Reborn in the red age

Chapter 256 The second generation makes money really fast
When he heard Hu Jiabao say that the hospital's expenses had doubled, Li Qingfeng fell silent and suddenly realized that Hu Jiabao was right. He seemed to be really separated from the masses.

The next morning, when Li Qingfeng went to send Hu Jiabao and Chu Yi to work, he happened to meet Su Xiaohong who was pushing a sewing machine to set up a stall.

"Teacher Li, Doctor Hu, you are going to work." Seeing the two of them getting into the car, Su Xiaohong quickly greeted them.

Hu Jiabao was much more familiar with the people and things in the alley than Li Qingfeng. At least he knew the name of the girl from the Su family. He greeted her enthusiastically: "It's Xiaohong. It's not long since dawn on this cold day." , are you going to go out now?"

"I can't sit still after eating at home. Come out early. Maybe you can pick up some more business." Su Xiaohong stopped in front of Qingfeng Li's Passat, took out a shirt from the bag of the sewing machine, and said with a smile: " Doctor Hu, this is the shirt that Teacher Li asked me to make yesterday, and I sent it to Teacher Li."

Hearing that his clothes were done overnight, Li Qingfeng was a little surprised and stepped forward to take the shirt: "Oh, it's so fast. I thought it would take two or three days."

"The shirt is easy to make. I made it for you in advance. Okay, the stuff has been delivered, so I won't delay you in sending Dr. Hu to work. I'll leave first." Su Xiaohong smiled sweetly, revealing her two dimples, and pushed Walking towards the alley entrance with the sewing machine in hand.

On the way to the hospital, Hu Jiabao, who was sitting in the back seat, took the newly made shirt and looked at it carefully. He nodded and praised Su Xiaohong's craftsmanship. He also wanted to go to Su Xiaohong's place to make a dress another day. Take care of the neighborhood's business.

In the following days, Qingfeng Li went among the masses. After sending Hu Jiabao to work every morning, Qingfeng Li would walk around the alley with his hands behind his back, squatting at the entrance of the alley, and chatting with the self-employed people setting up stalls on the roadside.

After this period of contact, I became familiar with the surrounding neighbors, and I also recognized the names and faces I heard occasionally.

Enjoying the compliments and flattery from the neighbors, Wang Haitao smiled from ear to ear, his vanity was greatly satisfied. He patted his chest to express greetings with his car in the future, and he would be on call whenever he was called. What he paid attention to was a good atmosphere.

Qingfeng Li looked down on this fat guy, but others were very envious of motorcycles. Neighbors who were familiar with Wang Haitao came forward one after another to carefully observe the brand new Xingfu brand motorcycle and touch it out of curiosity.

There are regular movies, and naturally there are irregular movies. It is said that there are restricted video tapes from the Japanese country in the late night show, but Qingfeng Li has not seen it, and Wang Haitao has not invited Qingfeng Li to watch it. If there is such a thing, Qingfeng Li should listen to it during the day. Moviegoers say it.

After seeing the motorcycle, they didn't say it was embarrassing for Wang Haitao to be a self-employed person. They all gave a thumbs up and praised Wang Haitao for his ability.

"Teacher Li, what do you think of my motorcycle? It's made in Shanghai. I just bought it for 2800 yuan. Isn't it pretty good?"

At this time, Tokyo was very hot. It had just started a few years ago, and Takemura and Yagami were still dominating the world.

Qingfeng Li frowned and looked up and down the motorcycle the visitor was sitting on. He looked at him with pity, shook his head and said, "Haitao, I suggest you sell it. Don't look at the brand name of this car and call it Happiness. I I feel that people who ride this bike may not necessarily live a happy life.”

Many young people who had not dared to contact Qingfeng Li, a university teacher, were willing to take the initiative to communicate with Qingfeng Li.

The loud sound of the exhaust pipe made Qingfeng Li's ears hurt. Many people around him looked envious when they saw the motorcycle rider.

On this day, Li Qingfeng was watching a group of retired men playing chess at the intersection. A sudden sound came from the distance, and the sound became louder and louder. Soon, a motorcycle stopped at the chess stall.

What Wang Haitao mentioned about the sons of high-ranking cadres riding motorcycles to photograph their mothers-in-law was something Li Qingfeng had also seen when he first came to 49 City to go to school.

Hearing the commotion, the chess players looked away from the chessboard and looked at the Xingfu brand red motorcycle made by Modu parked nearby.

After listening to Qingfeng Li's words, Wang Haitao smiled and thought about those days with Qingfeng Li for a while: "Yeah, when I was in junior high school, I often saw those high-ranking students riding motorcycles in front of the school to take pictures of their wives. That’s called awe-inspiring, and I thought at that time that one day, I would also ride a motorcycle in awe-inspiring manner.”

