Return to the small mountain village in 1986

The day after Gao Mingcheng returned from southern Gansu, a long-lost autumn rain began to fall in the county.

The rain was not heavy, but after the rain fell, the temperature seemed to drop several degrees, and the hot air became very cool.

In the clothing store, Gao Mingcheng was taking inventory in the warehouse on the third floor. He cleared out the remaining clothes from the spring sale and prepared to hang them in the store for sale.

The so-called spring and autumn styles are actually pretty much the same. After all, the temperatures in spring and autumn are about the same. They are all just thin quilted jackets or thin long-sleeved trousers.

These inventories, as well as the goods obtained from Gao Shouwang, are enough to support the sales of clothes in early autumn. After the wine at home is finished, he will go to Yangcheng to buy a batch of autumn and winter clothes.

Gao Mingcheng looked at the remaining summer clothes on the shelves, thought about it, and decided to move them downstairs as well. It was mid-September now, and although the temperature was still relatively high, it was okay to wear short sleeves and skirts during the day, but It will soon be the autumn and winter season.

There are not many summer clothes left. There are about fifty or sixty pieces of different styles. If there are any left, it means that these clothes are definitely not easy to sell. Therefore, Gao Mingcheng does not want to keep them until next summer and sell them. Decided to sell at a reduced price now.

Even if it is new clothes, after a year or two, its style will be outdated and its fabric will be aged. If the inventory is too high, it will not be good for the store's cash flow.

After cleaning up, Gao Mingcheng went downstairs with a large bag of clothes. He put the bag on the ground, and Gao Shufang and Zhang Jinling came over to take out the clothes in the bag and sort them out.

These clothes are bound to get wrinkled after being stored for a long time, and need to be ironed before being hung in the store for sale.

Gao Mingcheng told them about the discounts, and then flipped through the ledger, which recorded every sale.

Now Gao Shufang is the store manager and supervises three employees. The four of them are responsible for the operation of the entire clothing store. They also take turns cooking at noon.

Ever since Gao Mingcheng said last time that he could transfer the store to them, he had consciously asked Gao Shufang to take on more responsibilities.

Duo Mei was in charge of managing the kindergarten, and Gao Mingcheng was only responsible for the purchase of goods for the clothing store, and rarely took care of anything else. However, despite this, because the clothing store had already been on track, it had little impact.

In this case, Gao Mingcheng let go even more. Except for occasionally coming to check on the situation, he rarely came to the clothing store. In the past, his family ate at the clothing store, but now they also went to the kindergarten to eat.

The kindergarten has a dedicated large kitchen and a large dining table, which can accommodate even a large number of people.

"Shufang, you are responsible for the affairs in the store. I will leave first." Gao Mingcheng greeted and prepared to leave.

"Hey." Gao Shufang lowered her head to work, still thinking about where to put these clothes.

The rain outside has stopped. Because the rain was not heavy, it only wet the ground, but people walking on the road felt very cool.

Gao Mingcheng was wearing short sleeves and long trousers, and he was walking through this newly built street with other pedestrians. Most of the houses on both sides of the street were built in the 1980s, so they looked relatively new. If you walk a little way into the alley, The houses you see will look older and lower.

But as people's living standards get better and better, more and more people will choose to build houses.

Gao Mingcheng walked all the way and soon arrived at Mao Zi's home.

The two-story new building is particularly eye-catching in this area, especially the five brand-new billiard tables on the first floor, which attract many young people to come here to play billiards.

When Gao Mingcheng came over, there were guests playing billiards at two pool tables, while Maozi's younger brother Yangyang was playing billiards at an empty table with a few kids nearby.

Mao Zi was playing ball with a guest. When he saw Gao Mingcheng coming, he immediately put down his cue and came forward with a smile.

"Brother Mingcheng!" Mao Zi shouted happily, then opened a drawer, took out a ledger from it and handed it to Gao Mingcheng.

After the house was built, the billiards room was opened. At first, Maozi's friends came to support it. Later, when people nearby learned about it, people would come to play billiards one after another, and gradually, there was income.

In addition to billiards fees, the store also generates revenue from cigarette lighters and snacks.

There is a cabinet against the wall of the billiards room. There are cigarette lighters and snacks in the cabinet. They are mainly sold to guests who come to play billiards, but nearby residents occasionally come to consume.

Gao Mingcheng looked through the account book quickly and asked, "Has anything interesting happened recently?"

