Chapter 67 The Golden Age (1) [Please recommend! ! 】
Jiang Feng hesitated for three days.
He didn't dare to open Han Guishan's memory.
In the past three days, he still went to Han Guishan's house to make pickled vegetable dumplings every day. Han Guishan never lost his composure and was still the same delicious boss with a smile, but his painful look that day was deeply imprinted in Jiang Feng's heart.
What kind of painful memories can make a middle-aged man who has experienced great storms cry so uncontrollably.
Jiang Feng does not think he is a person who can accept painful scenes. If Han Guishan's memory is about life and death, and Jiang Feng cannot exit midway when he enters the memory, he is afraid that his heart will not be able to bear it.
After three full days of mental preparation, Jiang Feng took a deep breath and clicked yes on the option.
Jiang Feng fell into a white mist.
It's a train station.
Jiang Feng followed Han Guishan closely, dodging people passing by.
As soon as he saw his surroundings clearly, he realized that he was squeezed into the crowd. Although he could wear objects but not people, Han Guishan was simply in front of him, holding a huge snakeskin bag in one hand. With Han Guishan opening the way in front, Jiang Feng could barely squeeze out. crowd.
Finally leaving the train station, Jiang Feng breathed in and out with big mouthfuls of hard-won precious fresh air.
The air in the train station is turbid, and the people who have traveled long distances on the train for several days without a change of clothes are smelling of sweat, smelly feet, and the smell of steamed buns and corn in their bags, which neutralizes it. The smell together reminded Jiang Feng of the mountain of garbage in Li Ming's shed and the cabin of Jiang Weiguo's trip to Shanghai.
These are painful experiences that I don’t want to recall.
The younger version of Han Guishan, who was in his twenties, was dragging his two large snakeskin bags of goods and was a little confused at the train station entrance.
The snakeskin bag contained almost all of their family's belongings.
His father died at the beginning of the year. He died of overwork. He fell asleep and never woke up.
Leaving behind their ten brothers and sisters and their elderly grandma, his father passed away with injuries all over his body.
His younger sister is only 11 years old, his grandma is almost 60, his eldest brother spent the last two years emptying his family fortune to marry his sister-in-law, and his second brother is 27 and still a bachelor.
The Shenzhen market has developed rapidly in the past few years, and people from outside the city are trying to get in. Newspapers report every day that there is gold everywhere in the Shenzhen market, but Han Guishan doesn't feel it at all. Six years ago, the production brigade used a registered capital of 74 yuan to set up a fishhook factory. The 74 yuan was raised by every household in the brigade. Three years ago, rice cost 29 yuan a load, but now 29 yuan can only buy a load of cornmeal.
He used all their cash to go to various factories and buy some substandard defective products, including two snakeskin bags, iron frogs, toothbrushes, sea soul shirts, tea cups, and all kinds of mess. Now there are only 200 kilograms of cornmeal left at home. If he can't sell these things and pay back the money, his sisters may starve to death.
Han Guishan clutched the two snakeskin bags tightly, his palms sweating from nervousness, but he didn't know where to go.
Others went to the Shenzhen market to pan for gold, but he came to the mainland to pan for gold. After buying the ticket, he still had 29 cents, and he had no money for the ticket back. He had just made a desperate decision and bought the ticket to Shudi blindly. Now that he had left the train station, Han Guishan had no idea where to go.
Jiang Feng didn't know that Han Guishan was thinking about so many things while he was sitting there in a daze. If Han Guishan didn't move, he would wander around. There are quite a few vendors at the entrance of the train station, basically selling tea eggs and boiled corn, some selling drinks, and even newspaper stalls.
Jiang Feng glanced at the date on the newspaper.
July 6, 1987.
"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the earth..." Uncle Benshan's words suddenly popped into Jiang Feng's mind. Hey, it's all because he watches too many ghost videos.
No wonder Han Guishan appeared at the train station, he must have come to the mainland from Shenzhen to sell goods.
