Chapter 158

Qiu Mingquan understood what she meant. Once the state-owned store fully stocked up, he would never be able to do the business of blocking the door to increase the price.

"Thank you, the pen in my hand will be finished today at most, don't worry."

"Koizumi, tell me the truth too." Wang Juan lowered her voice. After listening to his long speech just now, she no longer had the slightest intention to treat him like a child. Do you want to do this business? To tell you the truth, I want to ask my brother to try it too."

Next to him, Zhao Decheng pricked up his ears, and his mind suddenly became lively. Oh, what Wang Juan said is interesting!

In Qiu Mingqing's heart, Feng Rui's voice suddenly sounded: "Just say you can do it, and tell that Zhao Decheng, he is watching!"

Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, and replied solemnly: "Why don't you do such an easy-to-make money business? Aunt Wang, to tell you the truth, I have made almost a thousand yuan these few days, and I am making money lying down."

Wang Juan exclaimed: "Oh, it's more than half a year's salary for me!"

Zhao Decheng's small eyes lit up for a moment. After thinking for a while, he quietly ran outside.

Going around to the second floor, he mysteriously pulled out the salesperson's wife who worked in the women's clothing department: "Hey, how much money does our family have now?"

His wife rolled her eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Hurry up, I have a way to make a fortune, take it all out! This time, our family can make a lot of money!"

Seeing Zhao Decheng's back disappear, Qiu Mingquan showed an embarrassed expression again: "Aunt Wang, I thought about it just now, and I should not buy it. This small business will really fall into the hands of the next wave." gone."

"Oh?" Wang Juan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little suspicious in her heart. This child, don't be afraid that she will come to compete too, right?

"Auntie, think about it. The Hero Gold Pen Factory has put so much effort into advertising, and the effect is surprisingly good, but why can't the supply keep up?"

Without waiting for Wang Juan to answer, he logically said: "Because they didn't expect the advertising effect to be so good in advance, and they didn't dare to expand the production line on a large scale. Now the agents all over the country are desperately rushing for goods, and their production lines will expand immediately, and the production capacity will increase." It’s definitely not an issue anymore.”

In fact, as far as Feng Rui knew, it was during this period that the Hero Golden Pen Factory fought a very good performance battle. Not only did the domestic sales blow out, but it also went abroad, and the foreign exchange earnings from exports increased year by year. Over 10 million US dollars of foreign exchange earned through export, exported to more than 60 countries!

In the following few years, this domestic pen brand has been sold on the same stage as Parker, Montblanc and other world-renowned pens on the stationery counters all over the world, creating the most glorious period in its history. Can't keep up?

Wang Juan listened blankly, looking at the clear and honest eyes of the child in front of her, she suddenly became excited.

Yes, such a great situation, considering the overwhelming advertisements, the leadership of this manufacturer is definitely not a mediocre person!

"Xiaoquan, thank you." She couldn't help feeling chills down her back.

These days, seeing Qiu Mingquan earn so much money smoothly and easily, she almost lost her head, and wanted to put all her eggs in one basket, and even borrow some money for a big one!

If it really rushed in, it would be strange if it didn't all fall into the hands!

Holding the final payment after the gold pen was completely out of his hands, Qiu Mingquan only felt his heart beating again.

In the big schoolbag, he stacked all the ten-yuan bills neatly together, and among the remaining loose notes, there were a lot of coins, which made the schoolbag heavy.

The 80 yuan he initially stole has turned into a terrifying 2,400 yuan after the 45% compound interest growth these days!

"It would be great if there were hundred-yuan bills. With so much money, more than twenty bills are enough." He sighed.

Feng Rui asked: "When do you think there are hundred dollar bills?"

Seeing Qiu Mingquan stunned, he proudly flaunted: "It's coming soon. In May 1988, that is, a few months later, it was the first time that the central bank issued hundred-yuan bills. At the beginning, many stores dared not accept them." , because I have never seen it before."

After the gold pen was shot, I went home early this day. As soon as he stepped into the house, Qiu Mingquan was taken aback.

In the compound, like the previous few times, the neighbors gathered together, with strange expressions, surrounding a person in the middle.

"Our Jieda Real Estate was appointed by the district! We will build this area for the well-being of everyone! Integrate industries and develop the economy. When the time comes, both sides of the Pegasus Road will be demolished!" A middle-aged man was facing the door with his back , the greasy feeling on the back of the head was abnormally obvious, and the saliva was flying in the mouth.

"A while ago, there were hooligans who wanted to buy land and houses in advance to fight against the government. Now, we will directly talk on behalf of the district, and we will never let the interests of the masses be damaged!"

A group of people in the compound looked at each other in blank dismay, and many of them were obviously moved.

