Since 1983

On January 13, Comrade Jianfeng passed away in Taipei at the age of 78.

In a blink of an eye, it is the beginning of February, and the Spring Festival is approaching.

At seven o'clock in the evening, in Yilian's clothing store, Xu Fei called everyone together and said:

"To put it simply, we have been in business for more than a month, and the benefits are good. In addition to the salary, I also have the performance bonus and year-end bonus I promised. I wanted to buy some rice, noodles, vegetables and meat, but it was troublesome, so it was included in the money."

Wow!

The three girls were instantly excited, staring at the red envelope in his hand.

"Tang Tian!"

"Chen Xiaoyu!"

"Wang Bolin!"

One for each person, it is not easy to take apart in person, but the inside is quite thick based on the feel.

"Thirty on the 16th, we have a holiday on the 15th and come back on the fifth day. How about it, aren't you an exploiting capitalist?"

"Of course not, the boss is the best!"

"Yeah, I wish you an early year!"

The three of them are very chattering, although the boss is usually strict, he scolds when he makes a mistake, and he doesn't provide lunch at noon, but he never deducts money for any reason.

The girls changed their clothes and left first. As soon as they went out, they couldn't wait to open the red envelopes. Wang Bolin took a rough look and found that she could earn more than three hundred yuan—the basic salary was only eighty yuan.

Be tough, finally able to take the money home!

Afterwards, Xu Fei and Zhang Guiqin also left with the accounts and returned to Baihua Hutong.

Wu Xiaodong left early for winter vacation, and Shen Lin also went back to his hometown, so the yard was a little deserted. Several people gathered in the West Wing, ready to sit on the floor and share the spoils.

Zhang Guiqin looked through the ledger and records, and said, "Let me report to everyone, eh, be serious. This is a major economic issue, and it must be open and transparent, so that there will be less trouble in the future.

As of today, a total of 182 pieces of coats and sweaters, 95 pieces of various trousers, and 268 pieces of hats, gloves, scarves, and ear warmers have been sold. It is pure profit. "

She made some calculations, and she was frightened, "Fifteen thousand."

"How much?" Zhang Li rarely lost his composure.

"It's said 15,000 yuan, which is more profitable than selling bags."

Chen Xiaoxu pretended to be calm, his little hands were shaking slightly.

The only one who is really calm is Xu Fei, please! The prime location in the capital, the seller's market, the celebrity effect, the new year's foundation, the new trend... so many factors add one, and the monthly profit is less than 10,000, and it's a dead end!

The consumption in the 1980s cannot be judged by the thinking of later generations. Although the income is not high, the employees of serious units all have some savings, because they have no place to spend, and there is no pressure to buy a house or see a doctor.

He invested so much in the early stage, and there was not much savings left. Now it is a bit low, and he can make a net profit in half a year. And as the brand is established and its influence expands, it will only get better and better.

Several people chatted excitedly for a while, Xu Fei and Zhang Guiqin went back to the room, and whispered: "Mom, I want to give them some bonus, how much do you think is appropriate?"

"It's time to divide, it's not easy for the girl's family to be busy, and it's Chinese New Year..."

Zhang Guiqin thought for a while, then waved his hand, "Two thousand per person."

"Hey, you are open!"

Xu Fei gave a thumbs up, "Then you will take on the heavy responsibility, and I definitely can't take it."

"I've been like you for a day..."

My mother counted out 4,000 yuan angrily, divided it into two red envelopes, stood at the door and called, "Xiaoxu Xiaoli, come here."

"Um?"

The two of them entered the main room without knowing why, and Chen Xiaoxu turned on the TV, and "Journey to the West" was playing inside: "Du thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump... "

"Are you going home for the New Year?" Zhang Guiqin asked casually.

"Go back, auntie bring me a ticket, let's go together."

"I'll come back too." Zhang Li said.

"Then do you have enough time?"

"I can only ask for leave. I didn't plan to go back. My father is not in good health recently, so I want to go home and have a look."

Oh, just for good reason.

My mother paused, and said: "You are all good children. This passage has helped a lot, inside and out. This is my little heart. Xiao Li, you take some shopping and honor your parents. Xiao Xu you……"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

"..."

Zhang Guiqin didn't want to talk to her, and just broke up with Zhang Li.

"This, I can't have this!"

"You can take it as long as you want. It's New Year's money. Well, I'll be angry if you are more polite."

She had no choice but to accept the red envelope.

………………

Xu Fei didn't want to be alone, so he asked for leave and went home.

Compared with Beijing, Ancheng seems to have not changed much. Xu Xiaowen himself is very comfortable, making tea every day, talking about stories, and basically handing over the wonton shop to Qi Rourou.

This year's Spring Festival Gala was very good. Zhao Lirong made her debut on stage and performed a skit with You Benchang; Amao sang "Missing", and Teacher Jiang talked about Liang Zuo's cross talk "Elevator Adventure".

Of course, there is also Brother Niu's "Smart Names", "Leader, waste money..."

In fact, around the Spring Festival in 1988, there were quite a few days. While Xu Fei and his family were reunited, something crucial happened elsewhere.

Beijing, Wang Shuo's home.

Mi Jiashan, the director of Emei Film Studio, is visiting Wang Shuo.

This guy got married last year, his wife is pregnant, and he lives with his parents, so the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are harmonious. He is no longer as poor as he was a few years ago. He has become famous in the literary world and his readership has grown rapidly.

His colloquial writing style is gradually affecting young people, the most obvious being the abolition of quantifiers. People used to say "my buddy", but after Wang Shuo became popular, it became "my buddy".

"This is a short story, it can't support a movie, and the script has to trouble you." Mi Jiashan said.

"Success, you can pick it up in a few days. Hey, who are you going to act in?"

"It's not decided yet, but it must be from the capital, otherwise it won't smell like that."

"Hey, I didn't give you a discount if I said that to you, let's go and eat dumplings!"

Mijiashan came here this time for the right to adapt a novel. Because his daughter-in-law was about to give birth, Wang Shuo was in a hurry to spend money, so he negotiated 3,000 yuan and paid 800 yuan in advance.

After the two sides chatted about business, they went to the restaurant downstairs to eat dumplings.

Mijiashan is a serious second-generation official. His father was a former high-ranking official in Rongcheng. He took a daughter-in-law named Pan Hong. Although she left, she can be called a winner in life.

He attached great importance to this film, and issued a military order with the factory for this, so he was extra cautious, "That shouldn't be said, since we have negotiated, then..."

"Don't worry, I won't do that inhumane thing."

Wang Shuo was so happy today, he slapped the table, "Even if Coppola comes, I won't sell it to him!"

This novel is called, "Stubborn Lord".

...

West Berlin, Palace Cinema.

After a movie was played, when the screen went dark and the lights came on, the applause instantly washed over the nerves of a man who looked like an old farmer.

"Are you all right?" the person next to him asked.

"it's okay no problem."

He shook his head vigorously, rubbed his eyes again, and heard the host say on stage:

"Next, we invite the main creators of "Red Sorghum" to come on stage, the director Zhang Yimou..."

(besides……)