Chapter 196

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 all the land and houses on both sides of Feima Road."

Looking at Wang Daquan's injured hand, he said indifferently: "Give me the money as low as possible, but if you can't do it, then I'll 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!

Bypassing the Huaihai Road of the boutique shopping mall, Qiu Mingquan got on a bus, walked around for a long time, and finally stood outside the gate of the vacuum electronics company.

In the winter of Dongshen City in 1988, the Spring Festival was approaching, and the streets were extremely cold, but outside the iron fence gate of this old state-owned enterprise, there were crowds of people, a rare sea of ​​people gathered.

Liu Dongfeng was wearing a thick sheriff's padded jacket, standing upright around the crowd, vigilantly maintaining order.

——These people, holding ID cards in their hands, stood in a long line early in the morning in the bitter cold wind, just to buy stocks in this factory?

Liu Dongfeng looked suspiciously at the brand-new signboard at the entrance of the factory. The words "Dongshen City Vacuum Electronic Devices Company" were written on a golden background and black block letters. It looked like it was newly replaced.

"Xiao Liu! Come here and help me buy a bowl of hot soy milk." In a steamed stuffed bun shop at the gate of the factory, his colleague Zhang Jun gnawed on a huge meat bun and ordered.

He is a few years older than Liu Dongfeng, and he is not a serious graduate of the police academy, but this time he is becoming a full-time officer, and he blatantly snatches the spot that should belong to Liu Dongfeng.

There is no other reason, it is a moderately related household. No, it hasn't been just a few days, and these days when facing Liu Dongfeng, he is obviously not polite.

Liu Dongfeng hesitated for a moment, had no choice but to turn around and leave the team, walking towards the breakfast shop at the end of the street.

——No way, everyone in the team knows that the director of the police station is Zhang Jun's second uncle.

Qiu Mingquan didn't notice that Liu Dongfeng was here, beside him, an old man and a middle-aged man were behind the line, and the length of the line was still increasing.

"Master, are you a family member of the employees of this factory?" The middle-aged man started chatting with the old man as he was idle and bored.

"My nephew is a worker in the factory. His family bought the first batch of stocks last year. This year's Spring Festival, they really paid dividends!" The old man's eyes lit up. This is no worse than bank deposits!"

Someone next to him echoed: "Isn't that right? Besides, I heard that some stocks can still be traded now! You can get dividends when you enter, and you can transfer them when you withdraw. It's a good thing!"

Some people wondered: "Can it be transferred? Why haven't I heard that the stock of Vacuum Electronics can be traded?"

Suddenly, right in front of everyone, a clear boy's voice rang out unhurriedly: "That's right. There are already stocks that can be traded, but Vacuum Electronics is not among them."

Everyone was taken aback by this, why is there a half-grown child in the queue?

The middle-aged man in line was surprised and amused: "You little doll, who told you?"

Feng Rui, who was occupying someone's body, smiled slightly, and raised his head to look at the crowd: "September last year, two stocks, Yanzhong Industrial and Feilo Acoustics, were the first to be allowed to trade over the counter. The location - my grandfather said, It’s in Jing’an District. The trust and investment company of Industrial and Commercial Bank of China has a Jing’an Securities Department under it, so you can buy and sell there.”

At this moment, all the young and old in line were stunned.

This is well said, but it doesn't seem like nonsense!

"You...your grandfather said?" The middle-aged man asked tentatively.

Qiu Mingquan nodded: "Read the newspaper, uncle. My grandfather said that the newspapers are all public information."

Someone suddenly realized: "Then today, is it your grandfather who asked you to buy the stocks of this company?"

Qiu Mingquan was serious: "Yes, I came here with my grandfather's ID card. My grandfather said that buying stocks is advocated by the state and allowed by the bank. There must be nothing wrong with listening to the state."

The crowd, who were still a little nervous at first, laughed loudly when they saw his cute appearance that day.

At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the team, the orderly crowd began to crowd forward, and the factory gate opened!

The staff of the finance department yelled loudly: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be crowded! The sale will start at eight o'clock, please prepare your ID card!"

Near the gate, a long table was placed, and more than a dozen accountants nervously began to place stock books, financial chapters, and invoice books.