Zheng Gang tortured Li Qiang after he caught up with him. He didn't let him off until Li Qiang said he would invite everyone to eat the roast mutton kebabs at the school gate, but he had to add fifty cents more pickled turnips.
There are a variety of stalls at the gate of the school. They have everything to eat and play with. As soon as they come out, they accidentally rush to the Star Pictorial Stall. Zheng Gang escorts Li Qiang to buy roast mutton kebabs. Xie Wenjun's eyes brighten. Why did he also set up a stall.
The owner of the foreign painting stall was greeting the small buyers warmly. Xie Wenjun went over and said, "Brother Hua."
"Oh, Xiaojun, are you studying in No. 2 Middle School?" Liu Hua, the stall owner, greeted Xie Wenjun with a smile, his eyes showing a trace of helplessness.
"This year is the first day of the first lunar month," Xie Wenjun asked carefully. "When did you come out?"
"It's been more than two months," Liu Hua lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, smiled, "I can't help it. I have to earn my own living. I can't hurt the old man any more."
Xie Wenjun wanted to say something, but Zheng Gang and his colleagues had already bought something and were urging him, so they said, "Brother Hua, I will go to dinner and talk another day." Then they took out the only three dollars in their pocket, "Brother Hua, I will buy three versions of stickers."
"What are you doing, Xiaojun? If you like it, take it." Liu Huajian will never accept Xie Wenjun's money.
"It's impossible to sell without receiving money." Xie Wenjun dropped the money and ran away.
Liu Hua ran after him for a few steps and stopped to look at the stall. He had to stop and shouted, "Xiao Jun, come to play at home when you have nothing to do."
"No, Xiaojun, how can I buy this? Who can I play with?" Li Qiang looked surprised.
"I bought it for Qiaoqiao, can't I?" Xie Wenjun took the wrong stickers in a panic. They were all "New White Lady Legend" stickers. This kind of stickers can only be seen, not played. Boys only recognize "Transformers".
"You don't need to buy so much," Zheng Gang said solemnly. "You seem to know him."
Oh, Zheng Meizi looks into problems very deeply, and can think about problems with his head. I am very pleased. "My neighbor often follows him when he is young, and the conditions at home are not good, so..." Xie Wenjun smiled, "I am now smooth, and you have to invite me to eat noodles later."
Zheng Gang patted his chest: "No problem, Li Qiang is here."
"Why is it me again?" Li Qiang cried.
"It's not who you are," Zheng Gang pinched his fist. "Who makes your family ten thousand yuan? Your boy's pocket money for a day will be enough for me to spend a week." Li Qiang's father was originally from a machine tool factory, but later resigned to start the clothing business. Over the years, he has also accumulated a lot of family resources.
"Junjun, I can't finish a bowl of noodles. We'll share them later." Qiaoqiao shows great concern to Xie Wenjun.
"OK, but you can eat noodles and I can drink soup." Xie Wenjun was willing to starve the beauty.
"It's not necessary for us. Xiao Jun said that soup would be enough." Li Qiang laughed.
Zheng Gang raised his hand and said, "Is that how you treat your brother?"
"I'm joking." Li Qiang covered his head and said wrongly, "In that case, I will treat you today."
"Right, this is the brother. Come on, let me help you rub it." Zheng Gang is fierce. He hit a carrot with a stick.
Zheng Gang and Qiaoqiao go to serve noodles. Xie Wenjun looks at the price list in a daze. Li Qiang asks, "Have you seen a flower for a long time?"
"A few days ago, it was sold for one yuan and five yuan, but today it has risen to two yuan and one bowl." In the future, the price level will rise faster than the people's income, and the gap between rich and poor will become larger and larger. According to the current situation at home, I can hardly imagine that my current thinking has led the world for more than ten years. Is there anything I should do.
"Not much, what's the matter? No money?" Li Qiang, a self-employed family, has no idea about the one yuan and fifty cents.
Xie Wenjun nodded and sighed, "Yes, there is no money. It will be worse in the future."
"Oh, what a big thing, I have." Li Qiang disapproved.
Xie Wenjun shook his head: "I don't mean that. Go and eat noodles."
After his rebirth, Xie Wenjun felt the trouble of having no money for the first time. Although he has always faced the world with an optimistic and open-minded attitude, the reality seems really cruel. Especially today, when I saw Liu Hua, who set up a stall, this feeling is even stronger. I can't live in this state anymore. I should use my own advantages to promote social development and get rich first, Let everyone get rich again, so as to reflect the value of rebirth. The more Xie Wenjun thought about it, the more excited he became. After making up his mind, Xie Wenjun hurried to finish his noodles. After he said something was wrong, he went to the school. He decided to go to find Liu Hua.
Liu Hua's family and Xie Wenjun's grandfather live in the same courtyard. Liu Hua is a child king. Many children in the courtyard play with him. He and Xie Wenjun have the best conversation. He often says that Xie Wenjun is too mature to be a child. He can see through his inner world at a glance.
Liu Hua's parents divorced. He had a relationship with his father. His mother went to Shenzhen with a contract worker. His father was an ordinary worker with poor family conditions, but Liu Hua was very ambitious. He had always been a student of good character and academic excellence. When he was in the second day of the junior high school, a group of social hooligans came to their school to cause trouble. Liu Hua was forced to beat 13 people one by one, and three people were stabbed seriously, The school dismissed him because of this, and later spent his life in the juvenile detention center.
