Chapter 142

In this world, there are always some people who are destined to live at the bottom, and there is no possibility of turning over.

Thinking of the dazed and gloomy face he saw before he died, even though he was ruthless in the past, facing such a child, President Feng couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted, and he had the mentality of a savior out of thin air.

——Well, since there is no other way to tie them together, then in this life, he can always make this person's original tragic life a shocking reversal, right?

In the field of vision shared with Qiu Mingquan is a toothpaste with a light green skin.

Feng Rui looked at it with interest, it was a Fangcao toothpaste that was squeezed to the bottom, and to him, it was decades ago.

At this time, it was a well-known state-owned toothpaste brand, and it was popular on department store shelves all over the country.

Feng Rui clearly remembered that at this time, the familiar slogans could be heard in the TV and radio advertisements: "Use fragrant grass every day, until old teeth are good", "Baby wakes up early, use fragrant grass every day".

"In a few years, Fangcao toothpaste will go downhill." He said casually.

"Ah? Really?" Qiu Mingquan spat toothpaste foam.

Feng Rui knew very well that this toothpaste ranked second in the national industry in the 1990s, and it was affiliated with Anhui Fangcao Daily Chemical. Later, in the late 1990s, major international daily chemical brands aggressively occupied the domestic market, and its decline was inevitable.

This is just a microcosm of the fate of many domestic brands in the past. In the early 21st century, a large number of domestic brands gradually lost in the brutal market competition, were merged, acquired, or went bankrupt silently.

"Oh, these simple business cases." Feng Rui didn't care.

Qiu Mingquan squeezed out the last bit of toothpaste, instead of throwing away the shriveled aluminum toothpaste tube, he opened a shoe box and put the toothpaste skin in it.

"What are you doing?" Feng Rui's sharp eyes saw several empty toothpaste skins neatly placed inside.

"Save it all up and sell it. Doesn't your family sell it?" Qiu Mingquan seemed more surprised than him, "It costs three cents a piece."

Feng Rui was really shocked by this.

Yes, the aluminum skin can be recycled! Three, three cents each? ...

Back in the house, the two old people had simply finished their meal, gave Qiu Mingquan a few worried words, and went out to pick up waste together.

Feng Rui seized this opportunity and said unhurriedly: "Now, I think we need a negotiation, let's talk about the conditions."

Qiu Mingquan was holding the salted duck egg, and was carefully picking out a little bit of oily egg yolk with chopsticks, he was taken aback when he heard this.

"what?"

"You don't always think that I am obliged to help you for free, do you?"

...

Qiu Mingquan stopped his chopsticks in confusion: "Huh?"

President Feng didn't let him go because of his low profile, but became more mean: "You came back from rebirth with a good card in your pocket, have you thought about how to play it? You don't seem to have any plans."

Qiu Mingquan was silent for a moment: "...I want to go to school."

In his previous life, because of the burden of his family, he dropped out of school early and entered the society. He had no education or qualifications, so that he spent his whole life in the most poverty-stricken life. The only way he could think of was to seize the opportunity, go to school hard, and use knowledge to change his life. destiny.

For a poor kid like him, what other shortcuts do he have?

"Go to school, go to that funny first grade of junior high school?" Feng Rui became obviously impatient, "No wonder you're still doing small jobs on construction sites at the age of 30 or 40, and your IQ and EQ are worrying."

Qiu Mingquan lowered his head, feeling a little sad suddenly.

This man spoke harshly, but probably because he was used to hearing such words before, he didn't feel anything wrong.

Feng Rui became anxious: "Are you stupid! This is the 1980s and 1990s, you can move your fingers casually, predict those important time points in advance, there is gold everywhere, and the time is completely in time to plan!"

Qiu Mingquan listened blankly.

What does that have to do with him? The family's livelihood is difficult, and there is no savings. Even if you vaguely know that there will be some opportunities to make a fortune in future generations, whether you are buying a house or doing business, you need the principal.

The real poor are always poor.

"Under my guidance, you can have huge wealth, money, beauties, real estate, and status that you would never have imagined in your previous life..." President Feng decided to make a quick decision, and started the temptation before the negotiation, "Let's just say it, What do you like?—anything."

Qiu Mingquan was in a daze and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that Qiu Mingquan didn't look excited at all, President Feng's elite brain was running fast, and he was a little suspicious.

Being so calm, he forced him to show all his trump cards in the final negotiation. Is this little migrant worker really stupid, or is he wise and stupid?

Ever since his soul was sucked in by this piece of heirloom jade, and inexplicably followed this poor migrant worker back to the past, he has tragically discovered something.

He can only perceive the world he perceives through Qiu Mingquan's consciousness, but if Qiu Mingquan throws it away, he will be locked up!

