Chapter 155

Name:Make A Billion In The 80s Author:
Soon, the landline at the counter rang, and a deep voice rang out: "Who?"

Mr. Zhou didn't dare to speak out, so he whispered his name, cautiously didn't address him, and quickly told what happened: "Look... the story that the poor people at the bottom have been spread all over the place, isn't it not too bad?" Reliable?"

The electric noise of "stinging, stinging" sounded, and the voice said lightly: "Tell your people to work quickly. Get me more land at all costs."

With a "click", the phone was disconnected.

Mr. Zhou stared at the phone in his hand in astonishment. This matter is really evil. Seeing what that person means, these rumors could be true?

Turning around and entering the box, he thought nervously, finally gritted his teeth, and told Wang Daquan: "No matter what method you use, you will get the land and houses on both sides of Feima Road."

Looking at Wang Daquan's injured hand, he said indifferently: "I try to keep the money as low as possible, but if you can't do it, then I will replace you."

Wang Daquan was startled, stood up hastily, with a fierce look in his eyes: "I can do it!"

There was a slight smile on Mr. Zhou's face, and he patted his shoulder meaningfully: "That's right, there will be many opportunities for you to make money in the future."

...

At this moment, in a small run-down house in the suburbs, CEO Feng was watching Qiu Mingquan do his homework with cold eyes.

The study table is a small dining table that has just been cleaned up. In fact, it is a nailed wooden board with four wooden strips attached to it as table legs. It is not very stable, and one of the legs is covered with newspapers.

It is now January of 1988, winter vacation is about to start, exams are approaching, and homework exercises are beginning to increase. Qiu Mingquan stared at those English words, copying them, and memorizing them silently in his heart.

"You were thirty or forty years old when you fell to your death with me." In his mind, a man's cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Ah, yes." Qiu Mingquan was stunned.

"Then what's the matter with you? You still need to memorize these? Isn't it the most basic English words?" President Feng couldn't bear it anymore.

Qiu Mingquan bit his pencil that was about to become bald, a little ashamed: "...I dropped out of school early."

Feng Rui fell silent, watching him recite words little by little, and then began to read the Chinese textbook after finishing, analyzing the central idea, explaining idioms, reciting beautiful paragraphs; after that, math homework.

The vocabulary of English words is terrible.

The comprehension of the Chinese textbook is also very reluctant. Feng Rui came to a conclusion at a glance: the accuracy rate is not high, and it is obvious that he can't find the status at all.

The only exception was math, which was done very quickly and gave perfect marks for the answers.

The more he observed, the colder Feng Rui's heart became.

Reminiscent of the fact that Qiu Mingquan said that he dropped out of junior high school in his previous life and entered the society, Feng Rui only felt that his heart was full of irritability. The starting point of this cultural level is too low, right?

——No, this is not the way. His precious time cannot be wasted on such ridiculous things!

"You don't have to learn this anymore."

Qiu Mingquan raised his head blankly: "Why?..."

"Your homework and exams, from middle school to high school, even to the college entrance examination and graduate school, I can help you handle them without any difficulty." Feng Rui said proudly, "You put your energy into what I want you to do."

— Get rich, quickly. This is the most urgent thing!

But Qiu Mingquan, who has always been gentle, shook his head immediately: "I want to learn by myself. I can't rely on you for the rest of my life."

Feng Rui was choked speechless by him, this guy!

"All right, all right, you're right." He said perfunctorily, "I'll make a study plan for you in the future, you study hard, but I'll take the important exams."

"That's not cheating?"

Feng Rui sneered "ha": "Do you think your current rebirth is not cheating?!"

Not only was he reborn, but he also brought his gold-rich auxiliary life opener!

...

In the suburban middle school with extremely poor conditions in the outer suburbs of Dongshen City, all the classrooms are very quiet, only the north wind outside is whistling non-stop.

The source of children and middle school students in this suburb is extremely mixed. In addition to the children of nearby enterprise employees, they also accept nearby migrant workers, suburban residents, and some unemployed vagrants.

Forty or fifty students buried their heads in the final exam questions. There are those who write and fly, and those who scratch their heads.

Teacher Feng, the teacher in charge, was walking around casually, his eyes constantly roving around a group of kids.

She didn't move her neck very much, and she could see the entire classroom clearly from the corner of her eye just relying on years of experience.

Hey? She turned her gaze to a certain corner again.

