Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

Not long ago, Nanyi had just heard about a similar case. A group of people broke into the yard of a family, picked up a three-year-old baby boy, and were about to leave when the boy's ten-year-old sister happened to bump into him. My younger brother was snatched away by outsiders, how could my elder sister not fight to the death.

Losing my younger brother, not to mention my elder sister, I can't get through it, even my parents can't get through it at all. In all likelihood, when my parents think of my younger brother in the future, my elder sister will be beaten severely, and there will be even more serious consequences.

But the result of the fight to the death-the younger brother was still taken away, and the older sister was chopped three times on the head.

Traffickers like this are a little afraid and awed by "adults", and what's more, they break into ordinary people's homes directly at night, first reward the sleeping parents with a handful of quicklime, and then pick up the baby boy between them just go.

The business model of the human trafficker industry is diverse, flexible and changeable, with small capital and large profits, and endless growth.

After consulting with the mind control team, in order to avoid Nan Wuwei's psychological shadow, Liu Zhen asked for leave, and Nanyi's family of three went to Beidaihe for a week.

In his spare time, Nanyi thought about what he could do to fight against human traffickers, but after much deliberation, there was very little he could do. The law clearly told him that he could not do this, and that would not work.

After the storm, the sea temporarily calmed down, and Nanyi's family also returned to normal. Liu Zhen went back to work, and Nan Wuwei went back to continue playing warmly.

Before Nanyi went to Nanchen Village, the Hulu brothers and sisters began to fall apart. The many conveniences Nanyi provided for the children to play well did not win the favor of other children's parents. The rats make a fuss in Tokyo, and then it becomes a threesome with clangs, and only childhood sweethearts are alone in the end.

Nanyi has become a typical representative of the unpopularity in this area, and Nan Wuwei has also become the object that other parents say they don't allow their children to play with.

The two kids were playing popsicle sticks in the living room, while Nan Yi was cooking in the kitchen while thinking, "The family members who are usually warm at this point should come to pick up the children and go back to eat, why haven't they come at this point today?"

With doubts, Nanyi prepared the food and brought it to the dining table outside.

"Nuannuan, are your parents not at home?"

"Uncle, yesterday my mother and uncle fought, my father scolded my mother, and my mother was not at home."

Nuan Nuan's real name is Wen Yuanyuan. Her father and her grandparents were both teachers of Tsinghua University, but it seems that her grandparents died in the countryside that year. Nanyi only heard about this and did not investigate it.

The people living on this side of the old bungalow are all teachers, and they have no power to restrain them. Even if their character is not good, the place where they do evil is the school. It has nothing to do with Nanyi, so he has no need to investigate the details of the neighbors;

So apart from the fact that the two neighbors usually move a little bit, and Nanyi knows the general situation, he just listens to rumors about other neighbors, otherwise he knows nothing.

"Does Nuan Nuan have an uncle?" Nanyi left a question mark in his mind, and after restraining himself from associating with evil, he said to Wen Yuanyuan: "Then you stay at Uncle's house for dinner, Wuwei, take Nuan Nuan to wash your hands. "

"Yeah."

Nan Wuwei responded, put down the popsicle stick in his hand, and dragged Wen Yuanyuan to the second floor, without any intention of asking for permission.

Wen Yuanyuan let him pull her without a trace of resistance.

Nanyi has never had a childhood sweetheart in his two lifetimes, nor has he had the experience of playing a family. He looked at his son's back enviously, and sighed for a while.

During the meal, Nan Yi waited on his son, and by the way, Wen Yuanyuan who might become his daughter-in-law. After they had finished eating, they disappeared with sharp eyesight, leaving the living room to the two of them.

Outside the Drum Tower, Nan Yi and Huang San'er will meet up there.

"Master Nan, I've found out about Guan Guiman's background. He's an old gangster and a house bug. It's a bit difficult for you to think about his house."

"Tell me in detail."

"As you guessed, Guan Guiman's ancestor was an official. It turned out that many of his family businesses were almost wiped out by his father. The house can be kept, it depends on Guan Guiman's life experience. Guan Guiman's mother It turns out that Wang Guangfu was born in Xiaoxia, Yuelaidian, Xiejie Street..."

"Did you get it wrong? Isn't the Guan family a family of officials and eunuchs? How could they find a concubine from Wang Guangfu's Xie Street? Shouldn't they find a concubine in Rouge Hutong?"