...It seems to be alive, but what is the difference between dead and dead? Even worse than death!

He, Feng Rui, was born with a golden spoon in his mouth all his life, with a superior IQ and a natural leader. In kindergarten, he was the king of the kids, in middle school he was the top student, he was the president of the student union for three years in a row, and he got a double master's degree abroad.

In such a life, he was flourishing and prosperous, but the heavens suddenly threw him into such a strange situation, no, he didn't believe in this fate!

In the past few days, he thought about it for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

The jade pendant handed down from the family has only been handed down to the eldest grandson. What I heard from the elders is that the pendant has an extraordinary origin and can ward off disasters for each owner and increase life three times.

When he was a child, he did get out of a car accident. If it was a one-time accident, then—could it be that he fell from a tall building, and now this jade has saved his soul, which is his second life?

He doesn't want it! What a day!

Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a long time, but finally shook his head: "I'll go to school first, I want to study."

"Listen!" Feng Rui gritted his teeth and yelled, knowing in his heart that he had been defeated, "Mr. Qiu, I want to formally make a deal with you."

Qiu Mingquan froze for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't make deals with you."

This ghost, who knows whether he wants to absorb energy or occupy his body.

"Listen to me first." Feng Rui was kind, and said in a soft voice that made his subordinates tearful in the past, "I think you can't deny that we were entangled and died together in the previous life, and now we are reborn together miraculously. Whether you like it or not, we both Some kind of inseparable relationship, and fate, has been established, right?"

"Ah... yes."

"Don't you think that fate is so entangled and bonds are so magical, and the lives of the two of us will definitely change because of this, and become full of unknown longings?" Feng Rui was persuasive, and he felt that this voice and tone , absolutely gorgeous.

I can't believe you're not shocked! He thought viciously in his heart.

Qiu Mingquan listened in a daze, and said for a while, "...you say it again? I didn't quite understand it."

After being silent for a while, Feng Rui spoke again: "Okay, I'll talk nicely—I mean, I'll help you get rich and kill people! But you have to promise to try your best to help me solve my problems, such as seeking A way to get out of trouble for the soul."

Then, he added weakly: "If you dare to leave me alone again, I will become a lonely ghost, and I will not let you go."

Qiu Mingquan took off the pendant in a daze, and put it in front of his eyes.

&&...%￥￥#! President Feng cursed a long list viciously in his heart.

He was going to die, this was the only negotiation he had fought and failed repeatedly in his life so far!

The winter sun is gentle, and the morning sun rises in the sky. A ray of rising sunlight shines from the east, and it is reflected on the pendant the size of a quail egg.

On a high-quality red rope, a delicate and complicated Pisces-shaped Chinese knot is tied. The hotan seed material is as solid as fat, delicate and crystal clear, exuding a layer of warm precious light.

However, there is a patch of green in the center of the white jade, like a jadeite with an excellent water head. The combination of two completely different jade qualities is beautiful and weird.

On the back, there is a deep layer of blood, which was soaked with the blood of the two of them when they fell to their death in the previous life. I don't know why, it seems to be printed in, deep into the texture of jade.

Qiu Mingquan stared at the jade pendant, feeling a battle between heaven and man.

There seemed to be some kind of magic in that thing, and there seemed to be some kind of danger that frightened him. After a long time, he spoke slowly.

"Mr. Feng, I...decided." He hung the jade pendant back around his neck and whispered in his heart, "I accept all your conditions."

Looking at the desolate environment of this family, thinking of those gangsters who will definitely come again, thinking of the lonely relatives in the previous life, his heart suddenly surged with sadness and passion.

No, he doesn't want to live like this again, he doesn't want to suffer the sufferings of his previous life, and he doesn't want to spend this life all over again in a daze!

His eyes gradually became firm: "I want to go to school, I want to become stronger. I want to become rich."

"Are you sure? Are you a little greedy?" Feng Rui smiled lightly, "If you ask for less, you won't suffer so much, and you can achieve it quickly."

Qiu Mingquan shook his head, his eyes were indifferent: "Enduring hardship? I am not afraid of suffering."

In this world, what is more painful than seeing your loved ones being bullied and beaten, dying in front of yourself, being sick and unable to be cured, and suffering a lifetime?

"That's good." President Feng smiled slightly, "Then set a small goal first, let's earn him 100 million first."

...

In the box of a small restaurant, Mr. Zhou was full of disbelief: "What did you say? That old shanty town can't be taken down? What are you doing for food?!"

The muscles on Wang Daquan's face twitched slightly. On his left hand, which was wrapped in bandages, the burnt part of the red poker was still throbbing violently.

He carefully put on a smiling face: "Mr. Zhou, I did my best. Look at my hand, it's all hurt, right?"

