Hello 1983

  Chapter 106 The gap between people is so big!

   "Hey, look at their service attitude. It's really good. It's much better than those salesmen in state-owned stores. They all seem to owe them 80,000 Tibetans, and they're not buying things from him."

   This is true. In the jingles of the 1970s and 1980s, there was such a sentence, which talked about the most enviable professions in society at that time: stethoscope steering wheel, personnel cadre salesperson.

  This cannot be described as just an iron rice bowl, but a golden rice bowl.

   You said that a person holding a golden rice bowl still needs to be polite to ordinary people?

  Bah, good idea!

  The uncle boss ordered two more steamed buns, and kept nagging. Although he wanted fried dough sticks more, he held back.

  The reason is very simple, fried dough sticks are more expensive than steamed buns, and steamed buns cost two taels, only five cents.

  Although the travel expenses for this trip are ultimately paid for by the cooperative, the boss is used to being thrifty. If he really wants to eat and drink in the city, he will not be able to get over the hurdle in his heart.

  Eat a few sticks and enjoy yourself, and you are already very content.

  Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, Liu Qingshan thinks more far-reaching: the competition among various business forms has already begun. As for who will be eliminated in the end, it goes without saying, of course, attitude determines everything.

   When the two left the breakfast shop, the owner of the car burped contentedly: "I'm so full. If only I could eat deep-fried dough sticks every morning, it would be a fairy day?"

   This is to eat a meal of fried dough sticks, and you can reminisce about a week's time.

  Liu Qingshan smiled and said nothing: Uncle Boss, you probably won’t be able to live your fairy life. Until then, you should grab cornmeal pancakes every morning.

  …

  Chuncheng Chaoyang Park, there are more and more people setting up stalls here.

   This is not limited to flowers, birds, insects and fish. Most of them have disappeared in winter, replaced by various small stalls that have sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain, forming a small bazaar almost spontaneously.

  As the above-mentioned policies were gradually relaxed, those young people who were waiting for work at home after returning to the city also started to take action.

   Get a piece of canvas, put a few electronic watches on it, tapes and so on, and you can earn some money, which is better than eating idle food at home.

  The hottest stall among them is a clothing seller.

  Gangzi was holding a "four pockets" in his hand, shaking it down twice from time to time, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Four pockets, Chinese tunic suits, it's not that cadres can't wear them."

  Gangzi's partner, Xiaomei, was helping the customer to try on clothes, boasting a few words from time to time, and finally, the customer happily paid.

  The customer was about to leave after buying clothes, when he was stopped by a guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks:

   "Wearing four pockets on the body, pinning on a pen to show off, this is called matching."

  Hou San held a tube of pen in his hand, and put it in his pocket: "Look, my hero brand pen is only two yuan, which is not enough for your clothes."

  I thought about the same thing when I bought clothes, and I bought it.

  When the customer left, Gangzi couldn't help laughing: "Hou San, I sell a piece of clothing, and you sell a pen. Do you have to give me half of the profit?"

  Hou San grinned: "Gangzi, I am a small business, and I can make a little money. You are called Rijindoujin."

   After the flattery was over, he sighed alone again: "The same person does not have the same fate. If I have such a big capital, I will use the tape recorder!"

  The pen stall next to Hou San is an antique stall, and the middle-aged stall owner took over the conversation with a smile:

   "Third son has also grown up in the past few months. If he can set his mind to do some small business, this thing is like a snowball. It gets bigger and bigger as it goes on."

  Hou San nodded, seeing another customer coming to the clothing booth to look at the clothes, he also hurriedly prepared the pen.

  However, why does this customer look familiar?

  Then I heard the young customer yell, "I've covered all your clothes!"

   "I don't do wholesale... Haha, Qingshan, why are you here!"

  Gangzi saw Liu Qingshan who was smiling in front of him, and immediately rushed up to give him a bear hug.

  By the way, it was Comrade Xiao Liu who came to sell orchids last time and was published in the newspaper!

  Hou Sanyi slapped his thigh, his round eyes shone brightly, and he hurried forward.

  Last time, I borrowed the light of this little God of Wealth and made some capital to make a small business. This time, maybe there will be a big business?

  Liu Qingshan greeted Xiaomei again, and Xiaomei also smiled. These days, she only knows what making money is.

  The money and capital were brought by this little Liu brother in front of her. How could she not be happy?

Afterwards, Liu Qingshan began to raise opinions: "Brother Gangzi, your slogan is not good, it seems that only cadres can wear it, you have to shout like this, look at my four pockets, anyone can wear it like a big cadre. "

  Gangzi blinked twice, then nodded, as if he understood a little bit.

  After chatting for a few words, Liu Qingshan introduced Uncle Boss to Gangzi and the others.

  Because he had been to Jiapigou, Gangzi had a little impression of the boss uncle, so he picked up a Chinese tunic suit: "Uncle, I sold this suit to you. After wearing it, I will immediately be on the same level as the commune cadres."

   The boss was so scared that he waved his hands again and again: "Don't, don't, I don't have any money in my pocket."

  Liu Qingshan also smiled and stopped Gangzi and asked, "Where's Brother Fei?"

  Gangzi curled his lips: "I was dragged away by Nurse Xiao Li, who said he was learning a foreign language. Who knows what he was learning?"

   "Is there a situation?"

   Liu Qingshan also asked a very gossip.

