Volume 1 Chapter 0080: Youthful Feelings Are Always Poetic
Nan Yi stared at the man, and the man also stared at Nan Yi.
After staring at each other for a while, the man walked towards Nan Yi and sat opposite Nan Yi very naturally.
"It's so expensive, how can you understand it?"
The man spoke in jargon, which translated into plain language means "Sir, do you have any connection with Lao Ronghang?" He was asking whether Nan Yi had any connection with Lao Ronghang, and whether family members would target their own family members.
“I understand what you are saying, but I can’t speak it, and I have nothing to do with Lao Rongxing.
However, you do not need to pretend that you have someone to rely on. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the last relatively organized group of the Shanghai Lao Rong Gang followed the fruit seller Lao Du to Xiangkeng.
I know you have your eyes on me, but I still advise you not to target me, the lamb.
I am a coward with a small temper. I will take revenge on people from morning till night. Not to mention the living, even if they are already lying in the ground, I will dig them up for you."
After hearing Nan Yi's harsh words, the man glared at Nan Yi fiercely and deeply, then stood up, clasped his fists, turned around and left.
Watching the person leave, Nan Yi also breathed a sigh of relief.
Nan Yi really felt that it was not worth it to let his hands turn black just for such an old Rong.
But if anyone dares to covet his money, he will fight to the death.
Those who have inherited the tradition will judge the situation. If it was a young man who had just entered the industry and failed to steal, he would probably call his accomplices to rob him.
There are more and more profiteers on this train. As there are more lambs, there will definitely be more wolves trying to take advantage of the money. The train will become unsafe.
It's not possible to drive by yourself, as there are always car bandits and road robbers everywhere these days.
Nan Yi thought that he still had to find a unit that could issue a high-end letter of introduction, and he would still have to fly back and forth.
"Nan Yi, go to sleep. I'll keep an eye on you for a while."
Xian Weimin woke up, wiped his eyes, looked at his watch, and said to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi pointed to the aisle and said, "I'm not sleepy yet. Go wash your face first. I just want to talk to you about something."
"good."
Xian Weimin came back after washing his face, and they lit up cigarettes. Nan Yi said, "You'll also be included in the mountain product business that Men San'er and I discussed last year.
My original plan was to sell it to Japanese businessmen who came to our country, but now I think it would be better for us to sell it directly to Japan.
When you return, go to Hong Kong and find a lawyer who is proficient in business, register a Japanese joint-stock company, and then find a Japanese to be the president of the company;
Once these things are done, we will have the president come to Beijing to set up an office."
"Looking for a smart carrot head?"
"No need. As long as he doesn't look stupid and acts like a real person, that's fine. It's just a name. As for the specific domestic matters, Mensaner will find someone to handle them."
"learn."
“After this is done, you can go to Lijiaopo to learn more about the fruit market there, and also take a look at the electronics market. You can speak Cantonese and a little Hakka, so you will have no problem communicating there.
Don't just look around on your own. Go to Nanyang Technological University and find a college student and hire him to be your guide. Get more information and take more photos.
If you can get a visa easily, you can go to Seoul and take a look around. There are many Jeongbien people there, and you can hire one to be your guide. You can visit Agujeong-dong and Dongdaemun."
“What should I pay attention to when I go to South Korea?”
"Look at everything: what clothes and jewelry women wear on the street, what they eat and what dishes they have, what's on sale in the mall and how much it costs.
If you can meet someone who knows the subject, ask him about South Korea's annual cabbage production and consumption.
When you come back, bring me some South Korean newspapers from the last three years, as many as you can, no gossip papers, I only want the three major ones."
“Which three newspapers?”
"Haha, you'll know when you go to a newsstand in Seoul. It's in the most conspicuous place."
"Understood." Xian Weimin nodded and said, "Next, we will mainly do business abroad?"
"Go ahead. Let me learn more about it. Let's get the mountain products business going first. This business alone will consume most of our energy this year.
Oh, and when you come back, bring me an Atari 400 game console. See if I can find a used one. New ones are too expensive."
"What?"
"Atari is a Chinese brand. A new one sells for $1,499.99. Go to the flea market and see if there are any used ones that are still usable. If they are under $500, buy one. If they are more than that, forget it."
"Oh, I remember that."
"Well, I'll take a nap."
Nan Yi turned up his collar, shrank his neck, closed his eyes and dozed off.
…
After arriving in Beijing, Nan Yi bought a copy of Beijing Evening News at the train station.
There was a document issued from above published in the newspaper, which allowed seasonal price differences for eggs. Nan Yi knew that this meant that the country was beginning to try to use price levers to coordinate the market.
"Prices are going to start rising rapidly." Nan Yi closed the newspaper and said to himself.
A young man passed by Nan Yi, holding a magazine in his hand, and read in an excited tone: "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light."
""a generation"."
Nan Yi smiled slightly, the best time for the modern poet has come.
"God created me, and then broke my mold. Mensaner, Weimin, what do you think of my poem?"
"Can't understand."
"What the hell."
"Forget it, you two don't know how to appreciate."
Nan Yi waved his hands and spat at himself, wondering why he was talking to a cow.
His mind turned slightly, and another gorgeous poem emerged in Nan Yi's mind.
"ah……
The three torn sacks gave off a rotten smell.
It is so heavy that it bends your and my spines.
It's light, just enough for three meals with soup.
It is shameless and changes the appearance of innocence.
It is very noble and everyone worships and reveres it.”
"What a good poem, what should I name it?" Nan Yi admired himself for a while, and then thought , "How about calling it "Money is not dirty"?"
On the way to Men Saner's house, Nan Yi wrote more than a dozen poems.
In three days, just three days, he can put together a collection of poems. Should he publish it, earn some royalties, and get the title of a famous poet?
Nan Yi fell ill and was soon taken to Donglaishun by Men Saner for treatment. After two glasses of wine, his poet's fantasy syndrome was cured.
When he returned to campus, he found that things had changed as well.
Those freshmen and sophomores would gather together in groups of three, five, or seven or eight. There would always be someone holding a notebook, reciting or composing poems, or chatting about Dai Wangshu's "Rainy Alley" or Xu Zhimo's "A Farewell to Cambridge".
Fat and burly men suddenly became unpopular overnight, and skinny men who wore glasses, had a melancholy temperament, and could recite good poetry became the most popular objects for women.
Each female student had a work notebook in which they had copied out excerpts of poems.
From time to time, I would take it out and read the previous article.
Nan Yi looked at this posture and felt that it looked familiar.
Oh, by the way, in a few years, there will be another group of younger girls holding notebooks to copy lyrics.
"Ha, the feelings of youth are always poetic!"