This thing is familiar. A long time ago, he would tell Gao Mingcheng about the latest news in the county from time to time, and he could earn one or two yuan each time, which was enough for their brothers to eat for a day.

After the billiards room is opened, Mao Zi will be responsible for managing the billiards room. He can't go out on the street like before, but everyone who comes to play in the billiards room can provide him with information!

When Gao Mingcheng asked, Mao Zi happily talked about some new things in the county. Some people were playing gongs, some were making medical troubles, some were stealing things, and some were selling stolen goods.

The so-called gong beating is actually extortion, mainly extorting passing drivers on the road. A group of young people gathered together. They held gongs and drums, stopped in the middle of the road, and stopped the car.

After the driver is stopped, they have to negotiate with them. If the driver behaves weakly, they will scare the driver and force the driver to give them money.

If the driver behaves aggressively, they will only dare to extort a few cigarettes from the driver. Of course, if they encounter a tough driver, they may be beaten.

But under normal circumstances, when they are in large numbers, most drivers will choose to spend money to avoid trouble, and are unwilling to get involved too deeply with them, lest they get trapped.

And these gong players are often regular visitors to the three-bedroom apartment, so Mao Zi often comes into contact with these people and hears a lot of their bragging.

Gao Mingcheng listened to the gossip for a while. Although there were not many new ideas, it was enough to pass the time. After he finished listening, he was ready to leave.

But Maozi suddenly took his hand and said, "Brother Mingcheng, there seems to be something wrong with the second-hand TV I bought. When I opened it, it was full of snowflakes. Please help me find out what's going on."

With that said, he pulled Gao Mingcheng towards the stairs. As he approached the stairs, he did not forget to greet the guests to continue playing ball.

Gao Mingcheng didn't know why, but he realized that Mao Zi might have something important to say, so he followed Mao Zi to the second floor.

After arriving on the second floor, Mao Zi did not let him see what was wrong with the TV. Instead, he pulled him into the room and whispered: "Brother Mingcheng, one of my former friends, he may want to kill someone! "

Gao Mingcheng was stunned and asked: "What's going on? Who does he want to kill?"

Maozi told what happened. It turned out that the mother of a friend he used to hang out with got sick recently and was sent to the People's Hospital for treatment. The disease was quite serious. It was said that he had a tumor in his stomach and needed an operation.

Mao Zi sighed and said: "Although my friend has no ability, he is still relatively filial. In order to treat his mother, he specially gave the surgeon a big red envelope, just hoping that his mother would get better, but who knew that the surgeon After receiving the red envelope, the surgery was a mess! "After the surgeon cut open his fucking stomach, he said there were too many tumors inside and had worsened, so he couldn't cut them anymore, so he sewed his stomach open again. stand up."

"My friend has spent all his savings, and there is no cure for his damn disease. He can only wait at home to die. The last time we went to his house to visit his mother, he said bitterly that he was going to kill the surgeon. killed."

"We couldn't stop him, and we were afraid that he would actually kill someone. We were very worried!"

Mao Zi frowned and told Gao Mingcheng the troubles he had been pressing in his heart recently. In his heart, Gao Mingcheng was a very capable person, so he looked at Gao Mingcheng eagerly.

Gao Mingcheng was speechless for a moment, and then said: "Does He Dayou know about this? Let He Dayou persuade him. If you really think that the surgeon is not doing anything after accepting the red envelope, you can take the red envelope back and beat him secretly. Isn’t one meal enough?”

There is no need to kill people!
It is a common gray area for doctors to accept red envelopes, especially doctors at People's Hospital. However, some of them passively receive red envelopes because the patients' families feel uneasy if they do not give them.

But some people take the initiative to ask for red envelopes. If you don't give them, they may have a bad attitude at best, or they may delay treatment for you at worst.

Gao Mingcheng remembered that a certain dean was fired from his position because of accepting bribes.

Mao Zi's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he said, "Brother Dayou chased a thief last time, and he accidentally jumped from the second floor and broke his foot!"

Gao Mingcheng: "..."

What a weakling!
Gao Mingcheng couldn't do anything about Mao Zi's troubles. After all, he didn't know that person. Even if he knew him, he didn't know how to persuade him to tell him that there was nothing he could do about getting sick. Even if he killed the surgeon, he Mom still couldn't be saved.

If the surgeon in charge took advantage of the red envelope before the operation, then it can only be blamed on the doctor's poor medical skills and he would be beaten when necessary.

