Chapter 193

On the seat by the window, the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth was slightly raised. Hearing that the name of the youngest daughter was listed in the top three in the grade, a smile almost overflowed.

His own child was so worry-free, not only did he have good grades, but he also wrote beautiful handwriting. For a moment, his heart was filled with tenderness, and when he looked at the back of the shadowy boy outside the school gate, his heart throbbed.

Buy, buy, buy, after school later, let’s bring back a surprise for my daughter! ...

It was winter in January, and the temperature was extremely cold. Qiu Mingquan stood in the winter sun at the school gate and licked his chapped lips.

The old man in the reception room brought a glass of boiled water and waved to him: "Come on baby, drink some hot water, don't freeze."

Qiu Mingquan ran over gratefully, took the old man's big enamel cup, and drank half a jar of warm boiling water with a "gudu gudu": "Thank you, grandpa!"

"Your pen, can you sell it?" The old man chatted with him nonchalantly, "Golden pen, is the tip really made of gold?"

Qiu Mingquan smiled shyly: "The point on the nib is made of K gold. It's really 14K gold. The workmanship is amazing."

The old man laughed haha: "You are amazing. A pen is worth my family's food money for several days. Why do you dare to sell this, little baby?"

Qiu Mingquan raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, then smiled: "I'll try too."

At this moment, some parents began to come out of some classrooms. Qiu Mingquan quickly put down the enamel jar, and quickly ran to the school gate. He stood upright and looked anxiously at the crowd that filed out.

"Put away your puppy-like eyes." Feng Rui said angrily, "You give me the look of 'buy it if you love it, and leave if you don't buy it', be strong! Do you understand being strong?"

"Oh." Qiu Mingquan straightened his back, and at a glance he saw the middle-aged woman who said he was speculative coming over.

She bent down and picked up a hero 100 gold pen, and asked unwillingly: "Little brother, I didn't say that it's too black-hearted—your pen costs six yuan at most, so I'll take one. "

Qiu Mingquan firmly clung to the death limit set by Feng Rui: "Auntie, it really can't be done. I'll pay eight yuan back, and I still have round-trip ticket money."

A lesbian with a milder appearance next to him was calculating the fare and meals for the round trip in the city center, and looked at Qiu Mingquan's little face flushed by the cold wind, and his heart softened: "Okay, I'll buy one for eight yuan. All right."

She shook her head, took out her wallet and counted out ten yuan: "I bought it for my son, which color is better?"

Qiu Mingquan was overwhelmed with surprise, and while looking for change, he followed President Feng's instructions and said, "Auntie, why don't you take this golden pen cap. With a golden crown, in the past, it was worthy of the number one prize!"

"Oh, you kid can really talk." The lesbian picked up the classic gold pen with a golden cap with a smile, drew a few lines on the homework book provided by Qiu Mingquan, and put it in the exquisite pen case with satisfaction.

At this moment of the transaction, Qiu Mingquan was already surrounded by many parents.

The advertisement for the hero gold pen has just started to be launched intensively in the past two days, and many people are quite envious of this expensive 14K iridium gold pen.

Seeing that the lesbian placed the first order, some people became envious. What's more, at this point in time when you just finished the parent meeting and learned about your child's good grades?

"I want a full silver pen body, I think it's very atmospheric." Someone picked up another pen and rubbed it for a while, and was finally seduced by the good design and exquisite nib, and paid for it I bought one.

The sun is very strong, the north wind is very cold, happiness comes too suddenly.

Qiu Mingquan suddenly became a little dizzy, and only remembered Feng Rui's "never lower the price" limit in his mind. After a while, seven of the eight hero 100 gold pens were bought!

Suddenly, almost at the same time, two people grabbed the last pen and said, "I want this one!"

As soon as Qiu Mingquan raised his head, the two who were fighting were the middle-aged man with glasses, and the woman who said he was black-hearted. The woman had been waiting to see if Qiu Mingquan could lower the price, but she didn't expect that it would be sold out in a blink of an eye, and she immediately became anxious.

