Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

At the entrance of the alley, Liu Bingxian and a few lazy women gathered together, staring at the door of Yang Rui's house.

Shichahai is a good place. Not only is it in the middle of the city, but the artificial lakes called Haizi by the Manchurians are also very beautiful. Living here is like living near a park in the middle of the city, similar to New York’s Central Park. foot.

However, the housing prices around Central Park in the United States have already skyrocketed. In 1986, around Shichahai, the capital city, the most people lived were ordinary people. People occasionally transported furniture, bought some building materials, and used tricycles the most. Japan The small box truck driven by people is brand new and painted white, and many people have never seen it before.

Liu Bingxian came in with the van, and there was no factory in the alley, so the only reason for coming to the van was to move. For gentlemen who have nothing to do all day, watching people move things is also a pleasure.

The pickup truck stopped at the door of Yang Rui's house, but it made Liu Bingxian feel uncomfortable.

"You said a college student surnamed Yang, where did he get so much money to buy a house and new furniture?" Liu Bingxian stared at the gate of the second entrance of Yang Rui's house, with inexplicable resentment.

The old women who were watching the fun laughed twice, and said, "Didn't you complain to Xiao Chen from the street office? What did they say?"

"He knows what a fart. When he saw that he was a bit powerful, he licked and walked away. How could he buy such a large yard by studying? Do you know how much it was sold for?" Liu Bingxian spit on the ground and rubbed it twice with the sole of his shoe.

"How much did you sell?" Wang Liuzi, who was in the same yard as Liu Bingxian, also came over, with a gossip on his face.

"I don't know how much, but I know that I can't get this money in exchange for studying." Liu Bingxian pooh-poohed twice, cursing: "I just annoy these college students, all pretending, in the end they can't fart, just fucking promotion If you get rich, you say that you are not guilty."

Wang Liuzi glanced at him, and said, "Let your boy go to college too, so I'll be sorry."

Everyone knows that the two sons of Liu Bingxian's family don't study, and they can't read well. They couldn't go to primary school, but they went to junior high school. Liu Bingxian also struggled a few years ago. It is said that he even invited the teacher to eat. It's useless. In recent years, Liu Bingxian's argument has gradually changed, especially after he made money with the self-employed in Qianhutong, he prefers to talk about the benefits of not studying and the poverty of studying.

Wang Liuzi's son is a student. Although he only studied in a technical secondary school, he is assigned a job by the state. If there is nothing to do, he can stab Liu Bingxian. Everyone lives in a large courtyard of tens of square meters. Inevitably.

Liu Bingxian didn't like to talk about college students with Wang Liuzi, so he squinted his eyes and said, "Flowers won't be popular for a hundred days, maybe one day, these college students will be dragged down again. Our country is still working class in the final analysis. no?"

"It's boring to talk about it." Wang Liuzi didn't like to talk about it anymore.

The two men stopped talking, and the women standing in front of them started talking on their own. Some said the house was beautiful, some praised Jing Yulan for being beautiful and polite, and some praised Yang Rui for being handsome. Most of them were guessing. what they buy.

The more Liu Bingxian listened, the more breathless he became, and he rushed to speak again: "Don't look at the college students who bought a house and didn't see a few pieces of furniture. Now they only buy one or two parts. It's just a swollen face to pretend to be fat."

"Didn't you just call him a corrupt criminal because of the money? Why don't you have any money?" It was Xiao Chen who spoke, and walked over from the street office.

It was as if he had been tricked by Liu Bingxian, and now he didn't have a good face when he saw it.

Before the sub-district office was deprived of power, the sub-district office still had a certain amount of power over the residents within its jurisdiction, just as the village committee had over the villagers.

Liu Bingxian didn't dare to argue with Xiao Chen, so he said, "His money must have come from a wrong path, and he couldn't resist spending it."

Xiao Chen said impatiently: "What are you making random guesses about? They work as consultants for foreign companies, and all they earn are foreign exchange. That's fine, go home and stay if you have nothing to do."

After Yang Rui moved here,

I specially found Lao Li from the Deling Group who works in Xicheng District. The latter visited the local street office twice and smoothed out the relationship. Although Xiao Chen didn't know the specific situation, he hurriedly defended Yang Rui.

Liu Bingxian was even more unconvinced: "What ability does he have to serve as a consultant for other foreign companies? Why can't other foreign companies do it?"

"Look at you, it's fine if you don't have any knowledge..."

After Xiao Chen finished speaking halfway, Heng Matsushima shouted at the top of his voice.

The conversations between Matsushima Heng and Yang Rui were all in English, and the crowd standing at the entrance of the alley couldn't understand them, but they found it more interesting.

After a while, three people got out of the car and opened the rear compartment.