Han Guishan observed at the train station entrance for a long time, but he didn't find anyone selling goods like him carrying big bags of goods, so he decided to use the stupidest way, selling door to door like a salesman.
The result is obvious.
At the end of the day, Han Guishan was done talking, the soles of his shoes were almost worn out, and he had not sold anything.
Shu Jiangfeng said bluntly that with Han Guishan's dry salesmanship, he just said that things were defective, and it was hard to be honest enough to sell them.
Moreover, this is a provincial capital. Jiang Feng looked at those people and had no interest in Han Guishan's goods.
Everyone wants foreign-style things like radios and watches. The items in Han Guishan’s snakeskin bag are all daily gadgets, so people in provincial capitals naturally don’t care about them.
Han Guishan sat on the street in a daze, panting.
It looked like he was thinking about life.
"Hey, hey, what about you!" Han Guishan was in a daze, and the female staff member of the state-owned hotel opposite him stood at the door and called him with a smile.
That female staff member was Wang Jing, Han Guishan's future wife. Unfortunately, Jiang Feng didn't know or recognize her.
"Where are you from?" Wang Jing asked.
Nowadays, self-operated small restaurants are blooming everywhere, and the business of state-owned restaurants is not as good as before. Without customers, Wang Jing was so happy that she ran out to chat with Han Guishan.
"I'm from Shenzhen City." Han Guishan answered honestly.
"Come from Shenzhen City?" Wang Jing obviously didn't believe it. Han Guishan was dressed like a country boy entering the city for the first time. He didn't think he was from Shenzhen City, which everyone yearned for.
"Forget it, let's pretend that you are from Shenzhen City. Were you buying goods just now?" Wang Jing asked.
Han Guishan nodded.
"How can you sell goods like this? You actually tell people that your goods are scrapped from defective factories. How can you say that you can sell things?" Wang Jing said with a smile, maybe because he seemed panicked, but also felt that Han Guishan It was very interesting, so I asked a few questions, "What do you sell? Radios?"
"Ah, I..." Han Guishan doesn't usually deal with people, and he only knows one person from the production brigade. Wang Jing is so familiar to him, which makes him very confused, "I just, I don't sell radios, I sell toothbrushes and Haihun shirts. , towel, cup ”
"And the tin frog."
"How do you sell these things? Nowadays, the streets are full of Haihun shirts. Others come from Shenzhen market to sell radios, TV sets, tapes and celebrity photos. What you sell in these department stores are still defective products. Who bought it from you?" Wang Jing said.
Han Guishan seemed to have been handed a basin of cold water.
"By the way, what is the tin frog you just mentioned?" Wang Jing asked.
"It's for children. Just wind it up and it will jump. Let me show it to you." Han Guishan pulled out a tin frog from the bottom of the snakeskin bag. He couldn't speak clearly and demonstrated it to Wang Jing in person.
The tin frog is a new thing. Wang Jing is not married but she has a nephew. She works in a state-owned hotel and is not short of money: "This thing is good, how much does it cost?"
Han Guishan was stuck again.
To put it bluntly, he now has a bit of social phobia.
He came to Shu as soon as his mind got hot, and he didn't think much about other things at all. He didn't sell anything all day long. In fact, he didn't even think about the price.
He also didn't know how to price it.
"One piece for four!" Han Guishan glanced at Wang Jing carefully.
He collected these for one yuan and twenty, and after collecting 20 of them, each of them earned two cents and twenty, which was 4 yuan. Han Guishan felt that it was already a huge profit.
He was afraid that Wang Jing would find it expensive.
"How about one thirty-five cents?" Han Guishan asked carefully.
Wang Jing burst into laughter.
"You're going to die if you do this business! If you go out and sell this kind of toy for 3 yuan, people will want it, but you actually sell it for 1.35 cents." Wang Jing said, "The 1.35 cents you said is not what I said. , don’t regret selling it.”
"Hmm... Well, I won't regret it." Han Guishan was frightened by Wang Jing's price of three yuan a piece. At three yuan a piece, twenty can earn 36 yuan, which is enough for the ticket.