Bada Hutong is composed of eight hutongs. The kilns inside are divided into four classes. The first class is called Qingyin Xiaoban. It exists in legends. The girls in it are all proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they are all good at reciting poems. Guests want to talk about Li Bai Yes, you can talk about Tagore, even if the guests want to talk about the dispute between the North and the South, Sun and Yuan, they can talk about it clearly and logically.

Chatting with the guests, accompanying the guests to mourn the spring and autumn, the guests want to do something practical, unless they send troops to surround the Eight Great Hutongs, otherwise, hehe, they are more reserved than the girlfriends of later generations.

During the period of the Republic of China, celebrity professors liked to go to the small class of Qingyin to drink flower wine. At that time, this was a fashion.

The second class is called the tea room. The girls in it are good at painting and singing, and have good looks. Going to the tea room is like going to a "dinner" for later generations.

The name of the third class is very ugly, called the lower class, let's put it this way, the famous "heaven and earth" is almost at the level of the lower class.

Below the third class, there is a lower class called Xiao Xia Chu, which is equivalent to the upper middle level in nightclubs...

Among the eight major hutongs, the highest-grade Qingyin classes are almost all concentrated in the shortest Yanzhi Hutong, and most of the Wangguangfu Xiejie are third-class lower places, but this alley is closer to some theaters and restaurants, and there are also a few teahouses here and there. .

"Master Nan, that's right. Guan Guiman's father only found his mother when his family was almost ruined. It's not bad to welcome a young man back home."

"Oh, you go on."

"Guan Guiman's mother was regarded as a foreign house, so his father kept him in that house. Later, when his father ruined the mansion's property, he also smoked opium to death, and the house escaped disaster. "

"Outer house." Nanyi chewed for a while and said, "So, there are brothers and sisters on this Guan Guiman?"

"Yes, I heard that it is still alive, do you want to scrape it out?" Huang San'er said.

"I'm just asking casually, but it's useless to find them out." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "When did Guan Guiman make house bugs?"

"That's too early. I heard that he entered the industry before the liberation. He is a figure of the grandfather's generation in the house insects. Others call him the lord."

"My lord, damn it." Nan Yi spat and said, "Huang Xia, go to the housing management office and find out how many houses this Guan Guiman has."

Whether Guan Guiman's name is true or not depends on how many houses he has under his name. After decades of housing bugs, if he doesn't have a few houses in his hands, he doesn't deserve to be called a father.

The per capita housing area in Beijing and Shanghai has never been high. Even after the liberation, a house can be sold for tens of millions [the first version of RMB with a maximum denomination of 500,000 yuan]. There has never been a time when the house was worthless , only the difference between relatively easy and difficult money.

Nanyi didn't wait in place to hear the news of Huang San'er's return. In the next few days, he traveled all over the capital where antiques were traded, and even went to the ghost town of Tianlong for nothing. Antique market made a general understanding.

Then, Nanyi took the train to Shanghai and found Ke Jianzhen.

"Uncle Ke, do you have any acquaintances who teach in the university?"

"Archaeological?"

"Yes."

"A classmate of mine is in the Archeology Department of Peking University." Ke Jianzhen said, "In the history department, there were many peaches and plums, and most of his students worked in museums around the world."

Nan Yi smiled and said: "That's easy. I'm going to meet an old overseas Chinese soon. He opened a pickle workshop in the countryside before he made a fortune. He likes old things and collected a lot of good things.

Good things cost money, of course, so he didn't dare to tell his family when he was playing with these old things, and he kept it a secret all the time.

Once, when he went out to do business, his family went to a junk shop, and his old things were sold to the junk shop at a low price by his family. From that day on, he hated Those who bought out the bad goods, but also lamented that the farmers were ignorant and were cheated by people in turn. "

As Nan Yi said, he looked at Ke Jianzhen's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He continued to say without blushing and heartbeat: "Later, he went abroad, and his business grew bigger and bigger. As for the money, he made a lot of money. There are so many One billion US dollars, people, they are almost seventy years old, and they probably don't have many years to live.

When he thought about it, he didn't seem to have done any great good deeds in his life, so he remembered the old things in the past and thought about doing something practical for the ignorant farmers. "

Ke Jianzhen smiled faintly, "Did you make up this story temporarily on the way here? All right, what do you want to do, just tell me."

