Hello, 1983

Hey, look at their service attitude. It's really good. It's much better than those salespeople in state-owned stores. They all seem to owe them 80,000 Tibetans. They're not buying anything from his family.

This is not false at all. In the 1970s and 1980s, there was such a sentence, which was the most enviable profession in society at that time: stethoscope steering wheel, personnel cadre and sales clerk.

This can not be described only by the iron rice bowl, but the golden rice bowl.

You said that people who hold golden rice bowls need to be polite to ordinary people?

Bah, beautiful to think!

The boss asked for two more big steamed buns, and he kept nagging. Although he wanted to eat fried dough sticks more, he held back.

The reason is very simple. Youtiao is more expensive than steamed bread, and steamed bread is only two taels, only five cents.

Although this time, the travel expenses were ultimately paid from the cooperative, but the boss and uncle are used to being diligent and thrifty.

After eating a few sticks, you will be satisfied.

Looking at the essence through the phenomenon, Liu Qingshan thinks more deeply: the competition between various business forms has already begun. As for who will be eliminated in the end, it goes without saying that attitude decides everything.

When the two men left the breakfast shop, the owner of the car burped contentedly: I'm so full, when would I be able to eat fried dough sticks every morning, it would be a fairy life?

This is the era when you can eat a meal of fried dough sticks for a week.

Liu Qingshan smiled without saying a word: Uncle Boss, you probably won't be able to live your life as an immortal. By then, you should grab the cornmeal pancakes every morning.

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

This is not limited to flowers, birds, insects and fish. Most of these winters have disappeared, replaced by various small stalls that have sprung up, almost spontaneously forming a small market.

With the gradual relaxation of the above policies, those young people who are unemployed at home after returning to the city have also begun to take action.

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

One of the most popular stalls is a clothing seller.

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

Gangzi's object, Xiaomei, was helping the customer try on clothes, and he complimented a few words from time to time. In the end, the customer happily paid.

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

Wearing four pockets on the body, don't put on the pen and look, this is called a matching set.

With a pen in his hand, Hou San put it in his pocket: Look, my hero brand pen costs only two yuan, which is not enough for your clothes.

The same is true for those who buy clothes, so I bought them.

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

Hou San grinned: Gangzi, I am a small business, I can make a little money, and you are called Rijin Doujin.

After the flattery was over, he sighed again by himself: It's different from the same people, if I had such a big capital, I would turn the tape recorder upside down!

Next to Hou San's fountain pen stall is the antique stall. The middle-aged stall owner took over with a smile:

The three sons have also grown in the past few months. If you can be ruthless and do some small business, this thing is like a snowball, and it will get bigger as you go.

Hou San nodded, and when he saw another customer coming to the clothing stand to look at the clothes, he also quickly prepared the pen.

However, why does this customer look familiar?

Then I heard the young customer shout: You clothes,

I'm all wrapped up!

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

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

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

Hou San patted his thigh, and his round eyes flashed, and he hurriedly moved forward.

Last time, it was only by borrowing the light of this little God of Wealth and earning some capital that he could start a small business. This time, maybe there is a big business?

Liu Qingshan said hello to Sister Xiaomei again, and Xiaomei smiled happily. These days, she only knew what it was to make money.

And the money and capital were brought by this little Liu brother in front of her, how could she not be happy?

After that, Liu Qingshan began to give his opinions: Brother Gangzi, your slogan is not true, it seems that only cadres can wear them, you have to shout like this, look at my four pockets, everyone wears like a big cadre.

Gangzi blinked twice, then nodded, he seemed to understand a little.

After a few chats, Liu Qingshan introduced the boss to Gangzi and the others.

Because he had been to Jiapigou, Gangzi was somewhat impressed by the uncle of the boss, so he picked up a Chinese tunic suit: Uncle, I will sell this to you at a cost. After wearing it, I will immediately be on the same level as a commune cadre.

The boss was so frightened 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 pouted: I was dragged away by Nurse Li, saying that I was learning a foreign language. Who knows what I'm going to learn?

Anything?

Liu Qingshan also asked a question very gossip.

Regarding the little nurse named Li Xuemei, Liu Qingshan felt that she was not bad. She was a positive girl. If she was with her, Wu Jianjun would definitely not go astray.

