1979 Golden Age

Qianmen, east of the Arrow Tower.

This tea stall has not changed much, there are still 12 people, and the customer flow is still very large, but Huang Zhanying has been worried recently.

At the beginning, a news article in the newspaper made the tea stall popular, and the income soared, and more than 3,000 bowls were sold every day.

With popularity and money, others also came to learn. Not long ago, on the west side of the Arrow Tower, another cooperative also set up a tea stall in a dignified manner, and they had a lot of people, 20 people!

This attracted a lot of customers, and Huang Zhanying had a record. Recently, the daily sales volume has been declining, and only more than 2,000 bowls can be sold.

"It's getting hotter and hotter... Hey, do you still sell tea in the summer?"

"In the summer, we let it cool down and drink it to quench your thirst."

"Oh, that's fine, but I still like to eat some popsicles or something, that's cool."

"Yes, yes! When it gets hot, we'll also buy popsicles, and you can come back then!"

Huang Zhanying sent the customer away and buried his head in wiping the table. He was not so worried anymore. As the saying goes, the legacy plan is determined in Liaodong. A guy had already made arrangements and even found the source of goods.

"Warm a bowl of wine and a plate of fennel beans!"

At this time, a clear and light voice came into his ears. Huang Zhanying didn't even raise his head and said, "Sorry, comrade, we are a tea stall. If you want to drink, go to a small wine shop. There is one over there."

"No culture, personal cultivation is also part of the revolutionary struggle!"

Huh?

When Huang Zhanying raised his head, he saw that guy holding the familiar 28-bar and looking at him with a smile.

"Ah!"

"Comrade Chen Qi!"

"Comrade Zhan Ying! We finally met at Jinggangshan!"

The two shook hands tightly.

"Chen Qi is back!"

"Everyone, come on, Chen Qi is back!"

"Have you finished writing the script? How is it, can it be filmed?"

"Then we can watch your work in the cinema in the future?"

Friends came up one after another, Chen Qi shook hands with them one by one, saying things like "The literary and artistic front is in deep water and hot fire" and "Making good movies is to serve the people", etc. Everyone laughed, and the front door was filled with a happy atmosphere.

After a while of noise, everyone continued to work.

Huang Zhan Ying pulled him to the back of the tea stall, and now he didn't have to sit on the ground, there was a small stool.

"Just a few days after you left, the district leaders came. They came suddenly without any prior notice, so I didn't tell you. They praised us and said they were very supportive, but I didn't see any actual actions.

After that, they said that the city leaders would also come, but the time has not been determined. I want to find you after it is confirmed."

"Okay, you did a good job."

Chen Qi nodded. The district leaders didn't need to be received by him. They had to be city leaders. Brother Jiayin would just meet with a provincial official...

"How is business recently?"

"It's a bit bad. A tea stall has opened in the west. I heard that there is also one in the Temple of Heaven Park. The tea stalls are very popular now."

"Have the sandals arrived?"

"Five hundred pairs have arrived and are stored on the street."

"Five hundred pairs are not enough? Fifty thousand pairs are not too many!"

" You really dare to think, where can the Second Plastic Factory get 50,000 pairs of sandals for us? "

After chatting for a while, Chen Qi stood up and clapped his hands, called everyone over, and said: "Comrades, you have worked hard during this period. I am ashamed, but I am not a deserter. I just rushed to the battlefield of the literary and artistic front.

You know that I went to revise the script, and now the script has been approved.

I wanted to celebrate with everyone, but I don’t have any tickets, so I said, how many tickets can you get, all come together, I will pay for it, and treat everyone to a restaurant!"

Everyone applauded and laughed: "Writing scripts is different, just like a leader."

"Haha, I will call you Director Chen from now on?"

"Don’t mention it, Director Chen sounds pretty good!"

"I want to eat meat! The meat that is not fried is fried!"

After staying here for a while, Chen Qi pushed the cart away.

He ran to the west side of the arrow tower to take a look. There was indeed a tea stall with about 20 people, and it was lively and energetic. The two sides were about 100 meters apart, and the shouting on this side could be heard on the other side.

According to Huang Zhanying, although these people set up tea stalls, they did not cause trouble or provoke, and they did business honestly.

The street could not say anything, after all, they were all cooperatives.

Big bowl tea is not a monopoly.

"20 people are not a small number. If you can absorb them, absorb them. It will also strengthen yourself and become a force."

Chen Qi rode on his bike and left leisurely, thinking in his heart, how about a business war like 1979?

…………

"The kid from the old Chen family is back!"

"Oh, he's back. Did his book get rejected?"

"I wanted to, but he passed. My child graduated from high school, and he only wrote five words in two hours in the room. Where can I go to reason with him?"

"He is still talented. Talent is unreasonable!"

Chen Qi returned to the compound and was once again surrounded by people like a monkey.

Working at Xinhua Bookstore, no matter how miserable you are on weekdays, at least you know a lot of words, and the more words you know, the more you read, and the more you read, the more you think. Everyone feels that they are angels with broken wings, and there is a little bit of bourgeois in their bones.

Books and movies are the two spiritual pillars of the institute.

And then you tell me that the ordinary child of my colleague's family wrote a script and got it approved? What, you started "Genshin Impact"?

Envy, jealousy, jealous eyes like digging into the corner of capitalism...

The compound has seven inner courtyards, with more than a hundred people, almost trampling the threshold of the Chen family. Three of the ten people are here to watch the fun, three are here to be sarcastic, and the rest are here to introduce a date.

"Xiu Li, I'm not saying anything, your kid is 19 years old, hurry up and get married, and you can worry less. My niece from my mother's family works in a garment factory, earning 40 yuan a month. She's pretty and tall, but there are some minor flaws on her face."

"Don't listen to her nonsense, the mole on her niece's face is bigger than a pot lid!"

"I have a niece who is better, she looks like Liu Xiaoqing..."

Chen Qi sat quietly in the corner, keeping a polite smile, and didn't express any opinions at all. Chen Jianjun smiled and occasionally said something, because now it was Yu Xiu Li's home court.

Yu Xiu Li had long been full of emotions, maneuvering in a small house of 20 square meters. This was the first time she had such a good time in her 40-plus years of life.

It was more enjoyable than the wedding day!

If you don't return to your hometown when you are rich and powerful, it's like walking in the night in brocade clothes. Chen Qi did not hide anything and came back openly. When the neighbors left one after another, he also openly told them about his royalties.

If the family is full of excellent relatives, it does not matter if you hide one or two things. If the family is very good, then there is no need. Besides, to be honest, he can earn this 800 yuan if he wants.

But the impact on his parents was huge.

"You, you, you took so much royalties?"

"Did the Beijing Film Studio make a mistake?"

My parents were stunned when they looked at the passbook with a red and yellow background. The cover said "current savings passbook" and the words "People's Bank of China" were written below.

The passbook is made of kraft paper, and the coarse fibers are clearly visible. At present, the three major banks, Agricultural Bank of China, Construction Bank of China, and Bank of China, are being restored one after another, and then the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China was established in 1984.

"Here's what I think. We only have a radio at home now, so it's better to buy a big item."

"Buy a TV and a tape recorder so we can listen to music, and then buy a bicycle, so we have two bicycles, which are enough to use separately, oh..."

"You are so mean?"

Yu Xiuli slapped him and cursed: "A 9-inch black and white TV costs 400 yuan! A foreign-brand tape recorder costs more than 200 yuan. You only earn 800 yuan in total, and you still want to spend it all? You are a spendthrift!"