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

Chapter 60 Eight-dollar glasses
Bao Guowei looked at the glass counter and carefully selected glasses. Lao Bao stood beside him, but his mind was not on the glasses.

The white light emitted by the palace lanterns on the ceiling is reflected on the glass counter. The feet are dark and slippery with white veins, instead of dry soil. Surrounded by fashionable posters, there are pictures of fashionable hairstyles.

This shop is much prettier than Qin Mansion's mansion.

Every time he stepped into a shop like this, Lao Bao felt uncomfortable all over. He felt like a mouse crawling out of a hole and sneaking out onto the street while taking advantage of the sunshine at noon: He always felt that he shouldn't be here. of.

The reading glasses on my eyes were bought by Lao Bao at the market for [-] cents a few years ago. I wonder how much it would cost to buy a pair in such a good store.

So Lao Bao looked around, trying to find some messy places - maybe if he found some messy places, this place would seem less expensive, and even the price of his glasses would be cheaper.

But Lao Bao would still look at Bao Guowei and the shopkeeper from time to time:
The shopkeeper's attitude was so respectful, always staring at Bao Guowei's face to see his reaction.

If Bao Guowei's eyes were fixed on any pair of glasses, as long as he looked at them for a few more seconds, the shopkeeper would wait for Bao Guowei to speak, roll up his sleeves, and prepare to take out the glasses inside to show him.

But when Lao Bao went to buy Stankol at noon, he called the shopkeeper three or four times before the shopkeeper turned away from the man in the fashionable fur coat, turned his head and perfunctoryly said to himself: "Buy a bottle of Stankol and ask the waiter. That’s it.”

Then I think of the parents at the school gate, who are all better dressed than me: at least they don't wear a ten-year-old cotton jacket underneath to keep warm.

Some of them came by rickshaw, and some even came in a car. Maybe I was the only one who walked all this distance step by step on a pair of old legs.

The parents of those foreign school students are bosses, and I am far behind them. But Guowei is a bit more noble, even more noble than the children of the bosses. He is different from the sons of other servants in the Qin Mansion. It's almost like - after all, he shouldn't be a servant's child.

Lao Bao felt that he had dragged down Bao Guowei. He was thinking if a student in the same class at school asked Bao Guowei: What does your family do?

How should Guowei respond?If you answer that your home is for the current people...

Lao Bao couldn't help but take a step back, farther away from Bao Guowei, as if this way others could detect that this noble boy was not his son.

Just now, Lao Bao hoped that others would see that this was his son, but now he only felt that his presence was blocking Bao Guowei's path. If it was because he was blocking Guowei's path, he even thought...

However, Lao Bao can only bury these thoughts deep in his heart. These words cannot be said out loud. These words cannot be said by a father.

But thinking about this joint, Lao Bao felt uncomfortable all over, and he became more and more uncomfortable. He actually didn't dare to look at Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei took a few steps around the glass counter: he ignored all round glasses and excluded all those with thick frames.

Not long after, I fell in love with a pair of square-framed gold-rimmed glasses: the two slender temples, the metal connecting the two lenses are also very slender, and the whole body is gold, which looks a bit tacky later on, but Now it is a symbol of nobility.

Although this is a square-framed spectacle, the edges and corners are not sharp enough, and it still has a somewhat rounded appearance. Fortunately, the lines of the frame are very smooth, similar to those of later glasses. It is considered a somewhat advanced aesthetic nowadays.

The size is also appropriate, and the thin glasses are only one and a half fingers wide, so they don't make your face look big.

"Bring this to me."

When the shopkeeper heard Bao Guowei's words, he respectfully took out the wooden box from the counter and gently wiped the lenses with a green cloth handkerchief.

Bao Guowei took the box: As soon as he picked up the glasses inside, he felt a little heavy. After all, most lens materials are made of glass instead of resin. The current technology is not advanced enough. Even the metal frames are not hollow, but It's solid and naturally not lightweight.

I tried it on my eyes, pressed the bridge of my nose a little, and looked in the mirror - it matched my face very well, but it looked a little smaller. This time I looked like a gentle scum, which would be appropriate in a novel. The standard appearance of a rich second-generation villain.

The waiter looking at the shop looked at Bao Guowei and couldn't help but marvel: This man looked like a well-dressed and well-educated young man from abroad. Now that he wears these gold-rimmed glasses, he looks more like a man who grew up in the West. The big ones returned home.

I picked another bright silver one, similar in style to glasses, and tried it on, and the effect was very good. “Is this better or the other?”

Turning his head, Bao Guowei called Lao Bao. He seemed to be thinking about something. He came back to his senses after hearing Bao Guowei's words and took a serious look:

"It's all good, it's all good, that's great."

"Great?"

Bao Guowei has now taken off the long gown he was wearing and put it on the cabinet.

The current attire is a suit, a pair of black leather shoes, and hair oil on the head. The hair at the front is standing up, and the rest is falling back. There is a sense of freedom and no restraint.

This seemed to be a little out of tune with everything around him. Even the luxurious decoration of the glasses store was not suitable for him.

Lao Bao never thought that he would have the opportunity to comment on someone wearing a dress, oily hair, and gold-rimmed glasses.

But he not only likes Bao Guowei wearing this pair of glasses, but also likes Bao Guowei wearing another pair of glasses. No matter what he wears, he can't fault it. He can only say: "Everyone is good, everything is good, great."

He tried several more in succession, but none were as good as the one he initially picked, so Bao Guowei chose it.

"That's it, gold-rimmed glasses, replace them with flat lenses."

The shopkeeper said "Hey" and went to pick up suitable flat lenses.

"How much does this one cost?"

When he heard about the money, Lao Bao touched his pocket and fiddled with his hands: he brought some money with him at noon to buy Sdankang for Bao Guowei, and there is still a lot left.

"Eight dollars."

The voice of the shopkeeper came.

Eight yuan is a lot. Sometimes you can buy a girl. In Guanzhong, you can buy two. When there is a famine, you can buy about four or five people. Lao Bao used to buy seven yuan a month, which is actually a high salary in the city. It costs three yuan to serve as a servant, and it’s still a good job.

It's a young and strong guy who works hard, treating himself like a camel that won't stop. He works at the dock until his palms bleed and his back is worn out. The salary he can get is probably this amount, and in total. One day I will be unable to bear it any longer and die on the way to work.

And when the salary is low enough, you have to consider how much food accounts for your expenses:

The more you work, the more you eat. After working at the dock for a day, even a few big bowls of rice bran and bran the next day can’t comfort your stomach. Although you work hard, but including the food expenses, it’s actually not enough. Can't save much.

Otherwise, why are so many people willing to send their children to work as slaves for skilled "masters", spending several years, and often being mistreated in a degrading manner, all for the sake of earning three or four yuan or four in a month through training? Craftsmanship worth five yuan may not be possible yet.

But eight dollars is actually not much. It is just what a wealthy person spends on a meal in a restaurant. If it disappears into your pocket out of thin air, you may not be able to recall that this money is missing.

"He is a student, can he... be young?"

The old man looked at the waiter.

The price is unacceptable to Bao Guowei. It's a bit too high. If it's too expensive, it's better to go to a nearby store to choose slowly and find something that's about the same. Even square-lens glasses can be purchased for two or three yuan. Most of them are slightly inferior in terms of craftsmanship.

(End of this chapter)