Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 53 Paramount! 52 yuan!

Guo Chun and Gong Deming were pointing at the candy blowers on the stall: this gourd is mediocre, that goldfish blower is not good, the puppy is too ugly, the deer's antlers are too high, and only this rooster , the two reached a consensus: it is still eye-catching.

When the sugar blower heard these two students in dresses saying that they were eye-catching, he suddenly felt a little ecstasy, and he couldn't help but fantasize: If you ask me to be a home cook for four yuan a month, I will give you cocks to eat and blow every day. Even my cheeks hurt!

Chen Jinhua just stared at one of the yellow candy strings turned red, feeling a little hungry. He wanted to pay for it but couldn't bear it - he would be able to eat at Guo Chun's house soon, and it would be free of charge.

"Look! Look! What's this?"

Bao Guowei's voice stretched out a hand in front of the three of them, with a bottle of Stankang scalp oil on it.

"Isn't it just a bottle of Stankol? We have all used Stankol."

After seeing what Bao Guowei was holding in his hand, Guo Chun and Gong Deming were a little confused.

Si Dankang and the others all have it at home, just a bottle of hair oil. What can they show off about?
"But this bottle was given by my father..."

Bao Guowei's meaning is very clear. This bottle of Stankang is different from others. This is a better bottle of Stankang.

"..."

Gong Deming and Guo Chun had nothing to say this time. Although they could afford Si Dankang and had no shortage of money to spend, their parents rarely cared about them. Speaking of which, this bottle of Si Dankang did not look good. Same, probably new model.

Chen Jinhua looked at the thing in Bao Guowei's hand with envy: a whole bottle of brand new Sitankang!
He wished that his old mother in the country could show up immediately and bring him a bottle of Sdankang. He wished that this bottle of hair oil would become his immediately. He wished that he would find his female classmate after putting it on...

However, he couldn't even use Kwong Sang Hong's hair growth oil. He only used Si Dankang secretly when he came to Guo Chun's house before.

In this era, no matter what kind of hair oil it is, it is only bought by people with a decent family background. It is a symbol of identity and status.

There is a saying that goes like this: "If garlic is stuck in a pig's nose, a person who can't even eat lard still needs to put oil on his head?"

The hair growth oil from Kwong Sang Hong is much more expensive than lard.

And Si Dankang is the king of hair oil, a symbol of the rich and powerful, and one bottle costs a lot of money.

"By the way, was that your father just now?"

When school was over last time, Gong Deming didn't come with Bao Guowei, and he didn't know who Bao Guowei's father was. The man just now was probably a housekeeper. After all, he had a stooped back, so he really shouldn't be Bao Guowei's father.

"Yes! Lao Bao! My dad, you can call him Master Bao!"

Bao Guowei said very proudly, and he raised the hair oil in his hand.

……

Guo Chun's house is a house, a large house, several hundred square meters, and the fence and large iron gate are more than two meters high.

Zhou Laifu is the doorkeeper of the Guo family. He is not standing guard at the door. He is chatting with Wu Ma on the second floor of Guo's house. He and Wu Ma, the delicious cook in front of him, have a certain eye for each other.

This Wu Ma has a nice name, Wu Xiu'er. She is still a widow. Although she is old and has an eight-year-old son, Zhou Laifu doesn't mind.

However, Xiu'er is still a bonded worker. After signing the contract, there is no freedom. That means the Guo family is rich and kind-hearted, otherwise...

Zhou Laifu served as a soldier in Beiyang when he was young. Although his military pay was often in arrears, after all these years and working for the Guo family for several years, he still had some savings.

"Xiu'er, although I, Zhou Laifu, don't have much ability, I have saved a lot of money over the years. I..."

Wu Xiuer pursed her lips, waiting for Zhou Laifu to say these words...

"Chow Lai Fu! Open the door!"

Guo Chun stood outside the door and shouted. After shouting, he poked a piece of stinky tofu with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth to chew. He just bought it on the street. This time it was Gong Deming's invitation. Everyone had a piece.

Zhou Laifu was startled when he heard his young master shouting downstairs. He didn't care to talk to Wu Xiu'er anymore. His heart was beating like a drum and his legs were running on the floor.

He went downstairs "kick, kick, kick", and almost fell down the stairs and made a "kick, kick, kick" sound on the ground.

"Here you come! Master! Why did you go home at noon? Do you want Ma Wu to get something to eat?"