"I want it!" The middle-aged woman forcefully pulled the gold pen case into her hand, ready to pay.

The man's expression was also anxious: "Oh, little brother, sell it to me!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at the two, slowly picked up the pen case, and handed it to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, here you are."

The middle-aged woman was displeased, and raised her eyebrows: "Why, I said it first!"

Qiu Mingquan said indifferently: "No, this uncle is the first one to ask the price today."

Wei Qingyuan let out a long sigh of relief, and quickly took out his wallet, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

He took out all the money and looked embarrassed: "Look, little brother, I didn't want to bargain, I really came to hold a parent-teacher meeting, and I didn't bring much money with me."

Sure enough, there was only one five yuan in the whole wallet, a few ten-dollar bills, and a few steel coins.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman immediately regained her spirits: "I have, I have, and I have money."

She flauntingly took out a ten-yuan bill, and stuffed it into Qiu Qingquan's hand: "Here you are!"

Qiu Mingquan ignored her, reached out to take all the money in the man's hand, and handed over the last hero iridium 100: "Uncle, here it is."

The middle-aged woman yelled sharply: "You are crazy! He only has more than six yuan!"

Qiu Mingquan looked at the middle-aged woman, and said slowly, "Yes, but I'm willing to buy it for a thousand dollars."

He turned his head and looked at Wei Qingyuan sincerely: "Uncle, thank you."

"no need thank me?"

Qiu Mingquan said sincerely: "The market economy is a good thing. Right, uncle?"

Wei Qingyuan held the pencil case blankly, full of shock.

He didn't expect that the child would be willing to sell him at a low price, but what he didn't expect was what the child just said!

"Market economy is a good thing."

This is a simple sentence, how many people around you dare to say it, or how many people understand the real truth?

He graduated from Dongshen City University of Finance and Economics. After graduation, he worked in the Central Audit Office. He has worked for more than ten years. Now he has just been transferred to Dongshen City to perform his duties. At the same time with doubts.

How could this teenage child say such words casually!

Wei Qingyuan tentatively proposed: "How about, at this time tomorrow, you come here, and I will bring you money to replenish it."

"No, I won't come tomorrow." Qiu Mingquan smiled obediently, his little face flushed.

After all, he is still a child, Wei Qingyuan thought in confusion. I probably heard that sentence on the radio, so I remember it?

At this moment, a burly man bent down, wearing a huge gold ring on his finger, and nodded the last two remaining pen cases: "Is this the expensive one? - 50 Golden Eagles ?”

"Yes, yes, the big leader is visiting and giving the Soviet Union a national gift!" Qiu Mingquan couldn't care about Wei Qingyuan anymore, his eyes fell on the thick gold chain around the man's neck, and his heart beat faster.

The man nodded proudly: "Wrap both of them up for me."

...

Lying on the only bed at home, Qiu Mingquan remained motionless. The grandparents around me were tired after going out all day, and they were already snoring.

The weather was very cold, and the quilts the three of them were covering together were not thick enough to keep them warm.

But his brain was burning hot!

"Mr. Feng..." Qiu Mingquan's mind was filled with handfuls of change in the schoolbag under the bed.

The ten gold pens were sold out, which was a full profit of thirty-nine taels compared to the purchase price in the morning!

He had already put the passbook back, but in Qiu Mingquan's old schoolbag, there was already more than one hundred and twenty yuan in it!

With a principal of more than 80 yuan, in one day, it is close to 40 yuan in profit!

All the gold pens were sold out, and the last two most expensive 50 gold carving hero gift pens brought him a profit of 20 yuan at once.

In his previous life when he died, this number was of course shabby.

However, this was 1988 in the previous life!

