Rebirth of the 80s

Chapter 20 [No.020] Buying a Western Painting for 3000 Yuan
The boys in the No. [-] Middle School gathered together in groups of three or four to chat after class, and they all talked about the same topic.

"Have you heard? Someone bought foreign paintings at the gate of the school for 3000 yuan a set."

"Wow, no wonder someone bought it at a high price a few days ago. Alas, all my foreign paintings are sold out. What a pity."

"Li Qiang from the sixth class of the first year of junior high school can make up a set with only two wrong copies. I heard that he paid 500 yuan to collect it. I used to have a lot of them. Unfortunately, I tore them all up. I was so angry."

"Zheng Gang has already put together a set and sold it, my dear, 3000 yuan, it seems that Xie Wenjun sold him two wrong copies, also 500 yuan."

"I didn't expect the old version of foreign paintings to be so valuable. It's a pity that I can't buy them anymore. Otherwise, I would also like to collect them. I have seen Zheng Gang's set. There are only 221 copies in total. It should not be difficult to collect."

"Your news is really not well-informed. Someone is selling it at the gate of the school. It costs 100 yuan a pack and there are [-] sheets. I bought five packs, but it's a pity that I haven't made up enough."

"Selfish, why didn't you say it earlier, we're going to the market too, so hurry up and have a look after school, be careful not to be sold out."

……

The news that Zheng Gang collected a set of Transformers foreign paintings and sold them for 3000 yuan quickly spread throughout the school, and he became a "celebrity". After school, a large number of boys followed him. Zheng Gang's "trust" also did his best. Dutifully, he brought everyone to Liu Hua's small stall to spend a lot of money to buy foreign paintings, and boasted that he only bought 200 yuan before and collected a set.

Two hundred earns three thousand, what a bargain. The students empty their pockets one by one dreaming of getting rich. Liu Hua counted the money until he cramped and laughed from ear to ear.

There were quite a few people at Tan Hui's stall. The students gathered around looking at the beautifully packaged paintings, and Zeng Wei was among them. The young master just bought a foreign painting worth 400 yuan at Liu Hua's stall. The ones he wrote were taken out and put in the exquisite stamp book. Zeng Wei had already spent 200 yuan before and after buying foreign paintings at Liu Hua’s booth, but the most expensive set was only 162. He looked carefully. After looking at the complete set of foreign paintings Zheng Gang "sold" to Tan Hui, he praised: "Brother, no wonder you paid a high price for it, it's really beautiful."

Tan Hui said with a smile: "Then quickly collect them all and sell them to me when the time comes."

"I thought so too. I bought it for more than 1000 yuan. No, I only collected 162 copies." Zeng Wei frowned. It’s hard to put together.”

"Of course, it's not difficult to collect. How could I charge a high price?" Tan Hui was secretly surprised. This student is really rich. He is a big fish. He needs to be stabilized, so he comforted him, "Take your time, don't rush , I think you are almost full, don't give up."

"Of course, I want to collect at least ten sets." Zeng Wei is very ambitious. He has been with his business father for a long time, and he thinks he is very business-minded, so of course he will not let go of things that can make money.

The 6000 foreign paintings that were packaged in just two days were all sold out, for a total of 17 yuan. Liu Hua immediately put out the 1000 sets of foreign paintings that did not contain the wrong version, asking for a set price of [-] yuan.

When the matter came to a critical point, Liu Hua's heart was hanging high, but it fell down in just one morning. It turned out that the high price was not a problem. Qi later sold them equally, and Liu Hua sold four sets in one morning.

He earned 4000 yuan in one morning. Liu Hua never dreamed that he was also selling foreign paintings. If he changed to the previous one, he would not be able to earn that much even if he practiced for a year. Why is the gap between people so big? What kind of material is Xiaojun's head made of? To think of such a way, it seems that he followed the right person, and he has to help this kid with his affairs in the future.

The situation in the afternoon was not so optimistic. There were still many students in front of Liu Hua's stall, but no one paid for paintings anymore. After all, there were not too many rich students.

The fire that Xie Wenjun cast has become more and more popular. The students are actively collecting foreign paintings from various channels. If it is not restricted by the wrong edition that rarity is more expensive, someone has already collected a complete set of paintings and sent them to Tan Hui for money.

The longer the time dragged on, the more dangerous it was. Xie Wenjun confessed that no matter how much Liu Hua sold in the afternoon, he and Tan Hui would have to disappear tomorrow. Anyway, they had earned 7000 yuan in a short period of time, and the task had been overfulfilled.

The students after school had almost left. Liu Hua packed up the foreign paintings and was about to leave when a student ran out from the school and said out of breath, "Boss, how many sets of foreign paintings do you have without the wrong version?"

Liu Hua saw that it was the "big money" student, and quickly said, "13 sets, what's the matter?"

"Keep them all for me, I want them all," Zeng Wei said in a big tone, "I'll bring money to buy them at noon tomorrow."

"All? I'll sell 13 sets for 3000 yuan. You...don't be kidding." Liu Hua was so surprised that a first-year junior high school student wanted [-] yuan to buy foreign paintings, and he couldn't believe it.

