My 1979

Li He pursed his lips. He was not smoking to compact the tobacco leaves. He was deliberately showing off. Look, my cigarettes are filter-tipped, Grade A Peony cigarettes, which cost one yuan and eighty cents. Not many people are willing to smoke them. How can you? How much money do you have to come and tell me to sell the factory?

Phoenix is ​​smoked by high-end people. Some sophisticated people carry a briefcase, comb their hair, and hold a Phoenix cigarette in their mouths. They look very stylish.

Li He snorted deliberately.

He took out the golden Chinese stick from his pocket, handed it to Mu Yan, and lit it with his high-end lighter.

Look, I smoke Zhonghua, hot gold, gold middle branch, 15 yuan a pack, so stylish that you don’t need it, and not as pretentious as you.

"Boss Fang, want another one?" Li He weighed out a cigarette and stretched out the cigarette case.

"No, no, no, I have it in my hand. Smoking too much is harmful to health." Boss Fang could only smile when he saw the Zhonghua. Generally speaking, red Zhonghua is considered to be high-end, with a limited production of several thousand boxes a year. No foreign exchange coupons are needed. You can't buy it at Youyi Shopping Mall, and before the price increased, he could still buy a bag to show off. Now it's gone from 4.8 yuan to 11 yuan. For someone like him who saves his family fortune by one or two cents. , and even more reluctant to smoke. As for white Chinese and gold-plated Chinese, I have only seen one or two people smoke them occasionally over the years of doing business.

Let's look at the lighter flipping around in Li He's hands, and we have to weigh the person's identity.

"Boss Fang, to be honest with you, I want to buy your factory. I wonder if you have considered it?" Li He asked the worker next to him for a stool and sat down to wait for the answer.

He didn't know whether to lament the simplicity or monotony of this era, where a pack of cigarettes could judge someone.

When Boss Fang saw Mu Yan smoking nearby with his eyes out of mind, he said to Li He, "Teacher Li, are you kidding me? Although my monthly salary in this factory is about the same, it is still much higher than a teacher's salary." ".

Li He said, "You can set a price. As long as you are willing to sell, I can give you any price."

"Let's put it this way, I saved little by little by selling books at a stall. Although it is not a hen that lays golden eggs, the family's life is produced here. It is impossible to sell it," said Boss Fang. He said it decisively, even a little arrogantly.

Li He smiled and said, "Let me put it this way, I don't like your factory, I like you, Boss Fang."

"We didn't know each other before, right?"

"Let me put it another way, I want to find someone who knows printing to help me open a new printing factory. You can continue to open your current factory, and you can hand it over to others to manage it."

"You mean to let me work for you?".

Li He said, "How can you call it a part-time job? If you are willing to help me, I can give you shares and we will become a partnership."

Boss Fang said, "This is asking me to fight with my left hand and my right hand. You are really good at calculating."

"You also know that these machines of yours cannot meet the requirements of our teaching aid printing." Li He still tried his best to say good things.

What is the most expensive thing in the 21st century?

Talent!

Who makes him short of people?

"Teacher Li, Teacher Mu, we can continue to talk about the teaching assistant business. If it is other matters, we really can't talk about it." Boss Fang still had a repulsive expression, "Besides, this printing factory can It’s not something you young people can do just because you want to do it.”

Li He pretended not to see his sarcastic expression and didn't want to say anything more. It was probably because Boss Fang was used to being the king of copycats in his own territory and could not tolerate other people's criticism.

After leaving the printing factory one after another with Mu Yan, Mu Yan said, "I have given up now."

"If I don't have Butcher Zhang, I won't eat pigs with hair on them. If I continue to find the right person, I won't believe in evil." Li He still adheres to the saying that problems that can be solved with money are no problems.

The two people were leaning next to the motorcycle, finished smoking a cigarette and were about to leave when a shout came from behind them.

"Two bosses, wait a minute, wait a minute."

The person who called them was still a young boy. He was not old, not tall, and very thin. His hair was uncombed and had balls on his head. If you didn't pay attention, you could no longer tell the original color of a gray shirt. .

"Your boss asked you to call us?" Li He remembered that this stupid boy, a small worker in the printing factory, had asked him for a stool just now.

The boy looked around, and then said quietly, "It's not our boss who calls you, it's me who calls you."

"What's the matter?".

"Can we go to the front to talk? I'm afraid my boss will come out and see something bad." Maohai took the lead and walked forward, and turned back to motion for the two people to follow.

Li He and Mu Yan followed curiously.

Riding a motorcycle, I slowed down and followed Mao Boy around a few turns. There were trees blocking the way, and I couldn't see the printing factory building.

"Stop here. What do you want to say?"

Maohai wiped the sweat from his head and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to open a printing shop? Are you looking for someone?"

Li He smiled and said, "Yes."

The furry was so close just now, so it was normal to hear him.

"Then you can watch me, okay?"

Seeing his thin and frail appearance, Li He asked suspiciously, "You?"

"I have been working in this factory for three years. I know all the machines and the technology. I will never let you go wrong," Maohai said hurriedly.

Li He waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm not doubting your ability. How old are you?".

No matter how short of people he is, he doesn't want to use child labor. This child looks like a minor.

"I'm 20."

"Huh?" Li He was skeptical.

"18", the boy changed his words again.

"18?" Mu Yandu followed and smiled.

"I'm 15, it's true this time, I'm really 15," Mao Boy hurriedly avoided the two people's staring eyes, "I can show you my household registration book."

Li He said, "Then you started working in this factory when you were 12 years old?"

"yes".

"Then I can't use you," Li He said with a smile, "You're still young."

"I'm not young anymore. I can do what others can do, and I can also do what others can't. Just believe me."

Mu Yan patted the gray layer on his body and asked kindly, "Where are you from? Why don't you go to school?".

"I am from Gaobeidian. My family is poor and I have no money to go to school. The main reason is that I can't pass the exam," Maohai said seriously.

Li He asked Mu Yan, "I remember Gaobeidian is from He Province, right?"

"Very close to the FS area."

Li He asked Mao Hai, "Why do you come out to work at such a young age?".

Mu Yan said, "This one with the surname Fang is really not a thing, and such a young child dares to use it."

"No, Boss Fang treats me very well. Without him to take me in, I would have nowhere to go," Mao Hai also hurriedly defended.

Li He asked, "Since it's very good for you, why did you come to us?".