At night, the playground of Nantou Township Primary School was crowded with people.
The 32-inch large color TV seemed to be enshrined in a shrine, and put on the high rostrum in red. A box of'First Blood' was stuffed into the video recorder, and Silvester Stallone fought against the American police sturdily on the screen.
The pictures, sound quality, plot, and popular action movies deeply attracted the teachers and students of the school and the onlookers. Even the people from the township government came over and screamed, feeling that watching foreigners' films is a kind of enjoyment.
The first use of the donated teaching aids was to show the movie publicly, but the music and the shock of the men, women and children in Nantou Township were broken. Many people usually listen to a radio speaker and accept this audiovisual feast at once, like falling into a dream.
No..., I would never dream of such a good-looking movie in my dreams.
In the dark night, there were only gunfire and fighting roars from the TV on the playground. The people watching the movie didn't even dare to get out of the air, and a cough would arouse public anger.
"First Blood" is really good-looking, and it is a classic even 30 years later. It is difficult to make such a film in China. But Zhou Qingfeng sat behind the railing on the second floor of the school's teaching building, looking at the black head under the flashing screen, without thinking.
Compared with the excitement of other audiences, Ma Jing pays more attention to Zhou Qingfeng. It's not that girls don't like action movies, but the boys around her attract her more.
"A colleague just asked, do you still have a radio?" the female teacher asked.
After donating three pieces of electrical appliances to the school, Zhou Qingfeng gave prizes to the children of the school, and selected 30 students with "excellent character and learning", each with a domestic radio.
The radio in "Recycling Garbage" is very small, only as big as a palm. They are not even bad, they just don't adapt to the market and can't be sold.
Zhou Qingfeng said that all foreigners are imported goods. In fact, everyone believes it too. After all, the current domestic radios simply cannot be so small, and the sound quality is also distorted.
Someone came to ask about the radio, and Zhou Qingfeng nodded, "Not only there are radios, but there are also color TV tape recorders, video recorders, and even video tapes. You can buy them for only money.
"How much do you want?"
"Uh..., it's not necessarily. It is in stock now, but it doesn't mean that it will be in the future."
Zhou Qingfeng didn't dare to speak up, God knows what's in the recyclable garbage that he buys next time
Ma Jing left quietly, and came back after a while and asked, "How much is that kind of big color TV?"
"Who wants it?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, "If you want it, I will give you one."
Ma Jing's breathing was stagnant. Yesterday, she said she would send a bicycle, and that would cost hundreds of yuan at most. But this big color TV is different, everyone who chatted with her unanimously said that this grade of color TV will not be less than 10,000.
"Zhou Qingfeng, did you smuggle these goods? Why don't you sell them in the market? Who can afford them in this village?" Ma Jing was very puzzled. She didn't dare to think that Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to give it away. Close. If this is really received, I am afraid that it can only be repaid by marrying someone.
For another girl, if there is a color TV worth tens of thousands of dollars as a betrothal gift, she will immediately nod her head and agree to the marriage. Change to another man, hire with a gift worth tens of thousands of dollars, what girl can't marry
Ma Jing was flustered, her mind was numb. She and Zhou Qingfeng have only known each other for a week, so she really doesn't know how this kid can be so generous? The other party didn't seem to treat the money as money, so he gave it away.
Between light and shadow, Zhou Qingfeng saw the doubt on the woman's face. If he said that he was unselfish in giving gifts, I'm afraid no one would believe it. If you don't be suspected, you can only smear yourself.
"These things are indeed smuggled. Don't I want to sell them well and pave the way for future sales? Just tell me, who wants to sell them?"
This sounds a reasonable explanation. It is more brilliant than stealing bribes. The benefits are laid out, and they are donated to the school. No one can fault it-Teacher Ma has already made up a series of inside stories in his mind, but instead feels that Zhou Qingfeng has a deep plan.
Just thinking that this kid didn't give it to herself, the girl felt disappointed again. She was still thinking about whether Zhou Qingfeng would give a big color TV worth tens of thousands of dollars. In a blink of an eye, he realized that the other party was not coming at him.
So contradictory thoughts.
Really annoying!
"The township leader wants to buy it, but at this price..." Ma Jing glanced at Zhou Qingfeng, "How much do you sell for this kind of color TV?"
"Three thousand and one. I have a few smaller ones, and the price will be cheaper. In addition, video recorders and tape recorders are all 30% off the normal price, plus a three-month warranty."
With three thousand one large color TV set, Ma Jing thought about her salary, and her tongue was stunned. The 30% discount is not something you can afford. She left quietly for a while, and when she came back, she said: "The township wants two color TVs, three video recorders, and five tape recorders.
Dozens of people want to buy the radio you gave to students. There are even more people who want more of the bicycles you sell. Someone rides your bike to town, and even the people in the town are looking at the novelty.
I just heard someone say that you guessed it was a smuggled cargo from Tianyang City by water, so no one usually sees it. But don't worry, no one in the village cares about this. As long as you can buy cheap goods, you can say anything. "
At the end of the talk, Ma Jing hesitated for a while, and lowered her voice again and said, "The township chief said those words just now, and he is sitting there with the heads of other township governments."
The female teacher pointed towards the dark playground. Zhou Qingfeng's eyes were sharp and she vaguely saw several middle-aged people standing there whispering to each other. They don't care much about movies, and they obviously know that they have a chance to get exclusive home appliances.
As for whether it is public or private to pay the bill, Zhou Qingfeng doesn't care. This situation is basically the same as his vision, and there is not much difference. The head and brain asked Ma Jing to spread the word, apparently he didn't want to have any direct contact with the smuggler.
But this is good for everyone, Zhou Qingfeng is unwilling to deal with these bureaucrats, communication is too tiring. Ma Jing hesitated for a while, and deliberately said proudly: "I don't want to take your things for nothing. But your bike makes me like it again. I pay to buy it."
"The car I left for you sells for fifty yuan." Zhou Qingfeng was blunt and stretched out his hand.
"It's so expensive?" Ma Jing suddenly felt sad-she really lied to me. She used me as a tool to build a bridge with the leaders of the village. Use human face forward, not face backward. Sure enough, you shouldn't believe a man, the unconscionable man who is asking for such a high price? !
Fifty yuan is Ma Jing's monthly salary. She thought that Zhou Qingfeng just said that she would send a large color TV worth tens of thousands of dollars, but now she cares about a bicycle. The huge contrast makes her feel wronged and want to cry.
Bad guy, everything is deceptive.
The young female teacher held back her tears, took out her wallet from her pocket, and drew out five crumpled banknotes, "Here, I bought it." The moment she gave the money, she couldn't control it, and she spoke with tears.
Ma Jing usually eats frugally, and now she spends more than a month's salary to buy a bicycle. If she hadn't spoken her words, she couldn't bear it.
Zhou Qingfeng took the money, but took another small thing out of his pocket and handed it over, "The car is in the store, and you will ride it by yourself tomorrow. This thing is for you."
"I don't want your stuff." Teacher Ma must maintain his last pride and never bow his head for petty profits. She pushed the little thing back.
Zhou Qingfeng forced it over, "Take it, don't cry. You sell the car in the county, and there are people asking for it for 100 yuan. This is really for you."
"what is this?"
"Walkman."