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

After he finished speaking, he remembered something: Qingshan, when you came to Spring City this time, it wasn't the car sent by a foreigner to you, right?

This guy's reaction was a bit slow, Liu Qingshan smiled and nodded.

Niu, my brother is a cow, brother, can you tell my brother to drive a lap first and have a good time?

Gangzi rubbed his hands in excitement.

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

Just now, he slumped again, but when he saw Hou San's little head approaching, the guy immediately started to twitch again:

Hou San, you said that my brother is bullshit, the foreigner who rescued last time, you should be there, just send my brother a car!

What, send a car, or import a car!

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

The gap between people is so big!

Liu Qingshan didn't want to make this matter known to everyone, he waved his hand towards Gangzi and began to change the subject: How's business going recently?

Gangzi is now shrewd, of course, he can't directly say how much he earned, he pointed to the clothes and said.

This batch of goods came in, and they were almost sold again. Brother Fei said, if you are in a hurry to use the money, take the capital back first, and the dividends will be calculated together at the end of the year.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: Let's not talk about dividends, if you can turn around, I will withdraw some money back, and I am going to buy something this time.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. This time, Hou San understood: it turned out that Brother Fei and Gangzi did business, and the capital was paid by Comrade Liu.

After thinking about it, Hou San started scratching his head: It would be great if you could lend me some capital. Why don't I have such a friend as Hou San?

But this matter can only be imagined in my heart. If you don't know it, even if you meet it once, you haven't got that kind of friendship.

The middle-aged stall owner who sold antiques also greeted Liu Qingshan with a smile: Little comrade, we meet again, or you have the skills.

Uncle, can we not mention this?

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

Isn't this still for you?

The stall owner is very talkative, mainly because the price is relatively high. In the past six months, each ticket has risen by almost 50 cents, and there are not many people who can eat the whole page.

Liu Qingshan also said twice: I'm just talking to you, I bought it.

When the stall owner heard it, he also took out the stamp album: In the past few months, a lot of stamps have risen one after another, but I admire the character of the little brother. We are still at the old price, one thousand yuan.

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

As for other stamps, there seems to be a lot more. Liu Qingshan knows that there are many stamps in special periods, which are very valuable.

It must be a big profit to start with, a few million is appropriate, but he now has 1,500 yuan of funds, and, with this money, he is going to buy a TV back.

Grandpa, grandma and mother are at home, watching the news and chasing TV dramas when they have nothing to do. That's what he should be filial piety to as a junior.

Qingshan, buy it if you like it, and we'll give you the money first.

Gangzi shouted, then rode a bicycle and went home to withdraw 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 that stamp collectors like to gather.

Not only do I love stamps, but I also love these antiques.

Liu Qingshan didn't have much spare money at the moment, and he had to use the money on the blade, so he could only smile and shook his head, and said to Hou San.

Brother Hou, thank you first, and I will trouble you when I have some spare money.

There was also a trace of disappointment in Hou San's heart: it seems that he can only have a chance in the future.

After a while, Gangzi came back on his bike and threw a bundle of Great Unity to the middle-aged stall owner. When he saw Hou San, the boss and the others, their eyes widened.

When the stall owner finished counting the money, the money and goods were cleared, and both parties were very satisfied.

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

Qingshan, you were tricked by this guy!

After roaring, he grabbed the collar of the stall owner's jacket: Hurry up and return the money to us, these stamps of yours are obviously eight cents a piece, but they are sold to Qingshan for several dollars a piece, you fool the ghost. Woolen cloth!

As he said that, the uncle of the boss was still pushing hard.

He was chasing a big car, and he had thrown the whip for more than 20 years. His hands were far superior to ordinary people.

This made him both angry and laughing: Brother, do you understand stamp collecting?

Liu Qingshan also hurried forward and rescued the stall owner: Uncle boss, it's not a lie, these stamps have collectible value, so the value is higher than the face value.

Anyway, I don't understand. There are eight cents printed on it. I have read it. Some of them are stamped with postmarks. The ones that have been used are simply scraps of paper.

The owner of the car was still muttering, this matter is too far beyond his comprehension.