Gao Mingcheng felt that he could not help, but he still asked casually: "Who is the surgeon?"

Mao Zi said: "My name is Ma Zhengyi."

Gao Mingcheng was stunned. This name sounded familiar to him... Isn't this the brother-in-law of the dean who was masturbated?
The reason why the dean was masturbated was because his brother-in-law was killed in the hospital, and then the police intervened in the investigation, so they pulled out the carrot and brought it out of the mud.

Haha, is he going to witness history?

Gao Mingcheng suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Will he let history unfold, or will he intervene?

Mao Zi said before that his friend was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, but Gao Mingcheng didn't take it seriously. He thought it might be just a casual comment in anger, and he might not actually take action.

but now!
Did he really dare to kill Mao Zi's friend? He just took a kitchen knife and ran into the hospital to kill him!
The expression on Gao Mingcheng's face became cautious. He thought for a while and said: "Since your friend is filial, he must want to save his life. The doctors in this county hospital can't cure the disease, so why don't you want to go to the province?" How about seeing a doctor in the city’s hospital?”

Mao Zi said matter-of-factly: "I definitely want to go! But I can't go! How much does it cost to go to the provincial capital to see a doctor? Oh!"

Gao Mingcheng said: "Ma Zhengyi is the dean's brother-in-law. He has made a lot of money with his medical skills, but killing him will be of no use. It is better to get a sum of money from him."

Mao Zi's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly: "How to do it? Are you going to beat him up?"

Gao Mingcheng said: "If you get a small amount of money, just beat him up, but treatment costs a lot of money, so you have to use your brain. Think about it, he is so greedy, how can the dean not be greedy? He has As a backer, the dean dares to do this, but the dean has a high status and must always take his face and image into consideration. "

"You asked your friend to write two letters anonymously and send them to the dean and Ma Zhengyi respectively, telling them to give them 50,000 yuan each, otherwise they would be reported to the higher authorities for accepting bribes! Let them eat Don’t walk around!”

"This..." Mao Zi's eyes widened. He only thought about beating people up, and never thought that he could do this.

Everyone gets 50,000 yuan, that’s 100,000 yuan!

Oh my God, so much money!
Maozi just wanted to pinch his thigh!
Mao Zi said with a trembling tone: "Can they really give you so much money?"

Gao Mingcheng nodded, thinking to himself, what does this money mean?
When the dean was fucked in his previous life, his family had millions of dollars in property!
Nowadays, the so-called households with 10,000 yuan seem to be very rare and expensive, but why are most of the 10,000 yuan households in newspapers being farmers and hawkers?

What about those entrepreneurs and those in politics? Why doesn't anyone mention it?
Someone once said that we should make some people rich first, and then lead the majority of people to become rich later. This method is naturally correct, but those who get rich first are really rich!

Gao Mingcheng sighed in his heart for a while, and then seriously warned Mao Zi, saying: "You write to them anonymously, but don't show your face. Let them put the money in the designated place. If they give the money, you must meet them." Just accept it and don’t extort again and again, otherwise you will still be trapped in the quagmire.”

Maozi nodded, his little heart still beating thumpingly.

One hundred thousand yuan, just thinking about this number in his mind made Mao Zi feel excited.

The two of them went downstairs, and Mao Zi said in front of the guests: "Brother Mingcheng, I'm going to buy TV accessories and come back. You can take care of the billiard room for me!"

After Mao Zi found an excuse, he quickly ran to his friend's house.

Gao Mingcheng was not unhappy about being left to look after the store. The store originally belonged to him, but he had just given it to Mao Zi to fully manage.

Gao Mingcheng opened a pack of cigarettes, handed a cigarette to each customer in the store, and then struck up a conversation.

When Maozi came back, Gao Mingcheng was already playing billiards with others. Not to mention, he has good physical fitness and good eyesight. Even if he has never played billiards, his accuracy is better than others.

Nowadays, many young people play billiards based on their feelings and do not know any skills. Sometimes they even deliberately imitate the billiards moves in Hong Kong dramas and think they are pretty cool.

After Gao Mingcheng made another hole-in-one, he became the final winner.

He was in a good mood, but when Maozi came back, he put down the club and was not going to play.

Maozi came back empty-handed, but he put on a show and made a complete set. He also complained that there were no accessories to buy and he would have to send the TV to be repaired next time.

As for when this next time is, who cares? (End of chapter)