen stepped forward in person and hit a man on the head with a coal ball, helping him block the fatal blow, but today he was even retaliated against.

Wu Dagen waved his hand: "It's nothing."

Aunt Wang screamed, "It's all right? What's wrong with being stabbed!"

She turned her head to look at Qiu Mingquan, and muttered: "When I came back from get off work, I was blocked by some strange hooligans on the road, with a wine bottle on my head, and kicked on my body several times."

Wu Dagen hesitated for a moment, and said in a muffled voice, "They even said that everyone in our compound should be careful."

The neighbors gathered around him all looked ugly, Liu Qinhua interjected worriedly: "I heard that the shanty town on the west side of the road suddenly caught fire last night, although no one was killed, but several houses were burned, early this morning , Wang Daquan and his gang took people there, and said to the burnt families: You burned such a broken house, 500 yuan per level, if you don’t sell it, it might only be worth 300 yuan next time .”

Liu Dongfeng was so angry that he slammed his fist on the door: "Why didn't anyone catch them bastards!"

Liu Qin gave his son a blank look: "What evidence is there? The arsonist was not caught on the spot."

One of the neighbors had an expression of shock and resentment on his face: "I also heard that before they left, they told the residents in that area that the fire is the most ruthless thing, and maybe they will burn people to death next time? Over there Many of them are scared, and they are discussing to make a price and negotiate with them."

Qiu Mingquan smiled lightly on the side.

Liu Qinhua looked at him immediately: "Xiaoquan, what do you say?"

All the neighbors also looked at it together. After what happened that day, who can see this little doll as a real child again?

Qiu Mingquan said lightly: "The harder they do it, the greater the interests behind it, and it also means that what I heard that day is true."

The neighbors were silent.

Everyone knows this truth, but now that the door has been knocked on, will they be forced to sell it at a low price after the house is burned down?

"Everyone, uncles and aunts. Our teacher said that in this world, there is no benefit that can be obtained without giving." Qiu Mingquan showed a naive expression, "Either we should actively deal with it and defend our home, or we can discuss things like those people. The unreconciled low price will be robbed by them."

On one side, Grandpa Qiu suddenly looked up at Qiu Mingquan, with a strange emotion in his eyes.

At this moment, Feng Rui, who was really in control of Qiu Mingquan's body, didn't notice it, his eyes sparkled, and he looked around at everyone: "If you're afraid, then start looking for a house and move out as soon as possible tomorrow. It's pointless to pretend to be an ostrich."

Aunt Wang put her mind to one side: "How do you deal with it actively?"

Qiu Mingquan smiled: "First, from tomorrow onwards, everyone will go out and go home together, don't leave alone; second, borrow a few big wolf dogs from relatives in the countryside, and guard the house at night; If any house is really beaten or burned, we will pay for the medical bills and share the rebuilding costs together, so don’t let the hard-nosed people feel cold.”

He spoke clearly, concisely and to the point, and what he said was feasible, everyone was moved when they heard it.

"As long as everyone puts all their energy into one place, there's nothing really hard to get through." Qiu Mingquan said softly, his voice seemed to have a kind of magical power, "Those people also use money to do things, and they won't really come to their lives when they encounter difficulties. "

Liu Dongfeng nodded sharply, and said loudly: "Mingquan is right! I don't believe that evil can win good!"

Soon, other families also loudly supported: "I think it can be done. I will borrow a dog tomorrow. The rhubarb from my brother's house can understand human nature!"

"Okay, we are a group of several families, going out and going in together, each group is matched with a few old men, I don't believe in broad daylight, they dare to kill people!"

The atmosphere became lively, Liu Qinhua smiled at the corner of her mouth, ran home, and when she came out, she snapped out a ten-yuan bill: "Mingquan is right, if anyone's family is injured because of this incident, the medical expenses will be paid together! "

"That's right, Angkor was beaten because of all of us, so we can't make him suffer!" Five-yuan and ten-yuan banknotes gathered together.

Qiu Mingquan straightened out the money with a smile, and handed it to Aunt Wang: "Auntie, the money is for Uncle Wu to see a doctor."

Aunt Wang was stunned for a moment. Looking at the stack of banknotes, and then at Qiu Mingquan's clear eyes, his lips trembled for a long time, but he didn't speak.

... in the dead of night.

People in the compound went back to their houses, turned off the lights and went to bed.

Qiu Mingquan and his grandparents slept side by side on the bed, but Grandpa Qiu tossed and turned, suddenly turned sideways in the dark night, stared at his grandson for a while, then turned around again, and snored after a long time.

Qiu Mingquan pretended to be asleep, and began to discuss with Feng Rui in his heart.

"That's all I can do now, but you, hurry up and get something to defend yourself." Feng Rui pondered.

That hooligan Wang Daquan was frightened last time and suffered a big loss. It is unknown whether he will really retreat or will be unwilling.

"What are you doing?" Qiu Mingquan also became nervous.

"A dagger with a blood groove, a triangular-scratch-knife, a spring-jump-knife, anything is fine." President Feng seemed very excited, "In fact, throwing a stick is the most practical, but it is not as deterrent as a knife."

"...Will it be too cruel?" Qiu Mingquan smiled wryly.

Feng Rui snorted coldly: "You have a weak body, if you don't make your weapon harder, you will die if you are preemptively attacked."

After thinking for a while, he said coldly again: "People don't offend me, I don't offend others, so there is no need to show mercy to criminals!"

