Volume 3 Summer Rain Chapter 0360: Dajing Circle
Time flies and it is already the third day of the first lunar month.
"Nan Yi, please buy me a box of pearl cream today."
During the Spring Festival Gala program, two cosmetic brands that have been very popular in the past two years were mentioned, one is Maxam and the other is Yongfang Pearl Cream.
Almost everyone owns a box of Yongfang Pearl Cream, which shows how popular it is.
"The ones sold outside are bound to have chemical additives. I'll have someone collect some wild freshwater pearls. You can grind them into powder and mix them into pearl cream."
"Isn't it too troublesome?" Liu Zhen hesitated.
"You'd better be careful if you want to put it on your face. I will ask the Third Pharmaceutical Company to start a cosmetics research project to develop harmless cosmetics."
"Just for me? Oh, no, should I add 'them'?"
"Silly girl, don't think too much." Nan Yi hugged Liu Zhen and patted her head. "Go to work, and be careful on the road."
"Nothing will happen. You've already arranged a car for me."
Through Chen Feng's channels, Nan Yi arranged for Liu Zhen to have a car from Huazhong Trade to pick her up and drop her off at get off work. Liu Zhen could lie to others and say that she had a neighbor who drove a car and that the two families had a good relationship. In this way, others would at most be jealous and would not have too many thoughts.
Using government buses for personal purposes is a common practice nowadays and no one will say anything about it. But some people even go so far as to drive government buses, use public fuel to transport passengers and goods.
Nan Yi was different from others. He did not take advantage of the public. Just for this car, Nan Yi gave Huazhong Trade a business deal that could bring them at least millions of profits. In return, it was not excessive to pick up and drop off Liu Zhen.
After sending Liu Zhen outside and watching her get into the car, Nan Yi returned to the living room.
What Nan Yi didn't know was that his joke yesterday was actually already moving quickly towards reality.
A county-level cigarillo factory in Heilongjiang Province produces cigarillos that are the same as ordinary cigarettes, without filters and packaged in tobacco-colored packaging. They are called "Amber Fragrance."
Due to reasons such as the single product line, the company is on the verge of bankruptcy.
After seeing Ma Ji's performance, the factory leaders suddenly had an idea: "Why don't they produce Cosmic brand cigarettes?"
Just like that, several factory leaders had already set out from Heilongjiang Province and were rushing to Beijing to register the trademark, and they were also thinking of asking Ma Ji to endorse the cigarettes.
Nan Yi sat on the sofa, holding the VCR remote control, repeatedly watching the "Guess the Gold and Silver" program from yesterday's Spring Festival Gala recording. This program included a family video of a family eating dumplings and drinking Maotai. The house was fully equipped with a color TV and a refrigerator.
Nan Yi didn't pay attention to anything else. The only thing he cared about was that Moutai had appeared on the Spring Festival Gala for the second time.
Nan Chen wine cannot wait until television advertising is allowed to start promoting it. Chen Weizhong is almost ready for the International Wine Expo, and only the finishing touch is left.
Nan Yi should also help Chen Weizhong open up a channel so that he has the opportunity to send Nan Chen wine to the White House banquet.
"Dad, the weather is nice today, can we go out for a walk?" Nan Yi had just watched the video for a while when Nan Ruoyin walked up to him and said.
"OK."
Nan Yi turned off the TV and the VCR, then turned around to look at Nan Ruoyin's clothes. Her clothes were a bit advanced for the country, but Nan Yi did not ask her to change.
In January this year, the National Work Clothes Style Selection Conference was held in Beijing. The conference selected 120 excellent styles from 986 items and recommended them to the whole country.
This selection meeting is a signal that the definition of "strange costumes" is no longer as strict as before.
In the past few years, wearing a suit was considered to be something unusual and a manifestation of the petty bourgeoisie. But now, suits have become work clothes for various state-owned units that provide external services, and people selling pork in grocery stores all wear suits.
Nan Ruoyin's clothes did not have any extra accessories, they were just a little luxurious, but the extent of this luxury was something that most people could not assess.
Nan Yi went to the room and found two of Liu Zhen’s scarves, put them on Nan Ruoyin and himself, and then went out.
Not long after I left the house, two young men came towards me. One of them had a tape recorder on his shoulder and played music from the speaker, "Ali, Alibaba, Alibaba is a happy young man. Ali, Alibaba, Alibaba is a strange man from Mars."
The two young people were walking in a unsteady manner. Nan Yi couldn't tell that they had any sense of rhythm. They were just dancing to the music. It was estimated that they had no chance to go to the dance hall. They could only wait a few more years to go to a disco.
"Dad, what's popular in China now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Dancing, Toprock? Footwork? Powermove or Freeze, Flip?"
"It's pretty much the same as the last two years, with the three-step, four-step, sailor dance, and stick dance. The rock step and air freeze you mentioned are called Breaking. Isn't it popular in the Bronx? How come you've been there?"
"Aunt Scarlett is a Yankees fan, didn't you know that, Dad?"
"so what?"
"She often took us to watch Yankees games. The Yankees' home stadium is in the Bronx. Every time we went there, we saw people dancing Breaking, including blacks, Hispanics, and Chinese."
"You're not just watching, are you? Did Scarlett also take you to dance?"
"Take me and Anko to skip twice, Dad. Breaking is not hard to learn."
"Since you and Hongdou have a good foundation in Kung Fu, it shouldn't be hard to learn. Some of the moves in Breaking come from Shaw Brothers' Kung Fu films."
"Oh, Dad, how do you know so much about Breaking?"
"Haha, because dad can dance too." Nan Yi twisted his body and made a classic glass-wiping gesture.
