Hello 1983

  Chapter 563 Without input, how can there be output? (seeking a monthly ticket)

  In the two corridors outside the front gate of the capital, in a deep alley, above a shop facing the street, there is an inconspicuous signboard: Baodu Feng.

   This century-old brand finally resumed business last year, and now the small shop is mainly run by the third generation of the Feng family.

  It was already dusk at this time, and it was dry and cold. Many old gourmets entered the store, rubbing their hands, hissing and haha, wanting to serve the steaming hot pot, and then holding a small wine cup to drink two or two, which is called comfort.

  Several cars stopped at the door, Liu Qingshan helped grandma get out of the car, and in the other car, Huang Yueming also helped Huang Shuwen get off, followed by a large group of people.

  When I entered the room, it was almost full. Fortunately, I called Mr. Maoer to book two tables in advance in the afternoon, otherwise I would not be able to eat.

  At the older table, there are Huang Shuwen leading his son and daughter-in-law; there are also Liu Qingshan's grandparents, Qiu Ju's grandmother, as well as Mrs. Lao Maoer and Mrs. Lu and his wife.

The young table was left with Wang Zhan, who was in charge of the construction site, leading Wang Xiaobing and Cao Xiaofei, Gao Lingfeng, who had officially joined the entertainment company under the big tree, with He Wanqing, three roommates of Liu Qingshan, and Liu Jinfeng and Sister Huang Yueming.

  Feng Baodu, of course, is best at Baodu. He ordered two more big hot pots, the old-fashioned brass hot pots with charcoal inside.

  When the pot is placed in the middle of the table, the heat is steaming, which is particularly sensational.

  When the fried belly was served, Huang Shuwen stretched out his chopsticks and picked one up, dipped it in some sesame paste, put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly, and it creaked, it was called crispy, as if it exploded in his mouth.

  Eating made him nod his head: "Okay, it still tastes and feels like fifty years ago!"

  Wait until the hot pot boiled, I picked up a piece of lamb's brain, and tasted it carefully in my mouth: "Well, this is the authentic one. You can't eat it on Hong Kong Island."

  Maybe because of his mood, the old man has a big appetite, and everyone is also warm and eating happily.

  For the young people, the atmosphere was even more lively. After eating and drinking for a while, it was time to chat.

   "Brother Zhan, how is your side doing now?" Liu Qingshan will go to school tomorrow to sell the vacation, so he can only wait for the rest day to go there.

  Wang Zhan ate a piece of mixed cucumber sticks: "It's been going well for more than a month. The old buildings that should be moved have been moved and are slowly being rebuilt."

   "The main building has been designed by experts, and the foundation is currently being dug to build a Tang City and a Ming and Qing City."

  Ancient buildings, of course, are these eras, which can best reflect their characteristics.

  Liu Qingshan nodded. In the future, TV dramas will be filmed the most in these eras, especially Qing court dramas, which were all badly filmed.

  So he asked again: "Is there any problem with funding?"

  Wang Zhan nodded grinningly: "Of course it's no problem. Manager Hou'er in Heihe called one million first, and the preliminary preparations are enough."

   "When the construction starts next year, experts say that the old nose money, tens of millions may not be enough."

  A film and television city is a bottomless pit, and you can swallow any amount of money.

   Fortunately, there is a border trade that continues to produce blood, otherwise, Liu Qingshan will be drained soon.

  Now, Hou San’s monthly profit is nearly 2 million. The money is lying on the company’s books, which is meaningless at all, and it’s more worry-free to spend.

  The film and television city is expected to be completed in three to five years. By then, it will just enter the golden age of TV dramas, so just sit and wait for the money to be collected.

   This little investment will not be worth mentioning at that time.

   Besides, there is still a big chunk of tourists.

  Liu Qingshan looked at Wang Xiaobing and Cao Xiaofei again: "The logistics support on your side should also keep up, especially as the weather is getting colder and colder, food and heating must be arranged with someone."

   "Boss, don't worry, we are all brothers, there will be no ambiguity."

  Cao Xiaofei nodded vigorously, this is true, they are all from the military, and they are indeed brothers.

  Liu Qingshan then turned to Gao Lingfeng: "Brother Gao, are you still used to working in the company?"

"It's much more comfortable than at work. Pengfei, Xiaobing, and Changsheng are all working hard. By the way, that girl Song Xue is also good. She helped to contact a shop. It's very suitable to start a company. Qingshan, you have time Go see."

  Gao Lingfeng obviously adapted faster, perhaps this has something to do with his mentality: In order to repay the kindness of saving his life, he regarded the company as his own.