An old man with a black hat on his head ran over and opened the door. He ran quickly and panted. He started to take out the keys before he reached the door. As soon as he reached the door, he wanted to unlock the door, but his hands were shaking. I tried several times but couldn't get the keychain right.

"Hurry up!"

Guo Chun urged impatiently, and his voice was a little loud. Zhou Laifu trembled all over, and his head began to sweat with anxiety. He almost said those words just now, and he was very scared. If these words were known, he would be beaten to death. No one cares!

"I'm bringing a few classmates to play today. I'll call a few rickshaws later and we'll take the bus back to school."

Guo Chun's tone was calmer this time, which made Zhou Laifu feel more at ease. Although this young master usually did not do good things, he would not be so bad to his servants. "Hey, okay, Master!"

Zhou Laifu opened the lock with a click, pulled the latch and stood aside, lowering his head and counting. There were four people in total.

……

Needless to say, Guo's house is luxurious. As soon as he got home, Guo Chun took off his suit and threw it on the sofa, revealing the white lining inside. He looked like a Western nobleman.

Immediately, servants packed Guo Chun's clothes, and Guo Chun led the three of them up to the second floor.

After arriving on the second floor, Guo Chun straightened his tie in front of the mirror, while the other three people sat around a table by the window:

Gong Deming looked at the newspaper on the table; Bao Guowei looked out the window, looked into the distance, and sipped tea;
Chen Jinhua was different. He looked around with envy on his face. From time to time, he touched the smooth, flat and expensive solid wood furniture with his hands. When others were not paying attention, he put his nose close to it and smelled the scent of sandalwood on it.

As the head of the family, Guo Chun should give orders.

He first looked at the fire in the stove: it was not strong enough!
"Old Wang! Add more coal!"

Then I saw the tea on the red solid wood table: Some of it was not enough!
"Mama Liu, bring me some pots of tea!"

Guo Chun lay down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and felt uncomfortable on his feet:

"Axiu, give me some slippers!"

So Lao Wang came to add coal, Liu's mother hurriedly brought a pot of hot tea, and Axiu brought slippers for Guo Chun to put on.

"Take it and oil it."

Guo Chun squeezed Axiu's white and tender hands and shaved her cheek.

"Master!" Axiu muttered and ran away.

"Wu Ma! Make food for four people! Bring more sets of bowls and chopsticks!"

Guo Chun felt that this was not enough, so he shouted again. Hearing the young master's instructions, he turned up the fire and stir-fried the vegetables with a shovel, making a sizzling sound.

Putting his hands behind his head, Guo Chun crossed his legs. He still felt that he was not comfortable enough. He picked up a copy of "I See Pity" from the side and held it in his hands and pretended to read it. This time he finally found some confidence - it was in In front of Bao Guowei.

But he still couldn't calm down. Guo Chun stood up and walked to the closet. He opened the closet and revealed the expensive clothes inside.

Guo Chun waved to the people at the table:
"Come here and take a look."

Guo Chun took out a silver-gray suit from inside. The fabric was smooth and the dye was evenly dyed.

"This clip is actually of no use. It's tight when you first use it, but it becomes loose after being used for a long time. I usually..."

Gong Deming was the second to come over. He looked at Guo Chun's wardrobe and said.

Chen Jinhua was naturally the first, but he didn't understand clothes and didn't know what to say.

"Guess how much this set costs?"

Without paying attention to what Gong Deming wanted to say, Guo Chun asked directly. He couldn't wait to show off.

Gong Deming looked at the clothes and was still thinking. He lowered his head and pondered for a while. Bao Guowei slowly came over with tea.

After all, Bao Guowei has a good memory. As soon as he saw this dress, he remembered this one: he had seen it before.

The style in Guo Chun's hand was very similar to Paramount, and the price in suit stores at the time was about 26 yuan.

"Let me guess, this is Palomone, palm made in England. Your size fits you perfectly. I guess it's custom-made, right?"

After hearing this, Guo Chun finally moved his eyes away from his suit and looked at Bao Guowei in surprise: Is this guy so knowledgeable?
"Hey! You know the goods! It's made in the UK, tailor-made, and shipped across the ocean!"

"That's probably not cheap. The last time I saw the finished product, it cost 26 yuan. This customized one must be a lot more expensive, at least... forty or fifty."

Bao Guowei casually estimated the price.

"Yes! Don't even look at what this material is made of. It's from the British Paramount! 52 yuan!"

"Well, that's the price." Gong Deming said this.

(End of this chapter)