That child... She frowned. In her impression, he seemed to be better in mathematics, and his grades in other subjects were also very bad, especially in her Chinese class, where her grades were always at the bottom.

Qiu Mingquan, or Qiu Qingquan?

From the beginning of the exam, the child's demeanor was a little strange.

After a while, he raised his head to look around, and once his eyes met his, his face flushed like a frightened little animal, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Typical cheating mentality!

Teacher Feng was not happy, and walked slowly, approaching that remote corner. When her eyes swept over lightly, her expression was quietly concentrated.

——This test paper, the answer seems to be surprisingly correct?

She looked suspiciously at the answers around Qiu Mingquan, no, no, the answers of these students were varied, it was impossible for Qiu Mingquan to have copied others.

Just when she was suspicious, the real "ghost" was yelling at her with a voice that no one could hear.

"What are you afraid of! No one knows that I'm answering the question, so take it easy."

"She's standing beside me." Qiu Mingquan had never cheated before, and he was still struggling, "What should I do?"

"Just quietly and follow my instructions!"

"Oh……"

In the classroom, there was only the rustling sound of the tip of the pen falling on the test paper, Qiu Mingquan finally calmed down, and began to answer the essay questions according to Feng Rui's dictation.

There is one question each for composition in the first grade of junior high school, one for scenery description and one for simple narrative. Teacher Feng watched coldly, and finally, slowly, his face became more and more surprised.

Very smooth!

There is no draft, and the child's composition is formed sentence by sentence. At first glance, although it is not amazing, it is undoubtedly in full compliance with the standard and can get a standard high score.

"The spring is cold...how do you write qiao?" Qiu Mingquan asked silently in his heart.

"Just write whatever you want." Feng Rui said indifferently, looking at the suspicious eyes of the Chinese teacher, "It's just right to write wrongly."

"Oh."

Until Qiu Mingquan stood up, lowered his head and handed the test paper to her, Teacher Feng's surprise did not diminish.

"You want to hand in the paper early?" Teacher Feng looked at his watch, and there was still more than half an hour before the time for handing in the paper. That Shanghai brand quartz watch was the most valuable dowry when she got married.

"En." Qiu Mingquan nodded, and his uneasy heart calmed down.

The students around also looked over in amazement, what kind of nerve did Qiu Mingquan, a poor and unremarkable student with a tail, do today?

"It's a blank paper, right?" Some students stuck out their tongues, and a small sneer sounded in time.

"Don't go yet." Teacher Feng gave him a rare nod, "Let's go together after the exam."

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, so he had to sit on the seat.

Teacher Feng began to scan the test paper word by word.

Fill in the blanks, multiple choice, and objective questions are all correct. Article analysis, short answers, etc. are also concise and to the point, there is no penalty point at all, it can be said to be 100% correct.

The final composition question... Even if she looked at it with the most critical eyes, she still had to say that the words were concise and to the point, and she used very simple words and sentences, but it was very comfortable to watch.

Ah, finally found a small place that went wrong. In the description of the scenery, the slightly uncommon word "spring is cold and steep" is used, but the word "Qiao" is written in white characters.

Putting down the test paper, Teacher Feng suddenly picked it up suspiciously.

What's wrong, this strange feeling?

She was startled suddenly, and finally knew where the strange thing came from—she could hardly find anything that she could modify in this composition!

The usage of "dedide", the position of the subject, the predicate and the object, and the unobtrusive modifiers seem to be wrong if any changes are made.

No no, it's impossible.

It's just a junior high school student, how can I write a composition that says "one point will be longer, and one point will be shorter"?

Coincidentally, I happened to have practiced composition on this subject before? Memorize it?

But no matter what, the child's grades are really against the sky.

Teacher Feng took out the red pen with complicated mood and scored 98 points seriously.

Qiu Mingquan had no idea that the head teacher was in an extremely entangled state of mind. The exam bell finally rang, and he rushed out of the school together with countless students.

There are some ginkgo trees planted in the simple campus. In winter, the leaves are all gone, and the huge sun shines on the bare branches.

"Okay, follow my instructions, while other middle schools are taking exams these days, hurry up." Feng Rui urged in Qiu Mingquan's ear.

Qiu Mingquan quickly quickened his pace and ran towards a middle school a few miles away.

In the winter, when he ran all the way, beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose soon, and after running for a while, he began to pant heavily.