"Mr. Zhou, it would be great for the public to come forward to take over the house." Aunt Wang was impatient and asked with a smile on her face, "Then...how much can I give? We don't want to live in this shanty town for the rest of our lives. If there is more, we are willing to move!"

This is the truth, if you come out from the district, it won't make the big guys suffer, right?

The man with a greasy face looked serious: "We have been notified that the district has drawn up a plan, and the price refers to the market price, and the unified price is 800 yuan per square meter!"

Everyone sighed in disappointment.

This price is much better than Wang Daquan's robbery, but it is still slightly lower than the market price. If it is really sold at this price, it is not even enough to buy the same house elsewhere.

Aunt Wang immediately became anxious, and stammered: "But Mr. Zhou, isn't it going to build a big house and a big factory here? The price of the land needs to be raised!"

She clearly remembered that Qiu Mingquan said that day that this house and land would be worth ten times and a hundred times in the future!

"Yes, yes, how can we pay according to the current market price? Mr. Zhou, you can tell the higher-ups to add more." The neighbors chattered, but their voices were not loud. People in this era, They also have sincere trust in the identity of the public family. This person said that it was a real estate company sent by the district, so they were naturally in awe.

"Why, you still want to make money from the public!" Mr. Zhou's expression turned ugly, and he was bored and vigilant for a while.

——It was this shantytown that not only beat away Wang Daquan who came to intimidate him, but even failed to set fire to it. Otherwise, there would be no need for them to come forward directly.

He looked around the crowd, deliberately exuding majesty, with a cold expression on his face: "This is about the overall planning of the big construction, and some personal greed cannot be tolerated. Whoever dares to take the lead in making trouble, don't blame the government for being rude!"

Liu Dongfeng remained silent all the time, and was about to speak when he heard this, but was suddenly pulled back by Liu Qinhua, and pinched hard.

Mr. Zhou looked at everyone's silent faces with satisfaction, and nodded: "Everyone is ready, hurry up and find a house to move..."

"Wait a minute." A clear and calm teenager's voice sounded.

Qiu Mingquan didn't know when he had already stood in front of him, looked at him intently, and showed a confused expression: "Uncle, you mean the public, but you, aren't you just from the real estate company? How can you represent the meaning of the above?" what?"

Mr. Zhou looked at the weird child, and was speechless for a while: "Go away, the adults are talking, and the children don't interrupt."

Qiu Mingquan stared at him with subtle inquiry in his eyes: "Wang Daquan brought someone here, and I injured him. He came to set the fire himself, and I accidentally burned him."

Mr. Zhou looked at him in astonishment, and suddenly remembered the news he had just received——Wang Daquan died suddenly in the hospital this morning!

Looking at the dark and calm eyes of the child in front of him, he didn't know why, he staggered back a step, reacting to his gaffe, he couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment.

He threw out a piece of paper with a "slap", and flashed it viciously in front of everyone: "See clearly, this is a document! The public has made a decision, and staff will arrange to sign the contract soon!"

Qiu Mingquan unceremoniously reached out to take the document, and looked at it carefully before his eyes.

Behind him, several neighbors leaned over anxiously.

Qiu Mingquan held the document in front of his eyes. He whispered in his heart, "How is it?"

Feng Rui glanced through it very quickly, and with an idea in his mind, he couldn't help but sneered: "It's not in compliance. Just ask him what I said."

Qiu Mingquan had an idea in his mind, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This is just a draft resolution in the district, not a red-headed document. Then, it is a real estate company that actually signed the agreement with the residents, right?..."

He said it lightly, but Mr. Zhou's heart suddenly jumped: This child is hitting the deadly spot!

This is not the opinion of the city at all, it was concocted by someone impromptu. In fact, they dare not even download the document. ... And the real handover is their new real estate company, and even his legal person is temporary.

"Yes, how is it?" He forced himself to be calm.

A sarcasm flashed across Qiu Mingquan's eyes, and he reached out and handed back the document: "Uncle, go back, let's think about it."

It wasn't until Mr. Zhou took his people away that he looked at everyone with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone, this person doesn't mean anything."

Liu Qinhua hesitated first: "This is what the district means."

Qiu Mingquan shook his head: "This matter still needs to be discussed, no matter who it is, it can't really talk to itself, right?"

He pulled his grandparents aside and smiled obediently: "I'm hungry, let's eat."

Deep in his consciousness, President Feng snorted coldly: "It's really audacious to dare to appoint a private real estate company to take over."

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.

However, Qiu Mingquan at this time was a child who had never received any systematic training, let alone any professional guidance.

For some reason, Feng Rui's mind suddenly recalled the appearance of the construction worker he saw in his last life before he died.

Depressed and quiet.

His face was dusty, and although his eyebrows were pretty, they were full of tiredness.

Looking at the past through the stretcher for the last time, the unattended farm worker looked humble and uncontested, his fingers holding the pendant were rough and cracked, and the traces of labor were so obvious.