  Liu Qingshan's eyes swept over the faces of Zhang qingshan, Wei Bing and Xu Changsheng one by one, and saw that Zhang qingyang and Wei Bing were eating sullenly, but when Xu Changsheng saw his eyes looking over, his lips moved, and finally asked:

   "Fourth, when will we release the tape?"

   Hearing what he said, zhang qingyang and wei bing also stopped their chopsticks and looked this way with concern. It seemed that they were still in a hurry.

   "Starting a company has to be done step by step, and there is no rush."

  Liu Qingshan didn’t think it was funny either, the company’s airs hadn’t even been seen yet, and the equipment wasn’t in place, there were only three or five signed singers, where would the tapes go?

  So he said with a smile: "Then determine the address of the company as soon as possible, complete the procedures, and strive to open on New Year's Day."

   "At this stage, run more errands, try to collect more songs, and the tapes can be released after New Year's Day."

  When those people heard this, they immediately lifted their spirits. In the past two months, they have invested so much in it, and the money they spent made them feel distressed.

  Liu Qingshan doesn't care too much: this is the way of doing business, without input, how can there be output?

   "Qingshan, how many companies do you have?" Huang Yueming looked at Liu Qingshan while eating and assigning work, feeling a little strange.

  Liu Qingshan sandwiched a piece of fat and thin mutton: "It's not too much, Longteng Trading Company is on the other side of Heihe, and specializes in bartering with Maozi."

   "There is also an instant noodle factory, a ham sausage factory, and a bubble gum factory, and then there is the hometown Jiapigou Cooperative."

  Huang Yueming didn't say a word, and started to eat. She also just graduated from a prestigious school in the United States. She returned to Hong Kong University to work as an assistant for her aunt, which she already thought was good.

   But compared with this little cousin, there is simply no comparison.

   "By the way, cousin, if you are willing to join, you can come to work in our entertainment company. There will be a special overseas department responsible for the foreign part."

  Of course Liu Qingshan could see Huang Yueming's thoughts, and felt that being an assistant at the University of Hong Kong would be more secure, but it was not very interesting.

   "I, I'll think about it first." Huang Yueming felt a little confused in his head.

  Liu Qingshan is not in a hurry: "Our company plans to promote Lao Cui and Queen of Tapes to the international market first, and it happens that no one is in charge of this aspect."

   "Which old Cui? Queen of tapes, I have read about her tapes in Time Magazine, and I have heard her tapes, they are amazing!" Huang Yueming suddenly became more excited.

  I have never experienced this kind of feeling when I was working at the University of Hong Kong. There are all rules and regulations, and it is repeated almost every day.

   "Old Cui is the one who sang the cup of life."

  Liu Qingshan knew that his cousin would not be able to withstand this temptation.

  Huang Yueming murmured, then nodded vigorously: "Then I'll try first."

   Yes, and successfully abducted a top student from a prestigious school.

  Liu Qingshan is in a good mood, Huang Yueming is familiar with the situation abroad, so it is indeed more suitable. The most important thing is that they are all real relatives, so don't worry.

  After eating a meal, Huang Shuwen was very satisfied: "After decades, I finally tasted the taste of my hometown again, that's enough!"

  Liu Qingshan chuckled: "Grandpa, we have a lot of food in the old capital. From now on, we will eat differently every day, and we will eat and drink along with it."

  Amidst the laughter of the family, everyone returned with satisfaction.

  Early the next morning, Liu Qingshan went to school by bicycle.

   It is obvious that there are many more vehicles on the street than in the previous two years.

  Ride all the way to the Old Summer Palace, and go there for morning exercises first, the garden is already full of decaying grass.

  Wait until next year, some landscapes will be repaired one after another, and then open to tourists, so you can't just enter and exit so casually.

  Back to school again, after being away for more than a month, I feel very affectionate.

  Looking at the familiar scenery on campus, and those busy and fulfilling classmates, the corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth could not help but slightly twitch: I, Liu Qingshan, are back again!

  Go back to the dormitory to wash up, the three are gone, probably led by Zhang Boss to go out for morning exercises.

  Finally, we met in the cafeteria. The group of four reunited yesterday, but on campus, they were even more cordial.

  Boss Zhang poked Liu Qingshan with his elbow: "There is a new young waitress at window 3, who is in charge of cooking. Fourth brother, go sacrifice yourself first, whoever calls you the most handsome."

   Brush your face when you come back?

  Liu Qingshan looked over there: "They sell buns, they are all the same."

   "The buns can be big or small."

  Wei Bing also shoved the tableware into Liu Qingshan's hand cheaply, causing Liu Qingshan to immediately find a familiar feeling.

  After breakfast, I went to the classroom. When I saw Liu Qingshan appearing, the students were stunned for a moment, and then most of them came up to say hello warmly.

   Several of them asked with concern: "Are you okay at home?"