"You can't do this, your body is so poor." Feng Rui said unceremoniously, "From today onwards, you have to do physical exercise. Make your body better."

"I can't keep up with my nutrition now. Later, I worked on the construction site and became stronger." Qiu Mingquan was out of breath.

"One needs to be more demanding of oneself. A body like yours is so fragile, it's too ugly!" Feng Rui said dissatisfiedly.

It's a joke, even if he doesn't seize the body, it's just parasitism, he doesn't want this body to die suddenly one day, if his jade is also buried in the ground, who can he complain about?

"Oh……"

These days, Feng Rui gave him instructions one after another, most of them seemed very strange.

For example, Qiu Mingquan must collect the latest newspapers and insist on reading every night; another example is to walk to Liu Qinhua's house every morning, and listen to the radio of the day while eating.

A few days later in the early morning, Qiu Mingquan was standing in the yard brushing his teeth when he heard the sound of an advertisement coming from the radio next to him.

The radio is a bit old, and amidst the "thrilling and thumping" electrical noise, an unfamiliar advertisement is broadcast.

After the sound of a light mountain spring, there was the sound of a gentle breeze, and then, an elegant and low-pitched baritone sounded slowly: "Enjoy the aura of heaven and earth, show the glory of the past and the present; Chinese civilization!"

A thicker male voice immediately said passionately: "Hero pen, China is proud!"

"That's it!" Feng Rui blurted out, his joy was beyond words.

That’s right, at the end of the 1980s, domestic Hero fountain pens experienced a qualitative leap. When foreign high-end gold pens had not entered China on a large scale, the fame and trademark popularity created by Hero fountain pens began in these two years.

If his memory is correct, at the beginning of 1988 that just passed, General Secretary Jiang had not been officially elected as the chairman of the Military Commission at this time, and he was only one of the standing committee members. Among the gifts abroad, there is a Hero 50 gold-carved high iridium pen signed by him.

That is to say, taking advantage of this opportunity, the Hero fountain pen began to advertise heavily, which became famous as a domestic famous brand fountain pen and ushered in the glorious era of the Hero fountain pen.

The current order to collect the date of parent meeting was urgently issued by Feng Rui after hearing the broadcast!

The hut was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Grandma Qiu looked at him blankly.

There was still a lump on his face, and his body was wet. On the back of his bare hands, there was also the redness and swelling that had just been beaten by Grandpa Qiu with a bench.

But his eyes are open and pure, there is no timidity and dodge of children in the dark eyes, but there is unprecedented responsibility.

Grandma Qiu suddenly felt that she didn't know this child.

In the blink of an eye, on that morning more than ten years ago, the dying child lying in the swaddling clothes with bruises all over his body turned into a little adult.

Looking down at the pile of things in the plastic bag, she flipped through them one by one, and suddenly burst into tears—these things were all for the two old people, and there was nothing for him!

Qiu Mingquan grinned, his eyes were bright, and his swollen face was full of joy: "Grandpa, grandma, I will take you into the city tomorrow, let's go to the boutique shopping mall. The salesperson at the stationery counter there can testify for me!"

The old man turned around slowly and hesitantly, and finally he was half-doubtful.

"You... You really didn't do anything bad? I'm really going to the city with you tomorrow. "

"Don't worry, grandpa!"

...

Finally at midnight, Qiu Mingquan waited for the two old men to fall asleep, endured exhaustion and pain, and quietly got up.

When he came back, it was snowing outside, who knows what will happen overnight, if the ground is covered by heavy snow tomorrow morning, how can he find jade? !

Quietly go out and go around behind the window, sure enough, the ground has been covered with a thick layer of snow. The neighborhood here is a suburb, and some weeds are overgrown behind the window, and the traces of the arson a few days ago are still there. The dark wall is lined with white snow, and a slight whiteness can still be seen in the middle of the night.

The jade pendant is too small! The color was bright white again, and the direction and distance thrown by Grandpa Qiu were unclear. Qiu Mingquan was so anxious that he could only keep guessing and groping around in the snow.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent, the howling north wind was mixed with the rustling of weeds, Qiu Mingquan's little hands kept groping in the icy snow, and after a while, bloodstains were drawn by the sharp teeth of the weeds.

But he couldn't feel the pain anymore.

The ice and snow froze his hands, and even his feet were starting to stiffen.

Time passed by little by little, and the sky in the distance seemed to gradually brighten, but Qiu Mingquan still found nothing, and his heart sank little by little.