Qiu Mingquan said "Oh", and the upper eyelids began to fight with the lower eyelids. Suddenly, Feng Rui let out a low cry: "Get up, wake up!"

Qiu Mingquan was startled, his eyes suddenly opened in the dark night: "What's wrong?"

Feng Rui was a little serious: "I heard movement outside, there are at least two people!"

Since becoming a remnant soul, he also discovered one thing: his sensory ability is far stronger than normal people, almost reaching the point of psychic hearing and eyes.

So in these few fights, not only the skills learned in previous lives worked, but the real reason was because of his amazing induction!

"Is it those people?!" Qiu Mingquan became very nervous, "What should I do? Do you want to wake up the neighbors now?"

Feng Rui pondered for a moment: "Don't startle the snake, it can be dealt with."

...

Liu Dongfeng lived in a house facing the south, and while he was sleeping soundly, he suddenly heard a few knocks on the window lattice, and in the dead of night, he suddenly got up.

Looking at the blurred black head on the window, he suddenly remembered the burning of the shanty town next door that he just mentioned, and couldn't help but tremble.

"Who?!..." He yelled sharply, but heard a familiar voice, very soft but calm.

"Brother Dongfeng, it's me, Mingquan."

Liu Dongfeng's spirit relaxed, and he put back his nervous beating heart, but Qiu Mingquan's next sentence made his scalp tingle again, and his hair stood on end!

"Someone touched it, it should be set on fire." Qiu Mingquan said softly.

Liu Dongfeng quickly got dressed, opened the window, and looked at the boy with his head up in the night: "How do you know that!"

Qiu Mingquan raised a finger on his lips: "I got up to pee, and saw a few figures sneaking around outside."

Liu Dongfeng said angrily: "These bastards, we call someone!"

Qiu Mingquan shook his head: "Don't call me, we are enough."

Seeing that Liu Dongfeng was in a daze, he smiled slyly, with a strange light in his eyes: "Arson is not the same as 'attempting arson'."

Liu Dongfeng finally understood, yes, they have to be convicted of their crimes before they can be convicted of serious crimes and deter those gangsters!

At this time, they were all bungalows, and there were no such exquisite protective windows. He jumped out of the window neatly, and asked murderously, "Where are those people?"

Feng Rui took a deep breath, and couldn't help but open his mouth to ask: "Then 92 cubes?"

"778688." No decimal point rounding was involved, Qiu Mingquan only paused for a few seconds, and quickly opened his mouth to report the answer.

Feng Rui's heart was shocked, and after a while, he said sincerely: "You are really amazing."

His own math scores are also considered to be excellent. He was the envy of others when he was young in some situations involving mental arithmetic, but now, with his IQ, he was completely defeated by this little migrant worker!

"Hmm..." Qiu Mingquan smiled shyly, and his usually calm face had a rare blush.

In the previous life, although he dropped out of junior high school before finishing junior high school, the limited good moments in his life were when the scores of the math test came down.

The admiring eyes of the math teacher and the occasional astonishment of his classmates are his only pride and the only goodness he remembers after many years.

Yes, he is such an ordinary person. In his previous life, he had no great wealth, no lucky adventures, and his childhood started from abject poverty, accompanied by the embarrassing family situation and the fate of fate, he has been struggling at the bottom of the society.

He has done all of serving dishes, small security guards, and carrying bags.

"What do you know! You can't do any technical job! Tell me, what can you do?" At that time, the foreman nodded impatiently, his eyes full of impatience.

"I, I can settle accounts." He mustered up the courage to say this, "I... can do calculations."

Everyone who heard this laughed, and the foreman was even more suspicious: "Boy, can you be an accountant?"

"No, I don't know accounting." He could only lower his head, "I just do mental calculations faster."

"Come on, you! There are professional accountants here, and they get high wages!"

...Once the memory is opened, it can't be stopped. He recalls the past life in a trance, feeling as if it is in front of him.

"I can also recite pi. In my previous life, I won a grade math competition." He suddenly couldn't help it, and wanted to tell the invisible man beside him, this little honor.

"PI?"

"Really!" Listening to his surprised voice, Qiu Mingquan was eager to prove something, maybe he had no chance to prove himself in this life, or maybe he wanted not to always appear so useless and useless in front of this strange and close man .

Feng Rui was silent for a while: "How many digits can you recite?"

Qiu Mingquan paused: "It's close to more than a hundred. In the past, I could recite up to three hundred, but... After many years, I gradually forgot."

Feng Rui asked in shock, "How did you do it!"

He knows that there are many memory masters in this world, and some of them can even memorize pi beyond a thousand digits, but that often requires special training, but this person?

"I didn't memorize it too deliberately. It's a math competition. The teacher said that this might be an exam question, so I read it carefully a few times..."

"It will be enough after reading it a few times?" Feng Rui raised his voice, "Why can't you just memorize English words?!"

"I don't know." Qiu Mingquan was a little at a loss, "That's the only thing that feels simple."

Feng Rui didn't believe it, but a voice reminded him that Qiu Mingquan was not lying.

In the final exam that just passed, he took care of all the subjects, except for one subject that Qiu Mingquan insisted on doing by himself, and that was mathematics.

In Feng Rui's impression, there are indeed a certain percentage of people in the crowd who have extraordinary computing power or memory, which can also be regarded as some kind of talent. Around him, he only remembered seeing a girl with similar abilities, that is, his younger sister Xiangcheng's sister, and the daughter of the neighbor Xiang's family, Xiang Mingli.