"Okay, I won't take advantage of you. I bought this tin frog for one thirty-five cents, and I'll treat you to dinner. Master Jiang is in charge today, so you're in for a treat. I'll treat you to Mapo tofu and meat buns. , the discount is more than three yuan, you make a profit!" Wang Jing said, pulling Han Guishan through the door.
Han Guishan was dumbfounded by Wang Jing and followed her blankly, dragging the snakeskin bag.
"Master Jiang, one portion of Mapo Tofu and two meat buns!" Wang Jing shouted inside, then turned to explain to Han Guishan, "The meat buns made by Master Jiang are big and delicious. Don't say I'm stingy. They cost a lot." Selling them for fifty cents each!”
Han Guishan sat down at a loss and asked: "Is it true that what you just said, the tin frog can be sold for three yuan?"
"Of course, I can still lie to you. You go to the compound and sell it. There may be people willing to buy this new and unprecedented gadget for five yuan each."
Five dollars!
Han Guishan felt like he could hardly breathe.
He can hardly calculate how much money he can make by selling each for five yuan. He only has twenty tin frogs. If he has forty, sixty, one hundred, or even two hundred tin frogs, then he The second brother doesn’t have enough money to marry a wife. Maybe he already has enough money to marry a wife.
If Jiang Feng could know what Han Guishan was thinking at this time, he would probably laugh to death. A big boss who would be worth billions thirty years later, his dream when he was in his twenties was to save money for his second brother and marry himself a wife. , what kind of fantasy plot is this.
"Are you really from Shenzhen?" Wang Jing asked again.
Han Guishan nodded affirmatively.
Wang Jing suddenly felt a little disillusioned with the Shenzhen city, but she still refused to give up: "Does everyone in your place live in high-rise buildings, have TVs and radios, and the streets are full of cars?"
Han Guishan thought for a while: "There are cars on the street, but not everyone can live in a building. My family has a radio but not a TV. My eldest brother bought it to marry my sister-in-law."
"Okay." Wang Jing looked disappointed, looked at the contents of his two big snakeskin bags, and asked, "What are you going to do with these two big bags?"
"Ask one by one, and someone will buy it." Han Guishan could only use the stupidest method.
Wang Jing:......
"Forget it, help people to the end, let me give you a warning. This is the provincial capital, and these things are not rare for you, but in the counties, villages, and villages below, this is a rare thing. We have many mountains here, and there are many counties. There are no buses to the township, so you can only walk. If you are not afraid of being tired, take a bus to Y County and walk down to the next county, you will definitely be able to sell these things." Wang Jing gave Han Guishan an analysis.
Han Guishan nodded thoughtfully.
While talking, Master Jiang finished cooking the Mapo Tofu.
Wang Jing rarely served a customer and brought Mapo tofu and steamed buns to Han Guishan, as well as a bowl of white rice. Han Guishan had been hungry all day. He devoured the food on the table in three or two mouthfuls at such a speed that he probably didn't even taste it.
After eating, Han Guishan gave the tin frog to Wang Jing, carefully put the money into his underwear, picked up the things, and asked: "How to get to Y County?"
"It's too late now and we don't have a car. There won't be one until seven o'clock tomorrow morning." Wang Jing said, "Go find a guest house and rest for the night."
"I don't want to take the bus, I'll walk there." Han Guishan said. His brothers and sisters were still eating bran-thick vegetables at home. He had just eaten white rice and meat buns, so how could he take the bus again.
"It's more than sixty miles from here to County Y, and the ticket only costs two yuan."
Han Guishan didn't even have two dollars.
Wang Jing had no choice but to draw a simple route map on the table with water. Han Guishan read it once and wrote it down before leaving the state-owned hotel.
Almost at the same time that Han Guishan went out, Master Jiang Duan came out and teased Wang Jing: "Why, I have fallen in love with this young man."
Jiang Feng turned around and froze on the spot when he saw Master Jiang's face.
How is that possible!
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