20 years of spring breeze
Chapter 60 Lighter
Chapter 60 Lighter (sincere apology)
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In today's words, Wang Zhilong is a little prince of silence, and when he speaks, he is silent.
Everyone was a little impatient, and they didn't know how to answer the conversation. Besides, they were not that familiar, so let's not answer, this scene is so embarrassing.
Chen Hui coughed and said to Xiaowei: "This place is full of laid-off and unemployed workers. They just pay some management fees, and there is no tax or anything, so the price is definitely cheaper than during the day, but they earn a lot. There are many things in it. At least they are places bought with money, so what can you do if you earn less?"
Xia Maosheng asked: "How do you know?"
Chen Hui pointed to the street lamp on his finger and said, "I don't care about this thing. Why don't they use electricity? There is a place for us here. If I want to come, I will come early."
Xiaowei looked at him and said, "Why don't you come? Isn't it good to make money?"
Chen Hui twitched and said, "It's too troublesome, tired and cold, you think it's so easy to pay and close the stalls, you have to buy and exchange goods, you have to deal with hooligans, you have to respect management, and you can earn money after a month." Not much."
Xiaowei asked: "How much is not earned?"
Chen Hui scratched his head and said, "Thousands of dollars? There are tens of thousands of dollars in good business, and most of them cost 2000 or [-] yuan, which is not too different from our work."
Xiaowei smiled and said: "Yes, it's not too much difference, only a thousand dollars or so. If you are lazy, just say lazy, and talk like this."
Several people laughed, and Xia Maosheng said: "Chen Hui, you are not in the right state. Now that we are young, we still have to make a fuss. Only money is in the hands of money earners. When we grow up, we will have families and children who want to make troubles." It’s too late to regret it then.”
Xiaowei nodded and said: "Lao Xia is right. If you don't earn some money while you are young, what do you do when you are old? Why don't you get married in the future? Don't you raise children? Where do you get the money for now? Is the salary enough? How much?" Earn some money, and Hua will be confident."
Chen Hui raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, earn, I'll earn money tomorrow, okay? Why are you rushing at me when I go to the night market?" Several people laughed again, turned their heads to look at the market, and started to visit the night market.
"It's pretty, how can you sell it?" On the other side, Luo Qinghe took a lighter from the stall and looked at it, then turned to Li Guangzhao beside him and said, "Is this pretty? Look, it's a windproof one, don't you make one?" He lit the lighter and showed it to Li Guangzhao.
Li Guangzhao took a look from Luo Qinghe's hand, shook his head and said, "No, this thing looks good, but it's useless. You have to pay for it, and it's heavy to return. I just use this one-time thing and it's fine. "
Luo Qinghe put down the lighter in his hand and picked up a flip-top one and said, "What about this one? I see that many bosses use this kind of one, the flint one. This one burns gasoline and doesn't need to be ventilated." The machine ignited.
Li Guangzhao said: "You can pull it down, and still burn gasoline, burn your hands and play? This is burning kerosene, understand? Gasoline will explode if you burn it like this."
Luo Qinghe took the lighter and turned it over for a few times, and even smelled it, and asked, "Is it kerosene? Isn't it gasoline? What kind of oil is kerosene? This smell really doesn't seem to be gasoline."
Li Guangzhao asked: "Have you never used a kerosene stove in your house?"
From the 70s to the 80s, kerosene stoves were very popular in Northeast cities for a period of time, and almost every household had one.A square iron shelf, about [-] centimeters high, with a fuel tank underneath and a circle of twisters, which need to be inflated before use.It is very convenient to use, but the smell is too strong, and you can get a hand of kerosene at a time, and sometimes it can't handle it and make a lot of black smoke.
Luo Qinghe put the lighter back on the stall and said: "My family has a lot of firewood in the countryside. I've heard of it and never seen it before." Clapping their hands, the two of them were about to leave.
"Hey, brother, did you just leave like this?" The stall owner, a fat and strong old man in his thirties, stretched out his hands and stared at Luo Qinghe.
Luo Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Is that still gawking? Is there something wrong?"
The boss pointed to the lighter that Luo Qinghe had just put down and said, "Forget about the gas-fired one, but the oil-fired one won't work. You just fired it a few times. After burning for a long time, you have used up the flint and the twister. You can see for yourself." Look, have the twisted seeds burned black? How can I sell them?"
Qi Guangjun whispered to Xiaowei: "Look, I can't leave, I can't buy it."
Xiaowei looked at Qi Guangjun, walked over to pick up the lighter that Luo Qinghe burned and asked Luo Qinghe, "This one?" Luo Qinghe nodded.
Xiaowei opened it and looked, and it was true that the twister was burnt for a while. This kind of lighter burns the twister when it is lit. To be honest, I really can’t try it casually.