The three of them were all wearing one-piece overalls and white gloves, looking very formal. One jumped into the rear compartment, while the other two stood on the ground cautiously to pick them up.

Liu Bingxian became more and more upset when he saw it, and muttered: "A piece of broken furniture is worth such a thing, just pretending..."

"Put it down." The worker in the rear compartment suddenly shouted in Japanese.

The people below also immediately agreed with a "Hi".

The few people at the entrance of the alley were stunned.

Wang Liuzi asked Ai Ai Qiqi: "Is this Japanese?"

There are a lot of revolutionary films now, and everyone can tell the difference between Russian and Japanese.

Xiao Chen nodded hesitantly and said, "It seems to be speaking in Japanese."

Before they could discuss any more, the workers in front of the truck had already unloaded several large boxes, gently carried them into the door, and reported in Japanese.

A group of people in the alley could not understand the chattering Japanese, but they cared more about the actions of the Japanese.

"Is this a Japanese worker?" Everyone looked down upon it.

"Still a porter."

"Hey, what do you think they moved?"

As for Japanese engineers and the like, everyone has actually seen them before. After all, they are all from the capital. Who has never seen one or two foreigners, but Japanese porters are rare. Some people even doubt that Japan does not have them. This type of work, otherwise, the Japanese, who are rich and precious, will spend a lot of money as porters.

Including Liu Bingxian, they all looked straight, they dare not offend the Japanese, so who are the Japanese porters?

"Don't let him be a spy for the Japanese." Liu Bingxian said suddenly, and he could only think of this possibility.

Xiao Chen glared at him angrily, but didn't bother to say anything.

Inside the house, Heng Matsushima ordered people to unpack the outer packaging of the goods.

When the plastic inside was exposed, Matsushima Heng said with a smile: "Mr. Yang Rui, this is the latest design and production of our Japanese speaker, I ask the workers to help you set it up, hehe, no matter what music you listen to, it is very It sounds good."

Yang Rui was standing at the second door, just about to say no, when he heard the sound, he stopped and asked, "How much?"

"Ah, do you mean the sound system?" Matsushima Heng was thinking about how to persuade Yang Rui to accept this set of equipment and how to deal with his refusal, when he heard this question all of a sudden, he was a little caught off guard.

Yang Rui nodded.

"This set of speakers, if you exchange them for RMB..."

"Use dollars, how much dollar impact?"

"Around $20,000."

"Do you have an invoice?"

"Ah... ah, yes." Matsushima Heng hurriedly asked the workers behind him to look for it, and it took a long time to deliver the invoice.

Yang Rui glanced at the number above, converted it into US dollars silently, and said, "The item worth 23,000 US dollars, I counted your shipping fee of 2,000 US dollars, and I bought it for 25,000 US dollars."

After finishing speaking, Yang Rui came out from the gate, looked at the entrance of the alley, waved, and said, "Xiao Chen, come here."

Comrade Xiao Chen from the sub-district office was stunned for a moment, and then ran over in a hurry.

"Xiao Chen, this Professor Matsushima Heng is a professor from Japan. He wants to give me a set of gifts to corrupt me. I like this set of gifts very much, but I don't want to accept his gifts, so I'm considering buying them. Come down, let you be a witness." Yang Rui told Xiao Chen very clearly. In fact, if Matsushima Heng sent it today, if it was a TV or any other electrical appliances, he would definitely reject it. Even a 29-inch TV, in Yang Rui's opinion, is extremely simple, not to mention that there is no TV at all now. programme.

However, audio is different. It is not a definite proposition whether the audio of the 1980s is better than the audio produced in 2015. Especially when only talking about the sound, the audio of the 1980s is not inferior.

The high-end audio system sent by Matsushima Heng is also very good in Japan in terms of price, and Yang Rui really wants it.

Even listening to a symphony at home and pretending to be aggressive is also very good.

At the same time, Yang Rui also wanted Matsushima Heng to see his own economic strength, so that he would not be entangled.

The laboratory's funds belong to the laboratory, and the personal income belongs to the individual. Matsushima Heng probably also had such an idea, so he hurried over with the stereo.

Yang Rui took 25,000 US dollars in cash from the safe in the room, handed it to the silly Xiao Chen, and said, "This is my money. You count it and give it to Professor Matsushima Heng."

Both Matsushima Heng and Xiao Chen stayed there out of a state of bewilderment.

Yang Rui whispered to Jing Yulan, and directed three Japanese workers to go into the room to find a place. He wanted to set up a special audio-visual room, envious of those who would play headphones in the future.

Jing Yulan's English level is not bad, and she began to translate for Xiao Chen in a soft voice. However, even she felt that the content of the translation was outrageous, and Xiao Chen felt that it was even more outrageous.

"How can this be?" Xiao Chen was at a loss.

"How could this be?" Matsushima Heng was at a loss.

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