"Hehe, let me just say it." Nanyi laughed without embarrassment, "Studying archeology, like other majors, requires practice, and you can't work behind closed doors. In the vast countryside, there are many good objects scattered. Farmers, I don't know them. , just treat it as an ordinary gadget, and they will sell it if someone pays a little money.

But they don't know, maybe the value of something is enough to completely change their lives, enough to allow them to rise in class.

It is said that they are all in the antique shop, and they deserve it if they have poor eyesight and are picked up by others, but farmers are not. If the matter is placed on them, it should be called fraud, and fraud is based on poor information.

How innocent are farmers?

So, the old overseas Chinese planned to sponsor the teacher of the Department of Archeology to take the students to the countryside. One is to go to the countryside to see and see. Many objects in the hands of farmers may be dug out when farming, or picked up in rivers and mountains. Yes, there is a high possibility that it was washed out of the ancient tomb by the flood.

If you see a lot of objects, it is very likely that you will get clues to the ancient tomb, and you can protect the ancient tomb or dig protectively before the tomb robbers;

Secondly, by the way, I will educate the peasants about the value of antiques, so that they will not be easily deceived, and good things will be deceived.

If time permits, teachers and students can also voluntarily sit down and appraise farmers. They can do good deeds, or they can collect some things and hoard them for appreciation. "

Ke Jianzhen's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Nanyi, do you know how many people's jobs you will lose by doing this?"

Nan Yi said indifferently: "If you smash it, you will smash it. How many transactions in the antique business have paid taxes? How much employment will the antique business bring when it prospers? How much benefits can ordinary people get?

Valuable items are left in the hands of farmers, and they are exchanged for big money. Even if they don’t do business, they have to spend the money. Not to mention creating jobs, at least they can generate a lot of tax revenue for the country.

Why not do something practical for farmers while pushing up the price of antiques. "

"You, you, sophistry." Ke Jianzhen nodded to Nanyi and said, "I will contact you about this matter. You moved out an old overseas Chinese, do you plan to come forward?"

"Uncle Ke, I've never liked fame. You wait for a few days, and I'll visit the old overseas Chinese first."

After negotiating with Ke Jianzhen, Nan Yi first went to the Fang mansion to see what needed rectification in the house, and then went to the small house "air-raid shelter monitoring room" in the garden next to him to condolences to the staff guarding the antiques.

Since the antiques purchased by the state-run antique store were taken out of the air-raid shelter and sent to the manor in Deep Water Bay, special personnel were hired here to deal with the remaining antiques before long-term storage; after that, the three entrances of the air-raid shelter were used The reinforced concrete was sealed, and there were two seals in total, each with a thickness of five meters.

After sealing, the air in the air-raid shelter was drained, inert gas was injected, and air pressure monitors, survey seismographs, and closed-circuit televisions were installed.

There is also a digital display device in the air-raid shelter, and a random four-digit number will randomly appear from time to time every day. As long as the number does not match the record one day, it means that the monitoring personnel have deserted, and the supervisors will naturally come to confirm the safety of the air-raid shelter Condition.

Eight people work in three shifts, two people in one shift, three days off one day, 600 yuan per month plus full benefits, just need to look at the instrument and monitoring, and don't have to keep an eye on it all the time, the alarm will be called if the instrument is abnormal, and the number will appear In the previous five minutes, the electric bell in the monitoring room would also ring in advance.

With a relaxed working atmosphere and super high remuneration, if these monitoring personnel still screw things up, Nanyi will really go crazy and show them.

As for internal and external collusion and self-stealing, it's no wonder Nanyi would take advantage of their loopholes. There are two pairs of dark eyes staring at them all the time.

Nanyi didn't stay long in Shanghai. After doing what he had to do, he immediately returned to the capital.

Seeing that the time is almost half a month away, the matter that Yi Jinru promised has not yet come to fruition. If he doesn't go back to do it, Yi Jinru will have to scold him in front of his bed again.

...

Old house.

Several people sat around the grill.

On the grill, cicada monkeys, silkworm chrysalis, scorpions, pig brain flowers, garlic cloves, eggs, bastard eggs, bananas, sugar cane, all kinds of strings are strung on it, sizzling with oil.

