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On January 13, Comrade Jianfeng died in Taipei at the age of 78.

The leader of the Bay Area was succeeded by Li Mou. This cargo launched a pragmatic diplomatic policy in the early days, which led to the rapid development of cross-strait relations. As a result, from 1994, it suddenly turned to a comprehensive one, and Barbara knew it all.

In the blink of an eye, in early February, the Spring Festival was approaching.

At seven o'clock in the evening, in the Yilian clothing store, Xu Fei called everyone together and said:

"To put it simply, we have been in business for more than a month, and the benefits are good. In addition to the salary, there are also the performance bonus and the year-end bonus I promised. I wanted to buy some rice noodles and meat. It was too much trouble.

Wow!

The three girls were instantly excited, staring at the red envelope in his hand.

"Tang Tian!"

"Chen Xiaoyu!"

"Wang Bailin!"

One for each person, it is not easy to disassemble in person, but by feel, the inside is quite thick.

"Thirteenth on the 16th, let's take a holiday on the 15th and come back on the fifth day. How about, isn't it the exploitation of capitalists?"

"Of course not, the boss is the best!"

"Hmm, I wish you an early life!"

The tweeting people are especially humorous, don't look at the boss's sternness, he will scold when he makes mistakes, he will not serve food at noon, but he has never deducted money for any reason.

The girls changed their clothes and left first. They couldn't wait to remove the red envelopes just after going out. At first glance, Wang Bailin could have more than 300 yuan-the basic salary was only 80.

Furious, I can finally take the money home!

Subsequently, Xu Fei and Zhang Guiqin also left the account and returned to Baihua Hutong.

Wu Xiaodong flashed early in the winter vacation, Shen Lin also returned to his hometown, the courtyard was slightly deserted. Several people gathered in the Western Chamber, ready to sit on the ground and divide the stolen goods.

Zhang Guiqin looked at the account book and records and said, "Report to everyone. Hey, all are more serious. This is a major economic issue that must be open and transparent, and less trouble in the future.

As of today, a total of 182 coats and sweaters have been sold, 95 types of trousers, 268 pieces of hats, gloves, scarves and ear warmers. Calculate net profit. "

She cracked and abacused, and she was scared, "Ten thousand and five."

"How much?" Zhang Li rarely got sick.

"Everything is said to be fifteen thousand dollars, which is more money than selling packages."

Chen Xiaoxu pretended to be calm, and his small hands were shaking slightly.

Only Xu Fei is really calm, please! The prime location in the capital, the seller's market, the star effect, the new year's trend, the new trend ... so many factors plus one piece, the monthly profit is not more than 10,000, and it's a hit!

It is impossible to judge the consumption in the 1980s with the thinking of future generations. Although the income is not high, the employees of the decent units have a little deposit, because there is no place to spend, there is no pressure to buy a house and see a doctor.

He invested so high in the early stage, and he had very few deposits left. This is also a bit low. And as the brand is established and its influence expands, it will only get better and better.

Several people chatted excitedly for a while, Xu Fei and Zhang Guiqin went back to the house and whispered: "Mom, I want to give them a little red, how much is appropriate?"

"It's time to break, it's not easy for the girl's family to get busy before and after the New Year ..."

Zhang Guiqin thought for a while and waved his big hand, "Two thousand per person."

"Oh, you are bright!"

Xu Fei gave a thumbs-up, "Then you will take the heavy responsibility, and I definitely can't ask for it."

"I'll be what you are all day ..."

My mother had countless 4,000 yuan, split into two red envelopes, and stood at the door called: "Xiaoxu Xiaoli, come on."

"Ok?"

The two of them entered the main house for unknown reasons, and Chen Xiaoxu unscrewed the TV, with "Journey to the West" in it: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ... "

"Are you going home for the New Year?" Zhang Guiqin asked casually.

"Go back, my aunt brought me a ticket, let's go together."

"I returned too." Zhang Li said.

"Do you have enough time?"

"I can only ask for leave. I didn't plan to go back. My dad was not in good health recently, so he thought about going home."

Oh, just for a reason.

The mother paused and said, "You are all good children. This paragraph has helped a lot, inside and out. This is my heart, Xiaoli, you hold something to buy and honor your parents. Xiao Xu you……"

"Thank you aunt!"

"..."

Zhang Guiqin didn't want to care about her, just talked to Zhang Li.

"This, this I can't want!"

"Let's hold it if you hold it. It's your new year's money. Well, I'm angry if you're welcome."

She had no choice but to accept the red envelope.

………………

Xu Fei did not want to be alone, but also took leave to go home.

Compared with Jingcheng, Ancheng seems to have little change. Xu Xiaowen is very comfortable with himself. Every day, the bubble tea club talks about books, and the wonton shop is basically handed over to Qi Rourou.

This year's Spring Festival Gala was very nice. Zhao Lirong took the stage for the first time and performed a sketch with You Benchang; A Mao sang "Missing", and Teacher Jiang said Liang Zuo's crosstalk "Elevator Adventure".

Of course there is Brother Niu's "Qiao Li Ming Mu", "Leadership, wasting ..."

In fact, before and after the Spring Festival in 1988, it was quite special days. Just as Xu Fei's family reunited, some crucial things also happened in other places.

Wang Shuo's house in Beijing.

Migayama, the director of Emei Film Studio, is visiting Wang Shuo.

This product was married last year, the daughter-in-law was pregnant, and she lived with her parents. He is no longer a poor man a few years ago. He has gained fame in the literary world and his readership has grown rapidly.

His colloquial writing style is gradually affecting young people, the most obvious is the abolition of quantifiers. People used to say "I'm a buddy", but after Wang Shuo's fire, it became "I'm a buddy".

"This is a short story and can't support a movie. The script has to trouble you." Migayama said.

"Fine, you'll get it in a few days. Hey who are you going to play with?"

"It's not decided yet, but it must be from Beijing, otherwise it won't come out."

"Hey, rushing at you, I won't discount it, let's go, let's eat dumplings!"

Migayama came here for the adaptation rights of a novel. Because the daughter-in-law was about to give birth, Wang Shuo was anxious to use the money, talked about 3,000 yuan, and paid 800 yuan in advance.

After talking about the business, the two parties went to the restaurant downstairs to eat dumplings.

Migashan is the second generation of serious officials. His father is a senior official in the former city of Rongcheng. He took a daughter-in-law named Pan Hong. Although she left, she was a winner in life.

He valued the film very much, so he made a military order with the factory, so he was very cautious, "That shouldn't be said, since we have negotiated, then ..."

"Relax, I don't do that injustice."

Wang Shuo was pleased today and slapped the table. "Even if Coppola comes, I won't sell it to him!"

The novel is called, "Goddess".

...

Palace Theatre, West Berlin.

A movie was finished, when the screen was dark, the lights were on, and the applause of the sky washes away the nerves of a man who looked like an old farmer.

"Are you all right?" The person next to me asked.

"it's okay no problem."

He shook his head vigorously, rubbed his eyes again, and then listened to the host on stage:

"Here is the creator of" Red Sorghum "on stage, director Zhang Yimou ..."

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