...

For a long time, the surroundings were as quiet as a tomb.

Feng Rui's senses were extremely keen, he could almost hear the slight movement of snowflakes falling around him, and he could also hear the rustling of withered grass and leaves in winter.

Hearing these small voices, he even fell into a trance for a while.

Could that mentally handicapped little migrant worker... be really frightened by his grandparents and stop looking for him, or could he be unable to find the pendant he was hiding in by accident?

Ten years, eight years? Like Monkey King, waiting for five hundred years to wait for the next passing Tang Seng who is destined to belong to him?

I don't know how long he lay like this, but at the moment when he was drowsy, there was a warm temperature.

...Qiu Mingquan lightly held the bright red lanyard on the jade with one hand, almost dreamily, picked up the jade pendant from a piece of dry grass.

At that moment, the morning sun rises and the stars suddenly disappear. The air in winter is so fresh and cold, but the boy in front of Feng Rui has an immature face and his pupils are as black as ink.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Qiu Mingquan looked at him anxiously, but his eyes were full of ecstasy, "I've been looking for you for a long time... Are you in a hurry?"

His palm was small, and he gently stroked the jade pendant, causing Feng Rui, who had no body, to suddenly feel a tingling sensation.

Then, he gently put the pendant that stayed in the snow all night on his chest and hid it in his shirt.

It was bitingly cold, but the back, which was stained with the blood of the two people's previous lives, quickly warmed up.

In Feng Rui's ears, there was a faint but clear heartbeat: "Boom... Boom!"

He suddenly realized that it was Qiu Mingquan's heartbeat.

"I'm not going to lose you again. Not even in death."

At that time, Feng Rui and Qiu Mingquan didn't realize that this simple and unpretentious sentence, like a mantra and an oath, followed them for so long.

After splitting and rejoining, until the impermanent gear of fate rolled over again.

...The next day, the two old men of the Qiu family did not have the opportunity to go to the city to verify what Qiu Mingquan said.

Because Qiu Mingquan fell ill completely.

After running around all day, his face was swollen by Xiang Cheng's punch in the afternoon, and he was whipped by his grandfather when he came home at night.

...Agitated and looking for things in the ice and snow all night, Qiu Mingquan felt his head was heavy the next morning and he couldn't get up.

The two old men tossed and turned sleeplessly last night, thinking about Qiu Mingquan's words, they always felt that the huge amount of money was like a dream, and they finally fell asleep in the middle of the night. When I woke up the next morning, I found that Qiu Mingquan's face was flushed, and when he touched his forehead, he was terrified, the fever was severe!

Grandpa Qiu hurriedly left the house early to get medicine at a nearby clinic. Grandma Qiu stayed at home to take care of Qiu Mingquan, helping him change the cold towel on his forehead from time to time. Qiu Mingquan felt uncomfortable, woke up once or twice halfway, drank some white rice porridge, and fell asleep again.

In a daze, I heard someone talking outside.

"I don't know why, he didn't go to get his report card, and you didn't come to the parent meeting..."

With a jolt, he finally recognized the owner of the voice. ——Teacher Feng, the teacher in charge!

For more than a week after the exam, every second counts, and every day is a huge income. How can I have time to get a report card?

As for the parent meeting a few days later, he completely forgot about it. Now...the head teacher was recruited?

Holding his glasses, Teacher Feng carefully stood at the door with his trousers lifted. Last night's first snow made the ground muddy. She knew that this was a rural area, so she specially wore big rubber shoes, but along the way, her pants were still covered with bits and pieces of mud.

As soon as she stood in front of Qiu Mingquan's house, she saw the bare walls inside, and took a deep breath.

Although it was daytime, the whole room was dark due to the lack of sunlight. After getting used to the light in the room for a while, Teacher Feng could see clearly the figure of the boy lying curled up on the bed.

"Teacher Feng..." Qiu Mingquan struggled to get up, feeling extremely guilty.

Fever is severe, the mind lacks the ability to think, and the only thought is: Have the test scores been found to be abnormal?

Teacher Feng stepped forward quickly, looked at his weak and wounded face, and was startled: "Qiu Mingquan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just have a little fever." Qiu Mingquan sat up halfway, but was pushed down on the bed by Teacher Feng.

"Then you lie down and rest quickly!" Teacher Feng looked at the bed where Qiu Mingquan was lying on, and felt a "thump" in his heart.