   When asking for leave, Liu Qingshan didn't say that he was going to Hong Kong Island, only that he had something to do at home.

   "It's okay, it's okay."

  Liu Qingshan agreed with humming and haha, and then borrowed Xu Changsheng's notes, and began to make up for the missed homework.

  Xu Changsheng's notes are recognized as the most neat and detailed in the class. He will accurately record the key points of each professor.

   What is especially rare is that there are some thoughts and insights of his own beside him.

  At this time, most of the college students were relatively innocent. In the class, only Song Lei, who didn't deal with Liu Qingshan and his group very well, was quite gloating.

   Talking to a boy who shared the same bed next to him: "Delayed the class for one and a half months, missed so many classes, these professors are more rigorous than each other, and roll call in every class. I guess I will fail all the courses now."

  Song Lei's family is from Hujiang, and he thinks very highly of himself, but in the class, he is overwhelmed by the people in Liu Qingshan's dormitory, so he is naturally upset.

   Sure enough, in the first class, Professor Yan, who is known for his sternness, came up to roll call as usual. When Liu Qingshan was called, he got up and answered "Yes".

  Professor Yan's gaze swished over, and the timid female student next to her lowered her head involuntarily.

   "Student Liu Qingshan, you are back, go to my office after class!" Professor Yan's voice revealed an unquestionable majesty.

  The hearts of all the students couldn't help sinking, but Song Lei was the only one who was happy: Haha, you deserve it!

   Then I heard Professor Yan still say in his majestic tone:

   "Student Liu Qingshan, you have missed too many courses. After class, take my previous handouts and study them well. Don't forget to return them to me when you finish them."

  For a while, everyone was a little dazed, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief, and they all admired Professor Yan in their hearts: It turns out that Professor Yan has a cold face and a warm heart.

  Looking at Professor Yan on the podium again, it seems that he is much more cordial than before.

  Song Lei was a little frustrated. He didn't understand why Professor Yan, who has always been known for his strictness, had a crush on this kid?

   In the second big class in the morning, there was an old lady who taught economic history. She wore thick glasses and was also known for her staidness.

  When Liu Qingshan was called, he answered again.

  The old lady pressed down her glasses and glanced over the frame: "Liu Qingshan, you missed ten classes in total."

  The liquidation has finally begun this time!

  Song Lei was overjoyed, and really wanted to hug the little old lady and call her grandma.

  The old lady's voice came again: "Liu Qingshan, take some time to go to my office, I will make up for you, then continue to roll call, Song Lei..."

  Song Lei didn't even hear the roll call, he is dumbfounded now: These old professors, did they take the wrong medicine today?

   "Song Lei remembers being absent from class once." The old lady waved a pen unceremoniously.

  Song Lei finally realized: You are really my grandma!

  Wait until the afternoon, when the last session was a self-study class, the counselor He Wanqing walked in:

   "I want to tell everyone a good news. We have built a new computer room in the Department of Economics. In the next class, we will go to the computer room for practical classes. However, because there are too many classes, we will take them every other week."

  The students below immediately became excited, and a few of them usually danced more, and they raised their arms and shouted.

  These students are no strangers to computers. Of course, they are limited to books, and they have basically never seen the real thing.

  Since the proposition that "computers should start from babies" was put forward, all provinces have begun to include courses and theoretical courses one after another.

  Computers, if you only study theory but don’t practice it, it’s definitely worse than that Zhao Kuo.

  These students were going crazy, so when they heard the news suddenly, they couldn't help releasing their long-standing resentment.

  He Wanqing could also understand the feelings of these students, so she just looked at Liu Qingshan with a smile, only to find that this younger brother was busy arranging notes there.

  As the class monitor, Boss Zhang quickly organized the students to line up in two rows, taking small steps towards the computer room.

  When we arrived at the door and saw the neatly arranged computers inside, everyone went crazy, and they were about to rush in in a daze.

  A mop pole was placed on the door very abruptly, and then a majestic voice came from inside: "First read the operating rules outside, and memorize them before you come in."

   It was only then that everyone noticed that there was a blackboard standing next to the door, with more than a dozen written on it, and there was a burst of mourning.

  However, most of those who can come here are academic masters, and soon a boy raised his hand: "Teacher, I've memorized it!"

   After speaking, he was about to step in, but a mop pole almost hit his feet: "It's not honest at all, the first thing is to enter the computer room to change slippers!"

  The guy shrunk his neck and hurriedly took off his shoes. As a result, a big toe squeezed out from the front of the sock very conspicuously, and he curled back vigorously, but he couldn't retract.

   There was a burst of snickering around, and Wei Bing directly began to recite:

   "The leather shoes can be photographed, the hair is well oiled, who knows that the socks on my feet show my toes..."

  (end of this chapter)