Nan Wuwei, holding a small bowl in his left hand and a fork in his right, is forking a bastard into his mouth.

Liu Zhen, scooped up a spoonful of brain flower with a spoon, and controlled the oil.

Huang San'er was holding a beer bottle in his right hand and two strings of silkworm chrysalis in his left hand, stuffing them horizontally into his mouth, biting and pulling, all the silkworm chrysalis fell into his mouth.

Nan Yi, holding a large bunch of skewers in his left hand and a paint brush in his right hand, dipped them in the oil bowl, and brushed the oil on the skewers one by one.

Gudu, after taking a sip of wine, Huang San'er wiped her mouth, wiped her greasy hand on her skirt first, and then wiped it on her back. A pack of cigarettes and a disposable plastic lighter appeared in her hand.

"Master Nan, I'll go out and smoke a cigarette first."

"Wait a minute, light the cigarette first, and show me the lighter."

"It's nothing to look at. Man San'er brought it back from Japan and gave it to me." Huang San'er lit a cigarette and handed the lighter to Nanyi.

Nanyi took the lighter and played with it for a while, and a memory immediately popped up in his mind.

I forget which year it was, but disposable lighters with stickers of beautiful women were popular on the market for a while, and the stickers would change miraculously when exposed to fire.

"What's so interesting about the lighter, turn it over quickly, it's burnt." Just as Nanyi's thoughts were running farther and farther, Liu Zhen said, who had finished sucking the pig's brain.

"oh."

Nan Yi responded, put down the lighter, and continued to oil the skewers.

After a while, Huang San'er came back from smoking, and started to talk about business as soon as he sat down, "Master Nan, that old gangster is amazing. He has 12 houses in his hand, all of which are good houses, and none of them are bad."

"How many rooms are facing the street?"

"4 rooms."

Nan Yi asked: "Is Fang Chonger still in the generation of Qianmen Louzi?"

"It's moved a little bit, it's not far away."

"Tomorrow we will go there together. If there is a chance, let's go."

As Nanyi said, he picked up a large skewer from the grill, put it in the corner where there was no charcoal fire, and picked up two skewers slowly.

Wait, after eating a few skewers and half a bottle of beer, Nan Yi opened his mouth and said, "Did Man San'er tell you how much this lighter sells for? I remember it should be 260 yen in 1982."

"She told me she bought them at a duty-free shop, and they cost 320 yen each."

"Then I guess the price hasn't risen much." Nan Yi nodded, picked up the lighter on the low table again, squeezed his thumb and index finger, pulled his middle finger, and twirled in his hand, "This lighter is made of fine materials." , plus Japanese labor is expensive, the price is so expensive.

In fact, this thing has no technical content, and it can be started after the machine is fully equipped.

Have you released all the pretty numbers I gave you? "

"Not yet, I still have six numbers in my hand, and the pager numbers have been fired crazy, and two of them can be sold for more than 50,000." Huang San'er said excitedly: "If all six numbers are released , I can earn twelve or thirteen."

A number sold for 50,000 yuan, but Huang San'er could only keep less than 30,000 yuan, and the rest was a matter between Yaqing Company and the Wireless Communications Bureau.

"Then hurry up and go out. At the beginning of next year at the latest, the big brother will be listed. By then, the price of the good number will not be able to hold back. Who knows how much it will drop."

"Master Nan, brother can continue working as usual."

"It's a beautiful idea, you treat him like a fool, you can't imitate others?" Nan Yi spat.

Huang San'er sighed, "It's a pity."

"What a pity, listen to me, I just told you about lighters, so you can continue to think about it."

Huang San'er grabbed the lighter from Nanyi, "Master Nan, do you want me to do this?"

"Well." Nan Yi nodded and said, "This is still a new gadget in China. It costs four or five yuan a piece and someone will definitely buy it. The material doesn't have to be too good. As long as it is safe, the cost can be kept as low as possible. The gross profit is one yuan or three It’s not difficult. But when the cost is less than 50 cents and many people follow suit, the factory will be sold and left.”

Disposable lighters sell 50 to 6 billion a year, which can only be achieved when the retail price enters the era of one piece. The ex-factory price of one piece of retail is about 30 cents at most. Even if the net profit can reach 20%, the profit for one year is also low. Only 360 million.

Even though this figure is still considerable, it is the profit that can only be obtained from a complete monopoly of disposable lighters.