And who would have imagined that such a person, when he was young, had talents far beyond ordinary people in certain subjects?

If he changed his family and background, why couldn't he move forward with ease, fate is precious?

Feng Rui was a little dazed. The piece of jade on which his soul rested was tightly attached to Qiu Mingquan's heart, and when he heard his sincere praise, he felt his heart beat slightly faster, a little childlike excitement.

Feng Rui suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Qiu Mingquan, seriously, let's make a deal with you."

"Huh?... What?" Qiu Mingquan was taken aback.

Feng Rui spoke plainly, but his words were clear, serious and solemn: "I want to send you a great fortune. You also promise me, work hard so that you can afford it."

Feng Rui didn't know if Qiu Mingquan understood what he meant.

——However, it doesn't matter.

Feng Rui withdrew his thoughts: "Your calculation is correct, but in fact, you may not earn that much."

His words extinguished Qiu Mingquan's enthusiasm in an instant: "Why?"

"The market is saturated. Think about it, how many people are willing to pay for gold pens in each school?"

Qiu Mingquan was stunned. Even if he had no business acumen, he thought of this bug at this moment.

Yes, by the time I went to buy goods on the fifth morning, the principal had quickly increased to 550 yuan.

According to today's ratio, about sixty hero 100 gold pens can be entered, plus eight or nine 50 golden eagles.

"I estimate that the fifth day will be the critical point of the market." Feng Rui obviously also roughly calculated the conclusion.

According to the speed at which Qiu Mingquan sold pens during the day, in the future, even if there are overwhelming advertising bonuses for hero pens, I am afraid that any school can sell sixty or seventy gold pens a day, which is already the limit.

"Ah, then look at the sales on the fifth day, and then decide how much to buy the next day?" Qiu Mingquan hesitated and asked tentatively.

Feng Rui let out a "hehe", and said arrogantly: "When the time comes, just listen to me."

During the night, Qiu Mingquan had many dreams one after another.

In the dream, there were flying banknotes, and there were glittering pens all over the place. In the end, there were more and more of these pens, filling up the whole dilapidated hut. In the dream, Qiu Mingquan was standing alone in front of the school with a schoolbag full of pens, but No one stopped to look at him.

Then, during the day, that woman suddenly ran over, with a sarcastic expression on her face: "I just came back from a big shopping mall, and the salesperson told me that all the hero gold pens have dropped in price, one yuan each!..."

Qiu Mingquan yelled, waking up from the nightmare early in the morning, sweating profusely.

Fortunately, it was a dream!

He secretly opened the schoolbag and took a look inside, seeing those full of small bills, the beating heart of "pounding" calmed down a little.

The next day, he quickly followed the same itinerary as yesterday, and took another car to Huaihai Road in Dongshen City.

It was still yesterday's boutique shopping mall, and it was still the stationery counter on the third floor. This time, he took out more than 130 yuan. Even with the principal and profit, he entered twelve heroes at 100 and three golden eagles at 50 this time.

Wang Juan stared at him in surprise, guessing in her heart that the child was buying and selling.

Just yesterday, the business of her stationery counter was strangely better, almost doubling the usual sales.

After some inquiring, she realized that she had come here because of the advertisements on the radio and the news about Commissioner Jiang's visit in the newspaper.

Seeing Qiu Mingquan buy goods and leave again, Wang Juan was amazed in her heart—this child is really very smart!

Next to it, Zhao Decheng, the leader of the stationery team, walked over with a toothpick in his mouth: "How are the sales of hero pens today?"

Wang Juan pouted: "I have to go to the warehouse to get the goods again. The kid just bought a dozen and left."

Zhao Decheng was taken aback: "What? Erdao dealer?"

Wang Juan nodded happily: "Whatever he does, just sell it."

Zhao Decheng looked upright: "How can we do that? We are a regular shopping mall, how can we get mixed up with this kind of speculators! Don't sell to him next time."

Wang Juan looked at him in surprise, and teased the big wave that had just been hot: "Team leader, what you said is not right. I will sell it. This is my performance. People come to buy it legally. Why don't I sell it?" ? I don’t sell it, and I will be evaluated at the end of the month, so you can make up for me?”

Zhao Decheng shook his sleeves angrily, choking on the words.

Qiu Mingquan changed to a middle school today, and the parent meeting of this school was held one day later than Zhenghong Middle School, which happened to allow their sales plan to be staggered calmly.

Unsurprisingly, just like yesterday, the eleven gold pens that Qiu Mingquan bought were all sold out very smoothly, not even one of the three 50 gold carving pens that were sold at an increased price of 28 yuan. Run order.

——The advertisement of Hero Golden Pen Factory is continuing, and the momentum of hot sales is also rising. Feng Rui is well aware of the craze this hero fountain pen has set off in the country.