Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 182

"Brother Kun, there is only a sleeping place left in my house."

In the evening, inside the 80 Department Store, several gay men were very tired and covered in stinky sweat in the winter.

They had just brought over dozens of bulging sacks from Qingjiangfang and stuffed them into the back rooms of their two shops.

Jin Biao looked at Chen Yajun who was speaking, pointed at the door and said, "Come into my room and have a look. It's the same."

After all, they have stockpiles themselves.

Chen Yajun said again: "Brother Kun, how long do you have to stock up on so many bell-bottom pants before you can sell them?"

Li Jiankun was leaning against the wall, thinking about this.

Originally, he didn't want to pay attention to the bell-bottom pants incident in Beijing. He knew the history and knew that it could be solved in a year and a half at most. Anyway, he wasn't selling it now.

But the profit from this batch of goods was so great that I couldn't help myself and took it away.Things are a little different.

He is now in it. The back rooms of the two shops are packed to the brim, which is really not a big deal.

This made him think about getting involved and quelling the turmoil as soon as possible.

There is no way to do it. Just eliminate the disaster wherever it starts.

What has caused the current situation of bell-bottom pants in the capital is, on the surface, public opinion in newspapers, but on the inside, it is the conflict between conservative ideas and individual ideas.

For bell-bottoms to become a normal commodity, the idea of ​​individuality must win.

The future will be defined by the winners.

When the voice of resistance disappears, the trend of fashion will rise, and bell-bottom pants will become a trendy item.

Let’s give it a try, you won’t lose anything.

"Just rest, I'm going back first."

Li Jiankun stopped sending Luna away before she had eaten. Jin Biao and Chen Yajun must be eager to do so, and they don't know who will win.

Li Jiankun rode the Stitch Monster back to Yanyuan. He went to the water room first to tremble, humming the courage given by Liang Jingru, and after taking a cold shower, he ran back to the dormitory like a desperate man and got into bed.

The conditions of Peking University are limited these days, and there is no hot water in the dormitory building.

If you want to take a hot bath in winter, you can only make time to go to the bathhouse next to the large dining room. There are open spaces for [-] men and [-] women.

A bath ticket costs two cents.

After his body warmed up, Li Jiankun got up wrapped in a quilt, bit into a piece of bread, took out the letter paper and pen, and lay down on the window sill table.

Then he began to formulate his own plan of attack.

A letter of challenge without quotation marks.

As a member of the youth group, I am assigned to the old comrade group. If you don’t accept it, come and fight!
Don’t old comrades like to quote classic arguments, starting from the history of clothing, and then come to the conclusion that bell-bottom pants are exotic clothes, and then criticize them?

Then he also talks about some history.

Starting with the origins of bell bottoms.

In fact, the origin of bell-bottom pants is extremely serious. It is entirely for survival needs.

It was first invented by sailors.

Sailors were working at sea. When standing on the deck, a wave hit and seawater easily splashed into their boots. So the smart sailors came up with a way to change the shape of the trousers into a bell-mouth style.

In this way, the wide trouser legs can cover the boots and prevent water from splashing in, so that over time, the feet will be corroded by seawater and become rotten.

What kind of group are sailors?
Those are real working people!
It is still a particularly hard type of work.

Based on this, can we draw the conclusion that bell-bottom pants were created by poor working people?

After writing this, Li Jiankun started from the next line of the letter paper and wrote three heavy question marks in succession:

“Aren’t we, the younger generations, worthy of inheriting the fruits of the wisdom and wisdom of the working people of our ancestors?”

“Who is blocking the inheritance of working people’s culture?”

"Why is a pair of trousers that does not reveal the waist at the top or legs at the bottom so obscene and dirty? Why is it linked to morality? Are the really dirty trousers or the human heart?"

Li Jiankun clicked his tongue twice, feeling quite cruel after finishing writing.

I'm really sorry, old comrades, the main thing is to make you unable to accept it.

This is the first half of the letter.In the second half of the plot, Li Jiankun thought of the article "Can't See These Young People Degenerate" and planned to learn from the lethality of a tender sword.

Then he began to talk about the repressed personality of the younger generation.