Disposable lighters have no technical content, and there are no patent barriers. It is very easy to follow suit and imitate. The only way to monopolize is to lower the price, reduce the cost and then reduce the profit to less than 5%.

The individual profit is 5%, and the ceiling of the total profit is only 30 million. This business is worthless.

"Master Nan, am I expected to start a factory?" Huang San'er asked unconfidently.

"This is a free business. If you are not willing to do it, I will give this idea to others; you can open a training class for repairing pagers, and an apprentice will charge him two or three thousand, which will not make less money a year." .”

"Master Nan, the idea of ​​the training class is good. I will make this, and anyone who likes to make lighters will do it."

Nanyi shook his head, and said helplessly, "It's up to you. I'll help you find a master with good skills. When you make money, send me 200,000 yuan. It's my idea fee."

"Sure, I'll send 100,000 yuan to Master Nan tomorrow. You said that this business can be done, so it's definitely not bad." Huang San'er wiped the oil on her skirt again, and said cheerfully.

"Okay, eat quickly, get out immediately after eating, and show your true colors as soon as you drink, and you don't look like a woman at all."

"Master Nan, this is called Sa."

"Yes, yes, you are Da Sammi." Nan Yi said angrily.

Huang San'er took a sip of the wine, and muttered unconvinced: "In the first place, my Xu Zi likes me like this."

After half of the skewers were dried up, Huang San'er left the old house after drinking two more bottles of wine.

As soon as she left, Liu Zhen spoke.

"Nanyi, is it really easy to make a lighter?"

"It's easy to cook. At the beginning, it tastes delicious and spicy, and then you can eat some meat, and then you can only eat some meat." Nanyi first answered Liu Zhen's question, and then asked: "Ask for your second brother?"

"That's right, it's not a problem for him to mess around every day, it's better to open a factory in Ann."

Nan Yi smacked his lips and said: "Then you can tell yourself, the second brother may not be willing to open a factory, let me tell you first, business is business, if he really wants to do this business, I can help shop the way, money I won’t borrow it, not only will he not borrow it, but he will also send me 500,000 yuan for ideas.”

"My second brother will be emptied out of half a million yuan. How can he use the money to set up a factory?"

"I didn't ask him to send it right away. It won't be too late to send it after he has earned the money." Nan Yi said with a little bit of a bad taste.

"That's about the same."

"Wuwei, are you full?"

Nan Yi ignored Liu Zhen and turned his attention to Nan Wuwei.

"Full."

Nan Wuwei rubbed his stomach and murmured.

"You're full, then dad will take you for a walk to digest your food."

"Uh oh."

Nan Yi stood up, led Nan Wuwei and walked out of the courtyard.

"Wait for me, I'll be with you."

"You don't want to go, you want to go, who cares about hygiene." Nan Yi turned around and said.

Liu Zhen walked in front of Nanyi and wrapped his arms around him, "It's not too late to clean up when you come back, Wuwei, do you want your mother to hug you?"

"No." Nan Wuwei refused Liu Zhen, then raised his head and said to Nan Yi: "Dad, Nuan Nuan wants to kick the shuttlecock, can you teach me how to do it well?"

"Okay, Dad will go buy some copper coins tomorrow, and come back with a feather duster. I'll make a lot for you, okay?"

"Yeah."

...

Tomorrow.

At three o'clock in the morning, Nanyi went to Panjiayuan's ghost market and bought a lot of copper coins.

Cheap, only a little more expensive than copper.

After taking it home, Nanyi picked it up and found a Qing Dynasty "Daoguang Tongbao Back Baoyuan Large-scale Carved Mother" from the pile of copper coins covered with green rust. The appearance is not bad, and the rust is not too heavy.

Nan Yi mixed a little vinegar water, soaked the copper coins in it for 20 minutes to remove the rust on the surface, and then took out a whetstone to polish the copper coins until they were shiny.

Drilled two holes on the copper coin with a nail, removed the feather duster, picked a few chicken feathers with the best quality and gathered them together, tied them with thread and tied them to the copper coin.

Soon, a shuttlecock that has been hoarded for 20 years and will cost more than 300,000 yuan is ready.

In the same way, Nanyi picked out a "Qingdao Guangtongbao AKS partial silver coin", and made a second shuttlecock.