In 90, there were many styles of lighters on the market, and the quality was actually very good. Most of them were imitated from Hong Kong, Taiwan and foreign countries in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Peng Zhibao and others cost thousands of dollars, but these high-quality imitations cost only a few hundred and eight dollars, and they are no worse than Peng Hebao’s in use, unlike those of later generations, which break after a few uses.
Xiaowei has never seen other things in the countryside, but lighters are not uncommon. Xiaohong’s father, the stationmaster Wang, used Zhibao, which was true during World War II. As for Uncle Xiaxia, it’s good. There are more lighters, everything is Peng Zhibao, Cartier, Dunhill, Pacca, and he has played with it in the past few years. He now has Cartier and Dunhill at home, but they are a bit conspicuous when taken out, and they are quite heavy, so they have been kept at home.
He opened the cover and took a look, weighed it, and lit it. Xiaowei threw the lighter to Chen Hui, turned around and said to the boss: "That's fine, how much is it, I'll buy it." Fortunately, the lighter is relatively heavy, because it is generally used All are pure steel and copper.
The boss glanced at the group of people on Xiaowei's side, nodded himself, and said with a smile: "This one, this is the best one at my stall, so, buddy, I don't care if I'm happy. , you give three hundred, and I will fill you with oil again."
Xiaowei pointed to another lighter on the stall and asked, "What about this one?"
The boss had already looked at Qi Guangjun in the crowd and said, "That's two hundred and two."
Xiaowei pointed to the person who had just bought a lighter at the stall and said, "He spent eighty, didn't he?"
The boss froze, and said, "It's different for him to buy that one. Besides, it's an acquaintance of mine. I didn't earn his money. Should I buy it? Just buy it at this price and pay."
The market in the early 90s was quite chaotic, no one cared about it, and the sellers just called the price casually. Those who could negotiate the price would spend less, and those who couldn’t negotiate the price would spend more. There are more than five hundred and thousands, but it's not who the boss is targeting. Even if you bully outsiders and sell a few at a high price, it's common at this time. People who do business outside have done a few.
Thanks to everyone's hard work, good things are finally expected this week. The double push of the mobile client and the web channel suddenly came in a pleasant surprise. Thank you, thank you.I can't express the joy in my heart, why don't I agree with my body, and I will ask for travel expenses.
(End of this chapter)
(recommendation ticket, collection, genuine click, please beg)
In today's words, Wang Zhilong is a little prince of silence, and when he speaks, he is silent.
Everyone was a little impatient, and they didn't know how to answer the conversation. Besides, they were not that familiar, so let's not answer, this scene is so embarrassing.
Chen Hui coughed and said to Xiaowei: "This place is full of laid-off and unemployed workers. They just pay some management fees, and there is no tax or anything, so the price is definitely cheaper than during the day, but they earn a lot. There are many things in it. At least they are places bought with money, so what can you do if you earn less?"
Xia Maosheng asked: "How do you know?"
Chen Hui pointed to the street lamp on his finger and said, "I don't care about this thing. Why don't they use electricity? There is a place for us here. If I want to come, I will come early."
Xiaowei looked at him and said, "Why don't you come? Isn't it good to make money?"
Chen Hui twitched and said, "It's too troublesome, tired and cold, you think it's so easy to pay and close the stalls, you have to buy and exchange goods, you have to deal with hooligans, you have to respect management, and you can earn money after a month." Not much."
Xiaowei asked: "How much is not earned?"
Chen Hui scratched his head and said, "Thousands of dollars? There are tens of thousands of dollars in good business, and most of them cost 2000 or [-] yuan, which is not too different from our work."
Xiaowei smiled and said: "Yes, it's not too much difference, only a thousand dollars or so. If you are lazy, just say lazy, and talk like this."
Several people laughed, and Xia Maosheng said: "Chen Hui, you are not in the right state. Now that we are young, we still have to make a fuss. Only money is in the hands of money earners. When we grow up, we will have families and children who want to make troubles." It’s too late to regret it then.”
Xiaowei nodded and said: "Lao Xia is right. If you don't earn some money while you are young, what do you do when you are old? Why don't you get married in the future? Don't you raise children? Where do you get the money for now? Is the salary enough? How much?" Earn some money, and Hua will be confident."
Chen Hui raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, earn, I'll earn money tomorrow, okay? Why are you rushing at me when I go to the night market?" Several people laughed again, turned their heads to look at the market, and started to visit the night market.
"It's pretty, how can you sell it?" On the other side, Luo Qinghe took a lighter from the stall and looked at it, then turned to Li Guangzhao beside him and said, "Is this pretty? Look, it's a windproof one, don't you make one?" He lit the lighter and showed it to Li Guangzhao.
