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Sure enough, Li Dawei was right. The sales of buttons dropped significantly the next month, but silk scarves were still in short supply. Autumn was about to come, so wearing a silk scarf around your neck was fashionable and beautiful.

Wang Xiaojuan had been vaccinated by her husband a long time ago, and her mentality was stable. She reduced the purchase of buttons, and bought some silk scarf buttons for sale. These crystal buttons also became popular for a while.

The teller selling buttons in the department store ran over to watch the fun and asked Wang Xiaojuan where the buttons were purchased and how much they cost.

Wang Xiaojuan is not stupid, can this be said?

After telling her, will her business still be done?

I walked away with a haha, then called Li Manjun and asked her what was popular in the city now.

"The business in the store has been pretty good these two days. Last time you asked me to sell crystal buckles and silk scarves, and the customers liked them very much. Now the things that are fashionable to you city dwellers are in great demand in the countryside."

Li Manjun has started taking night classes, three classes a week. When she is not in class, she will read on the sofa after finishing her work.

While looking at the somewhat unfamiliar textbooks from thirty years ago, she repeatedly responded to Wang Xiaojuan's words.

"If autumn is coming soon, the weather will get colder and colder, and most of the customers in your store are female. You can buy earmuffs, gloves, lipstick, hand cream, etc. for sale."

Wang Xiaojuan took notes while listening, "This lipstick is good. The discolored lipstick you gave me last time, I think it is very easy to use, moisturizing and fresh in color."

"This won't work. This is too expensive. You have to consider the spending power of your customer base." Li Manjun reminded quickly, drawing a key line on the book with a red pen.

Wang Xiaojuan said, "How about some cheaper ones?"

"Yeah, but it must be produced by a regular manufacturer. You have to pay attention to safety when putting things in your mouth."

"Okay, I understand. Now that you're busy, I have to be busy cooking for your dad and Jianjun." He said in a hurry and hung up the phone.

Li Manjun put down his book and stretched. Zhao Yong walked in with fried vegetables and said distressedly: "Just take a break when you are tired. If you come back to study after a busy day, your brain will easily hurt."

Li Manjun nodded and stood up to serve the rice. Zhao Yong asked her to sit down and went to serve the two of them.

"After eating, let's go downstairs to watch the Asian Games with everyone?" Zhao Yong pointed downstairs, "Everyone is gathered in Zheng Caijia Hotel to watch the live TV together. It's really lively."

Li Manjun glanced at the book thrown aside and gave Zhao Yong a confused look, "You are trying to shake my determination to learn and progress!"

Zhao Yong laughed, picked up the book and threw it into the bedroom. After eating, he took Li Manjun, who was half-nudging him, downstairs to Zheng Cai's house to watch TV.

"This is the Asian Games that we all pooled our money to host. If you don't watch it, you will regret it." Zhao Yong joked, hoping that his wife would not have too much psychological burden.

"You can learn at any time, but the Asian Games is only this time."

Li Manjun raised her eyebrows. She actually thought what Zhao Yong said made sense!

Before we even reached Zheng Caijia Restaurant, we could already see a circle of people standing in front of the store from a distance. The neighbors were all here. Those who couldn't squeeze in a seat just stood and watched.

Dozens of people were discussing and watching in front of a 21-inch black and white TV. As the athletes performed their exciting schedule, bursts of excited cheers broke out from time to time.

Driven by the atmosphere, Li Manjun's blood began to boil. He and Zhao Yong stood on the small bench by the door, watching the black and white TV inside.

Now the game has come to the women's table tennis team match between China and South Korea, which is already the last match.

Our country's female table tennis players still have childish looks on their young faces. They are all girls of sixteen or seventeen years old. At this moment, their heads are sweating profusely, and their red sportswear is soaked with sweat and clings tightly to their backs.

All eyes are focused on the female athlete in red No. 2112. Her name is Deng Yaping.

At only 17 years old, she helped our country's women's table tennis team win first place with a score of 2-0 in today's final.

A burst of extremely fierce cheers broke out, and people jumped up excitedly, "We win, we win, two to zero, we win, Deng Yaping wins!"

Li Manjun roared, jumped directly from the stool to Zhao Yong, and told him excitedly: "Our country has won! Our country has won the gold medal!"

Her eyes flashed with joy and tears, and the strong sense of national pride overflowed, deeply affecting him, and her heart beat violently with the cheers of the people.

"Well, we won." Zhao Yong held her firmly, and the two young people put their foreheads against each other, sharing the joy of this moment.

This is not only a gold medal victory, but also a beautiful start for a country that has emerged from the gloom.

We had just experienced the reform and opening up, and the Chinese people at that time were still in the confused stage of crossing the river by feeling for the stones. Zhao Yong, who was born in the present, did not know that this year's Asian Games was like a beam of light, breaking through the head of our country. The dark clouds covering the country have reunited the hearts of the 1.2 billion people across the country.

A strong nation is rising and shining brightly on the map of the world.

During the sixteen days of competition, Chinese athletes won a total of 341 medals, including 183 gold medals, more than half of the total, bringing this summer to a successful end.

Li Manjun's excitement didn't subside until the TV broadcast ended.

The couple walked home hand in hand. When they were about to go upstairs, Li Manjun suddenly noticed someone looking at him from behind. Looking back, he saw Wu Jianshe and Feng Qian on the second floor.

The two of them brought their son Wu Guo, who had also just returned from watching the replay of the sports meeting at Zheng Cai's store.

After Wu Guo called the police last time, the couple downstairs finally stopped for two months, but Feng Qian and Wu Jianshe had such a big quarrel that they didn't get divorced.

Recently, Li Manjun occasionally ran into Feng Qian and Wu Jianshe when they were commuting to work. The couple chatted, laughed, and loved each other. Wu Jianshe would glance at her maliciously from time to time.

Li Manjun felt baffled at first, but later heard Granny Qiao say that after calling the police, the police asked Wu Guo why he thought of calling the police.

The kid didn't have any scheming, and he was facing the policeman whom he trusted most, so he told the truth.

"Aunt Li upstairs said that it is illegal to hit someone, so when my father hit my mother, I called the police."

Then this matter naturally reached the ears of Feng Qian and Wu Jianshe.

Li Manjun didn't know what Feng Qian's attitude was. Anyway, Wu Jianshe looked at her very unkindly every time.

This time the two families met and went upstairs together. Because Zhao Yong was there, Wu Jianshe restrained his maliciousness a lot. He pretended to say hello to Zhao Yong and thanked him for sending Feng Qian to the hospital last time.

Zhao Yong nodded coldly, put his arm around Li Manjun's shoulders and left first.

When he got home, Zhao Yong touched his wife's face soothingly and said sternly: "Don't be afraid, if that bastard dares to touch a hair on your head, I will break my legs!"