This matter has too much influence among the small gangsters. Many small gangsters regard Liu Hua as their idol. Liu Hua has nothing to do after he leaves the juvenile detention center. He was attracted by the small gangsters and joined their camp. Because of his great reputation and fierce fighting, he quickly became the leader of the dragon's head. He made a big splash and was admitted to the detention center for hurting others after less than a year, I stayed there for three years and didn't come out until two months ago.
After learning that Liu Hua's father went to the palace for the second time, his father died overnight and his body broke down completely. He had to retire from his job and get the monthly relief fund to survive in the factory. When will the bitter days come to an end? Liu Hua's father committed suicide several times. Thanks to the help of his neighbors in the small courtyard, he gradually regained his confidence in life, The father thought to himself that no matter how hard it was, he would wait until his son came out.
When Xie Wenjun came to the school gate, Liu Hua had just finished his stall. Without saying a word, he took Liu Hua to the riverside and talked about his childhood.
"Xiaojun, school time is coming," Liu Hua asked. "Are you... looking for me?"
"Brother Hua, what are your plans in the future?" Xie Wenjun wants to hear what Liu Hua means first.
"I have no plans. I will be satisfied if I can make my own living and show filial piety to the old man," Liu Hua thought of the past as if he had dreamed. "If only I could earn more money."
"How's business?"
Liu Hua shook his head and sighed: "Although there are a lot of students shopping, they can't make money in fact. Just like the sticker you just bought, I sell it for one yuan, and the purchase price is 90 cents."
"Remember the foreign paintings we played before," Xie Wenjun recalled, "Megatron can win Starscream, Starscream can win Optimus Prime, Optimus Prime can win Energy Treasure, Energy Treasure..."
"Yes, I remember that you are all from my church," Liu Hua said excitedly.
"It's said that many students in junior high school are playing again, and the old version of the straight picture has broken its head in order to make it better," Xie Wenjun laughed. "You can get some for sale."
Liu Hua suddenly said, "No wonder students often ask me if I have old prints to sell, but they can't get them in. It's said that there is no reproduction." Liu Hua picked up a foreign painting and looked at it. Unfortunately, he said, "Now this kind of horizontal prints, tuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttuttut
Xie Wenjun looked worried: "Don't mention it, my mother burned it all."
Liu Hua shook his head: "Oh, what a pity! I wish I could stay here. What a wonderful painting! Why did the factory stop?"
"It's better to stop the factory," Xie Wenjun said with a meaningful smile. "Does Brother Hua know Lu Buwei?"
"You mean... rare goods can live in?" Although Liu Hua once went astray, he was always a good student with excellent character and learning before the accident. His biggest hobby is reading. He has a lot of goods in his head.
Xie Wenjun nods: "I remember that two years ago, the postal market was very popular, and better stamps were fried to hundreds or even thousands of dollars, not all of which were worth a few cents. Why? Because stamps can't be produced repeatedly, there is an opportunity for us now. The reason is the same. However, stamps are a big market, and foreign paintings are a small market. The current atmosphere is very suitable for our operation, and there is also a popularity foundation It's just a little bit of a spark. Let's light this fire. Besides, we don't have the capital. It's just right for us to do foreign paintings. "
If another kid had said so much in front of Liu Hua, he would have driven him away. But Xie Wenjun was different. There was a certain truth in what he said. Liu Hua thought for a while and said, "Where shall we buy?"
"You don't have to worry about that. Pupils have what they have. I am responsible for finding foreign paintings, and you are responsible for sales, but..." Xie Wenjun smiled, "a little startup capital is needed."
"I can get a few hundred yuan, but..." Liu Hua thought for a while and was worried. "It's not that Brother Hua is reluctant to part with me. You know my family's situation, it's not easy for me to save a few hundred yuan. Students' interests come and go quickly. What if... what if students stop playing?"
"Ho ho, Brother Hua, you don't seem to fully understand what I mean," Xie Wenjun said with an expression of profiteering. "We don't want them to play, but to mention their interest in buying and selling. Just think about it, for a foreign painting, you bought it with one yuan yesterday. Today, others pay two yuan. Everyone will be interested. It's human instinct to pursue interests, and students are no exception."
"Do students have so much money?" Liu Hua was still worried.
Xie Wenjun said with a smile, "It's not like you go to school now, and the students of No. 2 Middle School are in a relatively good family situation." At this time, the country is in a stage of rapid economic development, and people's spare money is much more than in the early 1990s. It's not uncommon for junior high school students to have tens of yuan in pocket money, Even some well - off children have hundreds of pocket money every week.
Liu Hua nodded and said with a smile, "You don't seem to be twelve years old yet. Why do you look like an adult
"Ha ha, I said just now that the pursuit of interests is human instinct, and I am no exception. My brain was so stimulated by the RMB that I came up with a solution. Alas, genius is probably like this." Xie Wenjun boasted shamelessly.
"Just blow it," Liu Hua slapped the genius affectionately. "Hurry up and go to school. You'll be late. Wait for your good news."