"Who's joking with you? I'm telling the truth," the wealthy Zeng Wei saw Liu Hua's puzzled face, thinking he looked down on him, so the young master became angry, "I have a lot of money, [-] is nothing, anyway, you give it to me." I'll keep it and don't sell it to anyone else."

In the evening, Liu Hua told Xie Wenjun that Zeng Wei wanted to spend [-] to buy foreign paintings. Xie Wenjun thought twice and decided to ask Liu Hua to set up a stall again at noon tomorrow. Let's talk about Wei's bottom.

According to the original idea, the students would not lose much if they bought foreign paintings. The big deal would be to play video games a few times and eat a few skewers of roast mutton. Now, the nature of making money has also become a scam.

Thirteen thousand, if you sell it to Zeng Wei, you can get this windfall. Xie Wenjun is a little tempted, so is it a scam or not?Xie Wenjun was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle. According to Zeng Wei, his family must be very rich. To him, [-] may be like the [-] of other students. In this case, his loss is not too big. And this person is really annoying. He used money to buy an "official" at a young age, and he loves to tell the truth, is selfish, and doesn't get along with his classmates...

For the rich and unkind!clean him up!

Daxia Xie finally decided to rob the rich and give to the poor, since they are all poor anyway, this is a matter of course.

The next day Xie Wenjun came to the school gate early, squatting on the side of the road with a bowl of soy milk and fried dough sticks, waiting for Zeng Weiwei to come.

A black Mercedes-Benz 600 drove up to the school gate. Zeng Wei got down from the back seat and said to the people in the driver's cab, "Don't pick me up at noon" and walked into the school.

Xie Wenjun put down the bowl and chased after him, and dragged Zeng Wei into the security room.

The old school security guy was hungover and was still staggering here and there. When he saw someone coming, he laughed loudly: "Come on, let's take a... two bites."

"You fix it, I just did it," Xie Wenjun handed half a deep-fried dough stick to the old man, "Come on, make it whole... half a stick."

The old man was not polite either, and started chewing after taking the fried dough sticks.

Xie Wenjun pulled Zeng Wei to a corner: "I heard from the seller of foreign paintings that you want to buy them all today? Thirteen thousand?"

"What are you doing?" Zeng Wei touched his schoolbag subconsciously, "I...I didn't bring any money."

Isn’t this 300 taels of silver here? Xie Wenjun secretly laughed, and regarded the hero as a robber. Xie Daxia said: “I want to buy it too, but the seller of foreign paintings said that you have already ordered it, so I want to ask if you have it. Something happened."

"Oh, so that's what happened." Zeng Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately changed into a look that made people want to beat him up, and said contemptuously: "Yes, I've ordered them all, and you can't buy them even if you want to. 1000 yuan for a set, can you afford it?"

How arrogant!Fortunately, a wise decision was made last night. This kind of idiot will kill one less and one less. If he doesn't cheat, he will be sorry to the people. Xie Wenjun greeted Zeng Wei's family in his heart, but said: "I can't afford too much. I and a few friends I'm going to pool my money to buy a set, or should you buy one less?"

"Hehe, come on, you have to raise money to afford it," Zeng Wei shook his head and curled his lips, "I'll teach you, this is a business, do you understand, you can't give people the opportunity to make money casually."

"It's useless for you to buy so many," Xie Wenjun tentatively said, "Could it be that you already have the wrong version?"

"It's not too late to buy these first and then find the wrong version. When doing business, you have to make a quick decision. If you buy it, you should buy it. If someone else buys it, it's not a loss. I've asked my elementary school classmates to help me find it. 500 yuan a piece Zhang, I will definitely find it within two days, and I can earn 1000 yuan by then." Zeng Wei felt that he had made a smart decision, and ordinary people like Xie Wenjun would not understand it.

Xie Wenjun nodded and frowned: "Oh, it's a pity, you are the best. It's unbelievable that you can ask your father for so much money."

"Whatever you want, what you want is pocket money," Zeng Wei exclaimed, "This money is a fund my dad helped me set up. Since I was in the third grade, my dad has given me a sum of money every year for me to manage by myself." , Said that I want to cultivate my financial management ability from an early age, I can spend recklessly, save in the bank or do business, anyway, I can use it as I like. At the end of the year, my father will see if the money given to me is more or less. "

Such a shrewd father, but unfortunately he is a stupid son. He has a good idea, but the method is wrong, and he didn't tailor his clothes to the individual.

Xie Wenjun can be sure that Zeng Wei's father is no longer an ordinary private enterprise boss. He is not only rich but also open-minded. Parents these days think so, probably because they have drank foreign ink, and those who went to the mountains and went to the countryside to go to college are at best only To become a nouveau riche with a small-scale peasant consciousness, he would never have the idea of ​​cultivating children's financial management ability from an early age.

"You probably spent all your funds every year." Xie Wenjun laughed.

Zeng Wei blushed and said, "Uh... it was the past, this year I decided to increase the value of the fund and let my dad see my skills."

"Oh, come on, come on." In previous years, you could still spend money, but this year you won't be in a bubble. Anyway, your father gave you so much money just to let you grow up. Losing money is also a way to grow, so let me help you. Help your dad, Xie Wenjun thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)