Chapter 190

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

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

"Koizumi, tell me the truth too." Wang Juan lowered her voice, and after listening to his long speech just now, she no longer had the slightest intention to treat him like a child, "If the gold pen arrives again, you still have to buy it." 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've made nearly a thousand yuan these few days, and I'm just lying down to make money."

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."

All around, snowflakes gradually floated up. In winter, the sky was dark early, and the sun had just set. Now the snowflakes were flying, and it was already dark.

There was no one on the last train, except for Qiu Mingquan who was alone, carrying a dilapidated schoolbag and carrying the new clothes of his grandparents bought in the boutique shopping mall in the morning. There were only two or three passengers.

Qiu Mingquan sat alone in the last row, silently looking out the window. Outside the window are shadowy trees and snowflakes that are getting bigger and bigger.

The old quilted jacket that didn't fit him was empty, and the bowl of delicious wontons had already been digested and disappeared.

He was supposed to be cold and hungry, but Qiu Mingquan was unexpectedly peaceful in his heart. Touching that piece of jade, he only felt warm in his chest, as if a fire was burning vigorously.

And President Feng, who always liked to give orders, thought of something, and also remained silent.

Through Qiu Mingquan's eyes, he saw a pair of clear and somewhat lonely eyes on the glass of the car window.

Feng Rui's heart skipped a beat. He's... scared.

He was afraid of his leaving, as if he was afraid that he would abandon him.

At this moment, Mr. President, who was cold-hearted and full of calculations, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and a feeling of being dependent on each other surfaced.

"Go to sleep, I'll call you when you get there." Feng Rui said in a rare and gentle way.

Qiu Mingquan gave a "hmm" and leaned half of his face against the glass.

In a daze, with the cold glass against his face, Qiu Mingquan suddenly stood up straight and sat upright on the seat!

The boy who punched him hard! ... Those beautiful but fierce phoenix eyes are as beautiful as a girl's face!

A memory fragment flashed through Qiu Mingquan's mind, and he was extremely shocked: "The boy who was with you... is, is it?"

It was the man who was entangled with Feng Rui on the rooftop in the previous life!

In the hospital, he appeared in front of Qiu Mingquan as he cried and begged the doctor.

——Yes, it was him! After that face grew up, it also didn't change much, and the brows and eyebrows were vaguely recognizable!

"You finally remembered?" Feng Rui said calmly, "That's right, it's him."

What happened between Feng Rui and that man back then, after rebirth, Feng Rui didn't talk about it, and Qiu Mingquan was even more embarrassed to gossip and ask questions.

But today, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Who is that person? Did you become enemies with him later?" Qiu Mingquan asked falteringly, and added at the end, "Why did he want to kill you?"

"What nonsense?" Feng Rui asked in surprise, "Why kill me?"

"I... I didn't hear the cause and effect clearly." Qiu Mingquan scratched his hair, "Didn't he push you down?"

"Don't worry, no one pushes me. And it has nothing to do with you." Feng Rui said coldly.

Qiu Mingquan was choked, and muttered angrily for a while: "Why didn't you have anything to do with me? I died because of you two, and he punched me today!"

He reached out and touched his cheek, and sure enough, it was still swollen, and there was still a clot of blood in his nasal cavity.

Just when Qiu Mingquan thought he was determined not to speak, Feng Rui said slowly, with a tired voice: "His name is Xiang Cheng, and my Fa Xiao is the child of our best friend. We have lived together since we were young, and we are next door. Neighbor."

After a pause, he continued: "Xiang Shibo's family has only one daughter. There was a boy in the early years, but he died. Xiang Cheng is the adoptive son adopted by Uncle Xiang."

"Ah... like me, adopted?"

Feng Rui sneered indifferently: "Ha, the same as you? He's much luckier than you."

Qiu Mingquan fell silent. Also, how can I compare myself to being adopted into such a good family?

"Uncle Xiang worked in the police force. When he was young, he was on the front line of anti-drugs and had a very good comrade-in-arms. At that time, drugs had just started to breed in big cities, and many anti-drug policemen lacked experience in protecting their own families. Once they arrested a drug gang Afterwards, those remnants jumped over the wall in a desperate attempt to retaliate and hijacked Uncle Xiang's wife and newborn child."

"Ah!..." Qiu Mingquan exclaimed.

"In order to rescue the hostages, that comrade-in-arms fought desperately with several drug dealers. He went deep into the tiger's den and died alone." Feng Rui's voice was heavy, "Uncle Xiang's wife was rescued, but the newborn son was killed by a mad drug dealer." son killed."

Qiu Mingquan listened in a daze, feeling sore in his heart, not knowing why he felt unusually uncomfortable.

How painful should it be for a mother who sees her child die in front of her eyes? ...