Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 475
July 1984, 7, the 18th day of the sixth lunar month, is suitable for opening a business, moving into a house, getting married, and offering sacrifices.

In front of the brand-new buildings located less than 500 meters southwest of Yangzhou Railway Station, colorful flags fluttered and crowds gathered.

The eight gold-plated signboards of "Yangzhou Clothing Wholesale Center" stand on the top of the building more than 20 meters away, with extraordinary momentum.

The clothing wholesale center built by He Ping and the others is a four-story multi-storey building, each floor has a construction area of ​​more than 4 square meters, and the storey height is as high as six meters. The interior space is extremely spacious.

The outermost circle on the first floor is a circle of shops, which is also the most valuable place in the whole wholesale center.The interior is divided into different areas of the stalls, neat and orderly, not dense.

It is said to be a clothing wholesale center, but in fact it includes a one-stop process from fabrics to tailors, to spare parts, to ready-made garments.

Two days ago, Jiang Yongan took He Ping to visit the interior of the clothing wholesale center, and the effect was very good, not inferior to some large shopping malls and commercial centers that He Ping visited later.

The guide was Huo Guangyao, who was invited by Jiang Yongan from Xiangjiang with a high salary. He Ping met a real person for the first time.

The classic OL dress is meticulous, and it can be seen from the clothes that he is a cautious and shrewd person.

During the two-hour visit, the whole process was introduced by Huo Guangyao and He Ping. He was well-organized and precise in his words, and he was able to answer some sudden questions from He Ping with ease.

He Ping also praised Jiang Yong'an for recruiting a talent for the clothing wholesale center.

Today is the opening ceremony of the Garment Wholesale Center. Han Zhaokun brought He Ping to the scene early in the morning, but He Ping didn't make any publicity. He just asked for a work permit for himself and acted as a general staff member.

From 9 o'clock, many cars drove into the parking lot opened in front of the clothing wholesale center. It is rare to see so many cars in this era.

Corolla, Santana, Polonaise, Lada...

He Ping counted them one by one. These old cars in his memory brought a knowing smile to his face.

"Beep!" A whistle sounded beside him.

He Ping turned his head and saw that it was a Toyota Corolla that was exactly the same as Han Zhaokun's. The driver stuck his head out of the window, "Little brother, I'm going to reverse the car, please help me take a look."

The driver who spoke looked like he was in his 40s, with a wide mouth and nose, and was wearing a white shirt that was very common for Yangdong cadres in this era.

The Corolla moved slowly, and the driver in the car seemed to be rubbing mahjong with his hands. There was a trace of panic, and he looked like a novice driver.

"Twice to the left, reverse, reverse. Yes, turn back, turn around again..."

It took a full 2 ​​minutes, and the middle-aged driver finally parked the car in the parking space under He Ping's command.

He Ping looked at the spacious parking space and fell into contemplation. How did the driver's license test for such a car for such a long time?

"Little brother, thank you!"

He Ping felt that someone was patting himself on the shoulder. It turned out to be the middle-aged driver who got off the car. The other party thanked him with a smile on his face. Behind him was a teenage young lady, wearing a children's suit, which seemed to have been specially dressed. .

"You're welcome, you need to practice more on your driving skills."

The middle-aged driver was not angry when he was told that his driving skills were not good. He just smiled awkwardly, "I just drove, so I'm not very proficient. I've been practicing for a few days. I guess it should be fine if I practice for a few more days."

What do you mean by "practicing for a few days", and you are driving without a license?
He Ping's eyes were a bit hurtful, and the middle-aged driver argued, "I have a certificate, but I'm a little less practiced..."

The middle-aged driver felt that he was wrong and his voice became smaller and smaller. He Ping couldn't help but said: "A car is a steel machine. It travels on the road at a speed of tens to hundreds of kilometers per hour. It is a very dangerous thing for other vehicles and pedestrians, so you must be careful when driving, and you must hone your driving skills, otherwise you will harm others and yourself."

The middle-aged driver seemed to be in his 40s. He didn't get angry when he was scolded by a young man who looked like he was in his 20s. Instead, he nodded sincerely.

On the contrary, the little boy who was following him had a disgruntled expression on his face. In his mind, his father was omnipotent, but today he was taught a lesson by such a person who seemed not much older than himself.

"What the little brother said is that I didn't think about this matter. I must practice the car before I go back. I have been taught today!"

He Ping didn't intend to blame him at all, but seeing that the elder brother didn't realize the danger of driving at all, he couldn't help but say a few words.

Being scolded by a young man like himself, the middle-aged driver did not get angry but apologized. He Ping appreciated such self-cultivation.

"I'm sorry, sometimes I'm used to talking too much, so don't take it to heart." He Ping also apologized.

The middle-aged driver smiled and said, "No, no, I will definitely take this matter to heart. Human life is a matter of fate. Little brother, you are right to mention it."

Both of them laughed after they finished speaking, their character can be seen in the subtleties, if they meet someone like each other in a parking lot, they are worth making friends with.

The middle-aged driver held out his hand, "Little brother, let's get to know each other. Ma Chenshu is now working for Nanshan Shipping Company. This is my son. I will take him out to see the world during the summer vacation."

"He Ping, the main job is writing, and the side job is a small business. Your son looks very kind!"

When He Ping looked at Ma Chenshu, he didn't feel anything, but his son felt inexplicably familiar. Those squinted eyes exuded a fucking temperament.

Letting go, Ma Chenshu read He Ping's name, "Writing? He Ping? Are you the He Ping who wrote the novel?"

"No talent, I'm here." He Ping said modestly.

Ma Chenshu said pleasantly: "Oh, it's really Teacher He Ping. I'm sorry, I didn't expect to meet you in such a way today. We are all your readers!"

"Brother Ma, you are polite, thanks to your family's love. You are a senior, just call me He Ping."

"It seems that I am a little older, so I will not be polite. Huateng, my name is Uncle He."

His surname is Ma, and his name is Huateng.

Fuck, I said why does it look so familiar, it turned out to be you kid!
Think about how much pocket money you cheated from your father and me back then, you bastard.

With a smirk on He Ping's face, he pinched Ma Huateng's chubby little face and said through gritted teeth, "Come on, call me uncle!"

Just as Xiao Ma called Uncle with a face full of displeasure, He Ping had a better idea, and this time he knew him. Uncle will definitely "take care" of you when he has a chance in the future, He Ping thought sinisterly.

Ma Huateng squinted his small eyes, always feeling that the smiling uncle in front of him had no good intentions.

Ma Chenshu was invited to attend the opening ceremony of the Garment Wholesale Center today. He looked at the badge on He Ping's chest and asked curiously, "He Ping, where are you at the Garment Wholesale Center..."

(End of this chapter)