Everyone knows the reason. He just mentioned it vaguely and then issued an appeal:

“Now is an open era, can’t we let young people regain their natural instincts and do what young people should do?
"What is youth? Youth should be flamboyant, confident, and dare to try and make breakthroughs.

“The times are developing and new things are constantly emerging. Someone must accept it. If the younger generation does not keep pace with the times, who can they expect in the future?

“It’s really not just about a pair of pants, it’s the epitome of a lot of ideologies.

"Please stop creating depression for us. Young people need to release their personalities, return to their true selves, and welcome the future with a smile on their face!"

"Long live understanding!"

Finished writing.

Signature: Passionate young man.

Put down the pen.

Li Jiankun scanned it and felt that there was no need to modify it. It was rough but not rough. It was a bit short, but it was very concise.

At the same time, in Qingjiangfang of Jiuan Xiaoyuan, Xu Qingyou had not left yet, and the hot potato was finally removed, and he received a refund of [-] yuan, not counting any change.

But the two cousins ​​were really not in a good mood.

If you do this, you can't say that you are back before liberation, but you are back to before the business of bell-bottom pants.

In other words, they have worked day and night for more than a month, and their efforts have been in vain.

The two of them were discussing, planning to use the 1 yuan capital to take advantage of the approaching New Year's Eve to quickly go to Gao Di Street to find some good products to sell back to soothe their injured souls.

But as he was counting, Xu Qingyou suddenly slapped his thigh.Monk Liu Xiaojiang was left confused.

Xu Qingyou glanced at him, his face full of guilt, there were some things that were really hard to say.Speaking out will definitely affect his tall image and status in the heart of his cousin.

Day of the dog!
Why would he sell the goods to the old thief?
Since he was going to Gaudi Street next time, why didn't he send the goods back to the supplier named Wan Yong?
That guy looks easy to talk to, so he won't give it back at all costs, right?

Besides, there is no need to return the goods directly. Can you exchange the bell-bottom pants with Wan Yong for some other clothes and sell them back?
That way the loss will definitely be lower!

The more he thought about it, Xu Qingyou felt his energy and blood surge, and he felt the feeling of being internally injured in the novel. The pain in his heart was so painful that he couldn't express it... He was holding it back!

Damn old thief!

How much money did they lose this time?
That's all their hard-earned money, their hard-earned money!
"Ah indeed!"

Li Jiankun slept well. He woke up at almost ten o'clock the next day. It was cold and the quilt was too clingy. It seemed to be particularly cold today.

He rubbed his nose and mentally constructed himself for two minutes, then lifted the quilt and got up.

After getting dressed quickly, he looked out the window. The whistling north wind was clearly visible, and the rotten leaves downstairs were floating up to the third floor.

Then I took out a thick black and white plaid scarf from my luggage bag and put it on, and then I felt like I wouldn't freeze to death when I went out.

This time is particularly embarrassing. There is no breakfast and lunch is not cooked yet.

With the letter in his pocket, Li Jiankun went to the green mailbox next to the triangle area, stuffed the letter inside, called it a day, and left.

It was a cold day, so he decided to leave tomorrow to avoid the cold.As for this letter, it happened to be at the juncture when the old comrades' criticism in the newspapers was overwhelming and the young people were being completely suppressed.

He could not think of any reason why the Beijing Daily could not publish it.

Whenever you log out, it's a nuclear bomb. Li Jiankun still has confidence in this.The confidence comes from the last letter about housing reform and my unparalleled understanding of the general environment.

Let it ferment slowly.

When you come back from the south, you might be able to pick fruits directly.

Li Jiankun didn't go back to the dormitory and came to Building 34. He thought for a while that he should say hello to Miss Shen. Missing someone when they had nothing to do was a taboo in a relationship.

Although Miss Shen definitely doesn't feel like she's in a relationship with him now.

But after all, he has two lifetimes of memories, so it is difficult to completely peel them off, and really regard Miss Shen as a girl he has just met.It was a pity that he missed her in his previous life, but they met again in this life. For him, every minute they spent together was falling in love.

It was approaching noon. No matter where she was, Miss Shen should always pass through this corridor door.

Li Jiankun huddled under a crooked tree opposite the dormitory, breathing heavily, rubbing his hands, and waiting patiently.

(End of this chapter)