Even for employees of state-owned enterprises who are envied by everyone, the per capita monthly salary in Dongshen City at this time is only more than one hundred yuan. Yuan net profit is almost a month's income from picking up waste, but now, Qiu Mingquan earns it in a day!

"Don't get excited, it's a small profit." President Feng's voice was laziness, with a trace of imperceptible complacency, "I have to go to the city again tomorrow to buy goods, don't you want to rest early?"

Rest, where can I sleep?

Qiu Mingquan's heart was beating thumpingly, and the last parent-teacher meeting recorded in the notebook was six days later. In other words, such a good thing with a profit margin of up to 45% can last for a total of seven days, a whole week!

A terrifying number jumped out instantly under Qiu Mingquan's mental calculation.

"How is it a small profit!" He exclaimed excitedly in his heart, "The profit is 45%, seven times in a row. 1172 yuan!"

He felt that he could hardly breathe: "Selling for seven days in a row, with a principal of more than 80 yuan, you can earn 1,100 yuan, right?"

Feng Rui said triumphantly: "So this is called compound interest, do you understand compound interest? Remember it! The first knowledge point."

But suddenly, he was silent again: "How can you count so fast?"

"Is it fast? It's a good deal!"

Feng Rui asked suspiciously: "You've been calculating this all the way?"

"No, just now."

President Feng Da suddenly asked: "What is the prescription of 158?"

about? "Qiu Mingquan almost blurted out, feeling a little apprehensive after he finished speaking, then sneaked out of bed to find the calculator in his schoolbag, and pressed it under the moonlight outside the window: "It's about the same. "

Feng Rui looked at the numbers displayed on the calculator and fell silent for a while. The answer is to go home quickly, let's sum it up, and everything that follows! There are so many interesting things waiting for us! "

Qiu Mingquan responded, and vaguely felt that this President Feng had not only returned to his original state, but also seemed to have become more active and full of vitality?

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? ...

"That comrade-in-arms and Uncle Xiang were originally close friends, and he died because of this incident. Of course, Uncle Xiang is obliged to take care of him and send a lot of living expenses to orphans and widows every year. But when the mayor Xiang was three or four years old, , His mother suddenly fell ill and passed away."

"Ah, it's really pitiful..." Qiu Mingquan sighed.

"As soon as Uncle Xiang heard about this, he immediately rushed to the countryside, brought out the orphan of the martyr, and formally went through the adoption procedures." Feng Rui narrated calmly.

"Xiang Cheng just became a member of the Xiang family. My mother and Mrs. Xiang are handkerchief handkerchiefs, so we have played together since childhood." Feng Rui's voice became softer and softer, falling into the memories of his childhood, a little vaguely sad .

"Well, then Xiangcheng and you have a good relationship." Qiu Mingquan suddenly realized.

Feng Rui smiled wryly, but didn't speak.

Yes, when he was young, his relationship was so good that he always regarded Xiang Cheng as his younger brother and buddy, but he never noticed Xiang Cheng's strange thoughts and infatuation.

"I'll call you brother, but you're not my real brother!" Xiang Cheng roared in his mind, his eyes were full of despair and sadness.

"Then, why did you fall out because of?" In the ear, Qiu Mingquan's words completely brought Feng Rui back from his memories.

Feng Rui said in a downcast manner: "Among us... it's a matter of feelings."

"Ah! You guys like the same woman?" Qiu Mingquan blurted out.

As for emotional matters, two big men ran to the rooftop to quarrel in the middle of the night. Besides women, what else could they do?

...Feng Rui said angrily: "Shut up! Your brain is just going back and forth like this!"

All the way back to the suburbs, it was already around seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

Close to the countryside, the path leading here is still muddy, and it will inevitably be muddy when it rains and snows.

Qiu Mingquan walked into the courtyard step by step, passing by the door of Liu Qinhua's house, she saw her, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull Qiu Mingquan into the house, and dusted off the snowflakes on his body: "Look at this suit, hurry up and warm yourself by the fire .”