Li Guangzhao took a look from Luo Qinghe's hand, shook his head and said, "No, this thing looks good, but it's useless. You have to pay for it, and it's heavy to return. I just use this one-time thing and it's fine. "
Luo Qinghe put down the lighter in his hand and picked up a flip-top one and said, "What about this one? I see that many bosses use this kind of one, the flint one. This one burns gasoline and doesn't need to be ventilated." The machine ignited.
Li Guangzhao said: "You can pull it down, and still burn gasoline, burn your hands and play? This is burning kerosene, understand? Gasoline will explode if you burn it like this."
Luo Qinghe took the lighter and turned it over for a few times, and even smelled it, and asked, "Is it kerosene? Isn't it gasoline? What kind of oil is kerosene? This smell really doesn't seem to be gasoline."
Li Guangzhao asked: "Have you never used a kerosene stove in your house?"
From the 70s to the 80s, kerosene stoves were very popular in Northeast cities for a period of time, and almost every household had one.A square iron shelf, about [-] centimeters high, with a fuel tank underneath and a circle of twisters, which need to be inflated before use.It is very convenient to use, but the smell is too strong, and you can get a hand of kerosene at a time, and sometimes it can't handle it and make a lot of black smoke.
Luo Qinghe put the lighter back on the stall and said: "My family has a lot of firewood in the countryside. I've heard of it and never seen it before." Clapping their hands, the two of them were about to leave.
"Hey, brother, did you just leave like this?" The stall owner, a fat and strong old man in his thirties, stretched out his hands and stared at Luo Qinghe.
Luo Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Is that still gawking? Is there something wrong?"
The boss pointed to the lighter that Luo Qinghe had just put down and said, "Forget about the gas-fired one, but the oil-fired one won't work. You just fired it a few times. After burning for a long time, you have used up the flint and the twister. You can see for yourself." Look, have the twisted seeds burned black? How can I sell them?"
Qi Guangjun whispered to Xiaowei: "Look, I can't leave, I can't buy it."
Xiaowei looked at Qi Guangjun, walked over to pick up the lighter that Luo Qinghe burned and asked Luo Qinghe, "This one?" Luo Qinghe nodded.
Xiaowei opened it and looked, and it was true that the twister was burnt for a while. This kind of lighter burns the twister when it is lit. To be honest, I really can’t try it casually.
In 90, there were many styles of lighters on the market, and the quality was actually very good. Most of them were imitated from Hong Kong, Taiwan and foreign countries in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Peng Zhibao and others cost thousands of dollars, but these high-quality imitations cost only a few hundred and eight dollars, and they are no worse than Peng Hebao’s in use, unlike those of later generations, which break after a few uses.
Xiaowei has never seen other things in the countryside, but lighters are not uncommon. Xiaohong’s father, the stationmaster Wang, used Zhibao, which was true during World War II. As for Uncle Xiaxia, it’s good. There are more lighters, everything is Peng Zhibao, Cartier, Dunhill, Pacca, and he has played with it in the past few years. He now has Cartier and Dunhill at home, but they are a bit conspicuous when taken out, and they are quite heavy, so they have been kept at home.
He opened the cover and took a look, weighed it, and lit it. Xiaowei threw the lighter to Chen Hui, turned around and said to the boss: "That's fine, how much is it, I'll buy it." Fortunately, the lighter is relatively heavy, because it is generally used All are pure steel and copper.
The boss glanced at the group of people on Xiaowei's side, nodded himself, and said with a smile: "This one, this is the best one at my stall, so, buddy, I don't care if I'm happy. , you give three hundred, and I will fill you with oil again."
Xiaowei pointed to another lighter on the stall and asked, "What about this one?"
The boss had already looked at Qi Guangjun in the crowd and said, "That's two hundred and two."
Xiaowei pointed to the person who had just bought a lighter at the stall and said, "He spent eighty, didn't he?"
The boss froze, and said, "It's different for him to buy that one. Besides, it's an acquaintance of mine. I didn't earn his money. Should I buy it? Just buy it at this price and pay."
The market in the early 90s was quite chaotic, no one cared about it, and the sellers just called the price casually. Those who could negotiate the price would spend less, and those who couldn’t negotiate the price would spend more. There are more than five hundred and thousands, but it's not who the boss is targeting. Even if you bully outsiders and sell a few at a high price, it's common at this time. People who do business outside have done a few.
Thanks to everyone's hard work, good things are finally expected this week. The double push of the mobile client and the web channel suddenly came in a pleasant surprise. Thank you, thank you.I can't express the joy in my heart, why don't I agree with my body, and I will ask for travel expenses.
(End of this chapter)
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