Mr. Zhou sneered: "A group of unarmed poor ghosts, you have so many people under your command, and you still can't figure it out. What use are you for?"

Wang Daquan hesitated: "I don't know why, it seems to have changed. A few days ago, threats were still effective. These days, those poor ghosts are all rumors that a big house may be built in this area, and no one is willing to move now. .”

It seemed that overnight, such rumors spread all over the streets, not only the terrifying compound, but also the other places where he was going to strike!

Mr. Zhou was taken aback, and blurted out: "Nonsense, there's nothing wrong with it!"

It's just that there is an intention to hold an international seminar, and the list of invited experts is still under consideration. The final result of this matter is actually a vague rumor, and I am not fully sure.

Even the person who disclosed and instructed was not very sure, he only told him to get the land and house at a low price first, and then wait for the opportunity.

Now that the people at the bottom have spread the word, if they refuse to sell at a low price, if they buy it at a high price, if it turns out to be yellow, wouldn't it be a bunch of shanty towns in their hands?

The body rotated and fell rapidly, nausea and panic squeezed the chest at the same time, in the night full of eyes, before he had time to appreciate the transition between life and death, the body fell heavily to the ground!

"boom!……"

Blood splattered, flesh was broken, and there was a loud noise.

Then he felt in a trance that his body seemed to lighten up a little bit, and he flew to a high place.

Looking down, the lawn on the ground is now dark, and two people can be seen lying on it.

The surroundings seemed to have been silent for a long time, and the noisy voices finally sounded, and the lights on the originally dark building site began to shine brightly.

Someone rushed over, someone was terrified on the phone. There were also people who took one look at the people on the ground and then turned around and vomited.

Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the corpse on the left. Dilapidated, blood-stained, tired and old-fashioned face and body are full of gray marks left by the squeeze of life.

This person's face... Qiu Mingquan shivered, it was obviously himself.

Yes, it is him. What exactly is going on?

Beside his body, there was another strange man.

Even in the dark night, you can still see the clear eyebrows, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the long eyebrows are as thick as the edge of a sword. His eyes were closed, and there was blood on his cheeks.

Who is this person?

The whistle of the ambulance finally sounded sharply, and people in white coats rushed over, and the two people on the ground were carried onto stretchers.

Qiu Mingquan's consciousness followed up blankly, and in the narrow space of the ambulance, only a vague voice could be heard: "Who is it? Why is one well-dressed and the other only wearing a ragged vest?"

"It seems that one is the president of Shenchu ​​Group, and the other is said to be a construction migrant worker."

"Ah...that's it." The ambulance continued to be busy, and no one looked at the broken body that was dressed in rags and had completely lost its vital signs.

Qiu Mingquan looked blankly at himself in the ambulance, and finally remembered everything.

At night, he just sneaked to the roof of the unfinished building to enjoy the shade in order to save a little electricity bill. When he woke up, he saw two people arguing for no reason.

He slept in the shadow of the pile of debris next to him, and only stared blankly for a dozen seconds, one of them jumped up hysterically, and amidst the entanglement, the other fell off the tall building!

Murder, or miss, he didn't even see clearly, he rushed up without thinking, trying to grab that person.

Then, I tripped over something under my feet, barely grabbed the man's arm, and fell down with the huge inertia!

There is no replay of the legendary past events scene by scene, and there is no freeze-frame-like time freezing, only the panic of being lost.

He just... died? What kind of bloody bad luck is this?

The carriage shook violently, and Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw something tightly clutched in his left hand!

A jade pendant. Round and about the size of a quail egg, flat and warm.

—it wasn't his, and in his poor life he had never had the opportunity to wear any such flashy ornaments.

A moment ago, he grabbed the man's collar and fell from the air. The pendant was pulled from the man's neck and remained in his palm.

...It has to be returned to others, he thought vaguely.

Soon the ambulance arrived at the nearby hospital, and the doctors on duty began to panic.

Suddenly, a young man rushed over beside the stretcher and grabbed the handsome man's stretcher tightly.

"Brother Rui! Please don't die!..." He roared, his whole body fell into a state of hysteria, and big tears kept falling.

Seen from the side, this is a man with a beautiful face, but now, that delicate face is pale, like a ghost from hell.

Ah, by the way, just a moment ago, this voice was arguing fiercely, waking him up curled up on the rooftop!

"Please save him, doctor!..." The man staggered over and grabbed the doctor. Under the thin single eyelid, a pair of phoenix eyes are bloodshot.

Qiu Mingquan stared at him blankly. How could such a good-looking man be so cruel that he could push people downstairs?