  For the little nurse named Li Xuemei, Liu Qingshan actually feels pretty good, she is a positive girl, if she is with her, Wu Jianjun will definitely not go astray.

  Gangzi hehe twice: "Anyway, the two of them are sticky all day long, and they talk in foreign languages ​​when they talk about love. Who can't understand the bully?"

   After he finished speaking, he remembered something: "Qingshan, you came to Spring City this time. Could it be that the foreigner gave you a car here?"

  This guy's reaction was a bit slow, Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile.

   "Niu, my brother is a cow, brother, can I ask my brother to drive for a while first?"

  Gangzi was so excited that he rubbed his hands together.

   Liu Qingshan rolled his eyes at him: "Do you have a driver's license?"

  Gang suddenly wilted again, but when he saw Hou San's little head approaching, he immediately started to tremble again:

   "Hou San, you say my brother is awesome, the foreigner who rescued last time, you should be there, just give my brother a car!"

  What, the delivery car is still an imported car!

  Hou San blinked for a long time, not knowing how to express his mood at the moment.

  The gap between people is really huge!

  Liu Qingshan didn't want to make a public noise about this matter, so he waved his hand at Gangzi and began to change the subject: "How's business going?"

  Gangzi has also learned to be smart now, so of course he can’t just say how much he has earned, pointing to the clothes and saying.

   "This batch of goods came back, and they were almost sold out again. Brother Fei said, if you are in a hurry to use the money, you should take the principal back first, and share the dividends together at the end of the year."

  Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "Let's not talk about dividends or anything else. If you can make money, I'll withdraw some of the money. I'm going to buy something this time."

  The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested. Hou San understood this time: Brother Fei and Gangzi did business, and the capital was paid by Comrade Xiao Liu.

  Thinking about it, Hou San began to scratch his head: It would be great if you could lend me some capital, why don't I, Hou San, have such a friend?

  But this matter can only be fantasized in my heart. If I don’t know each other, even if I have contacted it once, I haven’t had that kind of friendship.

  The middle-aged stall owner who sold antiques also greeted Liu Qingshan with a smile: "Little comrade, we meet again. You still have the ability. Foreigners are all rushing to send cars."

   "Uncle, can we not mention this matter."

  Liu Qingshan also took advantage of the situation and leaned over: "Uncle, where is your monkey ticket, have you sold it?"

   "Isn't this still reserved for you?"

  The stall owner is very talkative, mainly because the price is relatively high. In the past six months, each sheet has increased by about 50 cents, and not many people can eat the whole page.

  Liu Qingshan also hecked twice: "Just for you, I bought it."

  The stall owner took out the stamp album as well: "In the past few months, many stamps have been raised one after another, but I admire the character of the little brother. We still have the old price, one thousand yuan."

  Open the stamp album, first look at the monkey stamp, carefully sandwiched between two layers of kraft paper, and kept very carefully.

  As for other stamps, it seems that there are more in number. Liu Qingshan knows that there are many stamps of special periods, all of which are very valuable.

   It would definitely make a lot of money to start with, a few million is safe, but he now has 1,500 yuan in funds, and, with this money, he is planning to buy a TV back home.

  Grandpa, grandma and mother are at home, watching the news and watching TV dramas when they have nothing to do, that is what he, a junior, should respect the most.

   "Qingshan, buy it if you like it, and we will help you pay for it first."

  Gangzi yelled, then got on a bicycle and went home to get money, without giving Liu Qingshan a chance to stop him.

  While waiting, Hou San came over and said, "Brother Liu, you like stamps. When I have nothing to do, I can help you collect them. I know that there are several places in Spring City where stamp collectors like to gather."

  I not only like stamps, but also these antiques.

  Liu Qingshan doesn’t have much spare money on hand now, and if he has money, he wants to use it wisely, so he can only smile and shake his head, and said to Hou San.

   "Brother Hou, thank you in advance, I will trouble you when I have more money."

  A trace of disappointment also flashed across Hou San's heart: It seems that there will only be chances in the future.

   Not long after, Gangzi came back by bicycle and threw a bundle of Datuan to the middle-aged stall owner. Seeing Hou San, the boss uncle and others, their eyes widened.

   After the stall owner finished counting the money, the money and the goods were settled, and both parties were very satisfied.

  Liu Qingshan was holding the stamp album, and was about to carefully put it into the bag, when he suddenly heard the boss uncle yell:

   "Qingshan, you have been cheated by this guy!"

After yelling, he grabbed the stall owner's coat collar and said, "Hurry up and return the money to us. These stamps of yours are clearly worth eight cents a piece, but you sell them to Qingshan for several yuan a piece. You are fooling the ghost!" Woolen cloth!"

   While talking, the boss uncle was still pushing and shoving vigorously.

  He was driving a cart, had been whipping the whip for more than 20 years, and his hand strength was far superior to that of ordinary people. The stall owner had no strength to resist at all, and was pushed back and forth by him.

   He was angry and laughed at the same time: "Brother, do you understand stamp collecting?"

  Liu Qingshan also hurried forward and rescued the stall owner: "Uncle Boss, I am not lying. These stamps are valuable for collection, so the value is higher than the face value."

   "Anyway, I can't figure it out. There are eight cents printed on them. I have read them all. Some of them are stamped with postmarks. The used ones are just a piece of waste paper."

  The boss of the car is still muttering, this matter is too beyond his comprehension.

  (end of this chapter)