"Hehe, I can do that, too."
Nan Ruoyin followed Nan Yi's example and also wiped a piece of glass.
The father and daughter walked and talked all the way, and before they knew it, they arrived at Baihuashenhu Hutong.
As soon as he reached the gate of the courtyard, Nan Yi heard a roar of laughter coming from inside. "Wang Jue, this grandson, really treats this place as his own home. He's still staying here in the first month of the year."
Shaking his head, he walked into the yard with Nan Ruoyin. At a glance, he saw a lot of people gathered around a table. After a quick look, Nan Yi recognized Ye Yu, Ma Modu, Zheng Xiaolong, Ying Rui, Jiang Wen, and...
Hey, has Feng Pants already become part of this circle now?
Nan Yi, who lacked understanding of the literary and art circles, did not know that his little wings had already flapped out shock waves. Some things had undergone subtle changes, some people had been recognized more quickly, and some people had lost the opportunity to be recognized.
The opportunities of some people have also been changed invisibly.
Wherever Nan Yi passes, the trajectory of the river flow naturally changes. The more he does, the more changes there are, and the impact will naturally become greater and greater, from a trickle to a big river, and even to the sea and ocean.
Maybe one day it will change the evolution of the world. Fortunately, Nan Yi is not a "memory flow" player. He has always advocated situation analysis and timely intelligence.
Although the Feng Kuzi in front of him looked a little different from the one in Nan Yi's memory, his mouth and teeth showed that he was definitely Feng Kuzi.
The man next to Feng's pants also looked familiar, but Nan Yi didn't recognize him.
"What are you talking about? You seem so happy."
Nan Yi brought Nan Ruoyin forward and greeted them.
"I was just talking about Bozi and Ma Modu. A few days ago, these two grandsons went to Donglaishun and ordered 20 kilograms of mutton hotpot. Well, they scared the waiter. They thought they were the hostages who had just been released from some bandit's lair."
Wang Jue and Ma Modu didn't take it seriously. Wang Jue laughed and said, "You're talking about us. You're not much better. You just stole the silver spoon from Lao Mo, and now you're still walking around Lao Mo's door."
Ye Qi spat, "Go away, am I someone who would do such a vulgar thing?"
"That's right." Ma Modu said.
"Nan Batian, where are you coming from? I called you the day before yesterday and wanted to ask you to come out to keep watch together, but no one answered. Are you back to Chui Yangliu?"
"No, I just arrived in the capital the day before yesterday afternoon, coming back from Xiangkeng."
"Hey, Nan Batian is Nan Batian. Going to Xiangkeng is just like me going to Miyun. He can go when he wants and come back when he wants. Hey, who is this girl? Your niece?" Wang Lu said, pointing at Nan Ruoyin and asked.
"My daughter." Nan Yi said casually, and then said to Nan Ruoyin: "These are all your uncles and aunts. It's the first month of the year. Say hello to them all."
After that, he turned to the people present and said, "If you are not doing well, please go to the bathroom for a while. Don't let my daughter's gift go to waste."
Nan Ruoyin smiled and said sweetly, "Happy New Year, uncles and aunts."
"Very good, no one escaped, hurry up, what are you waiting for?"
"Nan Batian, everyone asks for red envelopes, but you are the one who chases for them. Can you just owe me first? I have been cheated by these grandsons these past two days."
"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. My daughter has already given the gift, so you should at least wrap it in red paper to fool her."
"It's in a red paper package. Here you go." Wang Li took out a crumpled red paper package from his pocket and threw it to Nan Yi.
Nan Yi grabbed it and twisted it, and knew it was empty. "Okay, I'm just kidding you, you bastard, you spend your money easily. You don't have a penny in your pocket in the first month of the year, and you don't have to worry about being embarrassed when you go out."
Seeing that everyone else was giving red envelopes to Nan Ruoyin, Nan Yi gave Nan Ruoyin a look and asked her to accept it. This kind of friendship would be easily established through mutual interactions.
"Ha, red envelopes cannot be given away for free. I'll treat you to mutton hotpot later. Don't just ask for 20 kilograms, 200 kilograms will be fine too."
"Nan Batian, can you please not bring this up?"
"Okay, let's skip that. There are a few new friends here, why don't you introduce them to each other." Nan Yi pointed to a few people he shouldn't have known.
"Let me introduce you. This is Zheng Xiaolong, from the Beijing Television Production Center, brought by Weizi. This is Feng Kuzi, who came with Xiaolong. And this one is really amazing. His grandfather was the head of the ×× Independent Regiment..."
"Okay, Wang Ju, I have a name too. When introducing myself to others, don't mention my grandfather all the time. Hello, Ye Daying."
"Nan Yi." Nan Yi shook hands with Ye Daying and said, "I haven't seen you before. Needless to say, you must be a good student and have never come out to investigate."
"Haha, Nan Batian, please stop it. Da Ying grew up in Shanghai. If he were in Beijing, he might have suffered at your hands."
" Nonsense , you are a bully, I am not." Nan Yi said to Wang Lu, and then said to everyone: "If Wang Luan tells you that I had a fight before, don't believe it.
I have been a good kid since I was young. I studied hard and made progress every day. I went down to Earth to repair the earth for half a year, and then I became a glorious college student. Except for Wang Liumang, everyone else is obviously a cultured person. Let's not bother with him."
"Hey, Nan Batian, is there anyone who is so mean as you? How come I am not a cultured person? Old Ma, tell Nan Batian about my glorious history."
"What did you say? Did you publish a short story, or did you receive 62 cents for the article?"
"Tsk, Lao Ma, when did you become like Nan Batian?"