"Falling from a building, severe multiple injuries!" A doctor rushed to Qiu Mingquan's body, began to check and give first aid, but quickly shook his head—the pulse could not be detected, the breathing stopped, the pupils were dilated, and there were no basic vital signs up.

"Doctor Liu, this wounded man is still a little conscious!"

Qiu Mingquan was a little dazed. At this time, he began to think vaguely, what should he do with the things behind him if he died now.

Grandpa suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed. He passed away more than ten years ago.

Grandma's eyes are not effectively controlled due to long-term diabetes, and she can hardly see. Who can take care of her when she lets go like this?

The sadness in his heart rose little by little, and the dull pain was like strong sulfuric acid, corroding the entire chest until it was so oppressive that he wanted to curl up.

On the rescue stage, the handsome man's eyes slightly opened.

His defocused eyes slowly turned to one side, looking at the lifeless corpse on the hospital bed next door.

He is looking at his hands!

I don't know why, although the handsome man didn't make a sound, Qiu Mingquan just had this feeling: he wants the piece of jade that belongs to him!

"No, cardiac arrest!"

Dazzling bright red suddenly sprayed out from the man's throat, and the electrocardiogram on the machine next to him beat violently for a few times, and then turned into a cold straight line.

At this moment, Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw a scene that made his hair stand on end for a moment.

The handsome man turned his eyes in one direction, and strangely met Qiu Mingquan's gaze in the air.

"You took my things, it was you!" His eyes, which were about to close, suddenly opened.

He stared at Qiu Mingquan, his mouth obviously didn't move, but Qiu Mingquan heard a voice strangely: "You owe me your life. I will pester you!"

I'll give it back to you! I don't want your stuff—

The handsome man stared at Qiu Mingquan, his eyes suddenly became dark like an abyss, as if he was going to be swallowed whole...

"Ah!" Qiu Mingquan was sweating coldly, and woke up again in the middle of the night in 1988. Everything in the dream is vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

His small body curled up on the hard plank bed, and he tightly covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, so as not to wake up the two old people on one side.

But the grandma who was sleeping on his right still woke up. The old man was old and didn't sleep deeply, and the children around him would feel the nightmare acutely in the narrow bed.

"Koizumi, are you in trouble again?" the old man turned sideways and asked.

For several days in a row, the child woke up from the dream every night, sometimes screaming, and sometimes trembling all over, but when asked what he dreamed, he said he couldn't remember.

The old man sighed in his heart. This child has been silent and seldom talked since he was a child, and he is not as clever and lovable as children of the same age.

When I picked him up just now, I couldn't see it, but the bigger it got, the more obvious it became.

This night I always have night terrors, trembling all over, and sticky cold sweat, don't be sick?

She reached out her hand worriedly to touch the child's forehead, and sure enough, there was a lot of sweat, even the temples were all wet.

"Grandma, I'm fine." Qiu Mingquan said in a very soft voice, his thin body straightened, his slightly trembling hand stretched out, and rubbed against grandma's arm comfortingly.

"En. Then sleep well, grandma is here." The old man felt that his forehead was not hot, so he was relieved and slowly fell asleep again.

Qiu Mingquan held his breath and tried his best to calm down his heavy breathing little by little.

In the dark night, he opened his eyes and looked at the old man beside him.

This was more than twenty years ago, and grandpa was still alive, lying on the other side and sleeping soundly. Grandma's face is not that old, and there is a clear gap with the old, sick and weak decades later.

Qiu Mingquan felt sore in his heart, and tears wanted to overflow.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked out the window.

At night in the late 1980s, there were not as many lights as later generations.

This is the outskirts of Dongshen City, a small and poor settlement. From the small window, the night is very dark and pure, without dirty air pollution, and the distant stars are brighter than later generations.

Compared with the memories of the previous life, many things that have long been annihilated in his mind are in sharp contrast, making him full of bewilderment, but also full of irresistible curiosity.

A few days ago, he fell to his death from the top of a skyscraper in later generations, and his whole soul actually returned to the late 80s when he was a child, and returned to his original body.

... The rooftop, the quarrel. An unfamiliar handsome man with a terrifying look in his dying eyes.

Qiu Mingquan suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his fingers uneasily.

What's going on with all this?

There are computers and mobile phones everywhere, high-rise buildings that can't be seen at all now, and there are red wine and green flowers.

These memories are so vivid, the life trajectory of more than thirty years, and those miserable lives... No, no, that is not fake, absolutely not.

His hand trembled and reached for the pillow. At the touch, warm and delicate.

A cold and stern voice exploded in his heart instantly, filled with endless coldness and anger.

"My surname is Qiu, I'm warning you! If you dare to leave me again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Qiu Mingquan's hand quickly left the piece of jade. It really wasn't a dream!

The ghost of that handsome man has followed this life! ...

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.