Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 6 Qingxidian

"Dad, Jiankun said that I have something to ask you."

After the two of them entered the door, Wang Bingquan had a smile on his face and gave Zhang Weiguo a look that every parent would understand.

Li Jiankun looked at this middle-aged man who was as black as charcoal, playing the role of black and white with Xiao Wang Neng, and said respectfully: "Uncle Wang."

Wang Bingquan asked with a smile: "Why are you two back today? Jiankun, why are you looking for me?"

Li Jiankun glanced at Zhang Weiguo.

Wang Bingquan waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I'm one of my own."

I understand, just don’t treat him like a human being.

"Uncle Wang, Shanhe told me about the situation of this factory. Maybe I can get some materials..."

"What's the matter?"

Before Li Jiankun could finish his sentence, he was interrupted. Zhang Weiguo looked at Wang Bingquan with a look like "Whose unlucky kid is this?"

Don't be ashamed!

Wang Bingquan didn't answer any questions and was surprised when he looked at Li Jiankun.

"Boy, do you know what materials are needed to make an electric fan?"

"Do you know that these raw materials are all planned supplies?"

"You do it, where are you going to do it?"

Zhang Weiguo sprayed out three questions in succession like a machine gun, with an expression of caring for the mentally retarded.

He can't even do it!
What Wang Bingquan has obtained, can you ask him if he has the nerve to say it?
no face!

Which onion are you kid?
Li Jiankun ignored him and continued, "Uncle Wang, there's nothing to lose if you let me try, right?"

After Wang Bingquan pondered for a moment, he suddenly said: "Oh, I understand."

What do you understand?
Li Jiankun was surprised, I don’t even understand, okay? I don’t have a plan yet.

Saying that there is a good way is just deceiving the country.

Let’s talk about it first and then talk about it.

When it comes to a business opportunity, if you really have to wait until you have a perfect plan before taking action, then don't do it.

"You also want to go...collect scraps?"

Wang Bingquan did not talk about rags, leaving dignity for his children and dignity for himself.

I'll accept it. It's your uncle's. You really look down on your brother.

At this juncture, do you have time?
This is how the raw materials in the Qingqing factory come from. Li Jiankun then remembered that Lu Guanqiu seemed to have done this.

"Uncle Wang, the matter has not been settled yet. Let's not talk about it for now. All I can promise is not to cause trouble. If we do get it done by then, you can give me a reward, okay?"

It's all good to say.

Now whoever dares to give him raw materials, he dares to throw money back and find someone to collect the scraps. The wages are still high, and not many people are willing to do this work.

The problem is, that's not what it sounds like.

Then Wang Bingquan couldn't figure it out. How could a young man get the planned materials?

He knew the Li family's background very clearly, and it was embarrassing to tell him.

Strange.

Wang Bingquan looked at him and asked, "Are you really sure?"

At this juncture, how can you say no?

"Have!"

"Okay, you give it a try."

Since the child didn't want to talk more, and he didn't force him, Wang Bingquan was open-minded. What else could he not like about having someone help him solve his problems?
As the other party said, he had nothing to lose.

For children, it may not be a kind of exercise.

Get it!

I won’t discuss the specific remuneration. I believe Comrade Lao Wang will not treat himself badly.

Li Jiankun's face was full of joy, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Uncle Wang, let me give you some start-up capital first, 50 yuan."

Wang Bingquan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "You kid."

After saying that, he opened the drawer, picked out five big cards and handed them over.After the two gangsters left the office, Zhang Weiguo gloated: "You know you were cheated, but you still have to pay for it. Lao Wang, you are really good at it."

Wang Bingquan didn't seem to hear his sarcasm, he lit a big red eagle on his own, looked out the window, and blew out a mouthful of white mist.

"Let me tell you a story.

"It was 68, in the dog days of summer, when a group of little guys carried adults on their backs and ran to the river to swim. One of them couldn't swim at all, but he was as naughty as a girl. He had few playmates and didn't dare to talk.

"He was scurrying in the river, and suddenly he jumped into the deep water. He couldn't hold his feet, and he kept choking on the water. When he saw that he was dying, the other children were so frightened that they ran away.

“Only one tall child was left, and half his life was wasted. He picked up the little hairs that he grabbed with his hands and feet and carried him home.

"Go somewhere, kneel down to your parents, tell them that it was his idea, and feel free to beat or scold you..."

"Oh!"

Zhang Weiguo understood clearly: "The one who carried people was the kid just now, and the one who drowned was your family?"

Wang Bingquan nodded.

"I thought at the time, this guy is a bit wild, but he is responsible and responsible, and he is a trustworthy person. I told Shanhe that we would do well with him in the future. Guess what? My Shanhe now dares to fight. ,Ha ha!"

"You are sick. Your child learns to fight. Are you so happy?"

"That is."

Wang Bingquan said seriously: "The one with the handle must be a little bloody!"

There were still four words he didn't say: Just follow me.

Thinking back then, when he was as old as Shanhe and Jiankun, people and gods from all over the country were outraged.

But later, those who were the same age as him were now digging in the soil, and he was the only one who built two factories in the town.

This man would be useless if he didn't work hard.

"Gan Zhang, you came down from the county not long ago, and you still don't know that this kid's family is very poor..."

"I can tell." Zhang Weiguo answered.

"It's a coincidence that he and Shanhe have been in the same class from elementary school to high school. I often give Shanhe a little more money, and Shanhe is not stingy. Just give it to him. He never asks for it. He only gets some food."

Wang Bingquan turned his head and asked: "Cadre Zhang, do you think such a child would defraud me of money?"

Zhang Weiguo was choked for a moment, and after a while, he said, "What else? Do you believe that he can get the raw materials?"

Wang Bingquan did not answer directly, "I believe he has an idea and wants to put it into action. It's a good thing. My family, Shanhe, will definitely not dare to do it now. Does it matter whether it succeeds or not?"

Zhang Weiguo couldn't answer the question, so he waved his hand and said:
"Don't talk about this, let's talk about business!"
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A loess road twists and turns, and at the end, there appears a small village nestled in a valley.

In this area, poverty is really poor. There is not even a decent house in the whole brigade, not even a mud brick house.

The so-called adobe bricks are made of yellow mud mixed with straw.

You can imagine how strong it is. If it is not repaired twice a year, it will not last for several years.

But it is also really beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, fresh air, and a not bad name, Qingxidian.

Li Jiankun walked all the way, but he didn't feel any timidity about being close to home, but just impatient.

On the roadside, some farm tools, teapots and water bowls were randomly placed.

People who came later may not have thought that the phrase "keeping the house open at night" was not far away from them.

These days, if you leave things outside, you won’t have to worry about them getting lost.

Do you believe that after a few years when household quotas are implemented, someone will secretly cut your crops in the middle of the night?

It’s not stealing. It’s cut, tied, and put in the field just waiting for you to pick it back.

You want to express your gratitude, but no one will acknowledge it.

This is called an unsung hero.

At this time of year, there are still many people working in the fields, hoeing weeds and plowing the fields in preparation for spring sowing.

Although it was arranged by the production team, it seemed a little too early, and [-]% of the time it would have to be done again, but no one felt that it was a wasted effort.

Putting the collective first, working hard, not being afraid of hardship and sweating, and focusing on dedication...these spirits are ingrained in the bones of this generation.

Broadly speaking, there are no lazy people these days.

If there is, it would seem extraordinarily different.

(End of this chapter)