Li Qingfeng knew that this car was bought by a relative in his previous life. In the 1990s, he spent several thousand yuan to buy this car. Ever since he got the Xingfu brand motorcycle, it came here within a few months. 'The days of lying in bed and being waited on
It is said that the person who buys this motorcycle will either die or become as disabled as that relative. The Happy Brand is not happy at all.
"How could I not be happy? It's only 2,800 yuan. I feel very happy. The motorcycle is still very powerful. How can I say that? When I ride it, it feels like lightning and flying." Wang Haitao shook his head. He has curly hair and a very chic posture, but this guy seems to like to mention the word 2,800 yuan.

The visitor is also a young man from the alley, his name is Wang Haitao. He is a kid that Qingfeng Li has met in the past few days. He is self-employed and makes a lot of money. He opened a video parlor at the entrance of the alley last year and the business is not bad. , I also asked Qingfeng Li to watch it in the past two days. During the day, all the video tapes played were videos from Xiangjiang.

Things like Aso and Iijima have to wait a little further, and it will take a few years for them to come forward. Muto, Aoi, Hatao and other teachers have to wait in line even further.

"Well, it's pretty good. The little girls nowadays like this." Qingfeng Li nodded and gave a few perfunctory compliments.

Seeing this guy enjoying the envy of the people around him, Qingfeng Li curled his lips and did not try to persuade him anymore. He thought to himself, you will know if you are happy or not after you fall a few times.

Sitting on the motorcycle was a young man with unlabeled toad glasses, jeans, and a digital watch made in Xiangjiang. He was talking about the money as if he was afraid that others would not know how much he spent on the car. At this time, the voice rose several pitches.

After enjoying the compliments from the neighbors, Haitao took out the key and got off the motorcycle, came to Li Qingfeng and said with a smile: "Teacher Li, what do you think of the drift I just made? I learned it all morning from a buddy. , I finally got it."

As he spoke, he turned the accelerator twice, put it into gear, accelerated, and the motorcycle lurched forward, braked suddenly, swung its tail and stopped in place, looking at the surrounding onlookers with a proud look on its face.

Every once in a while, at the school gate, there will be some people dressed in "Chenliang", riding jawa motorcycles imported from Slovakia to take photos of their wives. However, most of the students at Peking University have experienced going to the mountains and countryside, and they are relatively mature mentally. For these high-ranking cadres' children, I didn't like it, so I gradually stopped coming.

Listening to this guy talking non-stop, Qingfeng Li became a little impatient and interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Stop, stop, stop, you came here on a motorcycle, didn't you just let me see your motorcycle? ?”

"I'm sorry, Teacher Li, I've gone too far." Wang Haitao scratched his head in embarrassment, and quickly spoke about the business of meeting Li Qingfeng: "Teacher Li, aren't you very familiar with the prince Wang Weimin in front of you? Can you introduce me to him? I have a business to discuss with him."

"He still wants me to introduce him to you? You guys live so close together, can't you just come to him directly?" Li Qingfeng said in surprise when he heard his request. "We are different in age. We didn't know each other when we were young. Now that he is such a big boss, it is even harder to meet, let alone discuss business."

"What kind of business? Let me hear it? If I'm reliable, I'll introduce it to you."

Hearing Qingfeng Li ask about his connections, Wang Haitao had a troubled expression on his face, wondering whether to tell Qingfeng Li about this business.

Seeing his appearance, Qingfeng Li didn't rush him and just waited for him to make a decision.

After a long while, Wang Haitao made up his mind, looked around, pulled Qingfeng Li aside mysteriously, and then whispered the business he wanted to do with Wang Weimin: "Mr. Li, I won't hide it from you either. I have a sum of foreign exchange that I want to exchange into RMB. The amount is a bit large. Among the people I know, only the prince can afford this amount of foreign exchange."

"Exchange? Where did you get the foreign exchange in your hands? The amount is a bit large, how much can it be?" After hearing about the exchange business, Qingfeng Li became interested and asked about the specific situation in detail.

When it came to the source of foreign exchange, Wang Haitao carefully looked around, and after making sure there was no one around, he whispered: "It's not my channel. A friend of mine has some connections in his family, and he has two million US dollars in his hand." To retain the foreign exchange profits from exports, he wants to convert all the money into RMB at an exchange rate of 4 yuan per US dollar.”

Only when the official exchange rate is different from the market exchange rate can the term foreign exchange retention be used. Under normal circumstances, the foreign exchange earned from exports is converted into domestic currency through the official exchange rate. However, the current domestic official exchange rate is different from the market exchange rate, and the market exchange rate is much higher than the official exchange rate.

The so-called "foreign exchange retention" means that foreign trade units and export production enterprises sell their income to the state at the official exchange rate. The state allocates them corresponding foreign exchange retention in a certain proportion and allows them to convert the "foreign exchange retention" into RMB at the market exchange rate. This amount of money is equivalent to a state subsidy to foreign trade companies.

Hearing the words 'foreign exchange retained', Li Qingfeng immediately understood what happened to the money. This friend of Wang Haitao should be the son of a leader of a foreign trade company in Forty-Nine City.
Qingfeng Li is interested in exchanging currency. Since selling the PC business to IBM, the two computer factories in the special zone have nothing to do with Qingfeng Li. From now on, workers' wages will be paid by IBM.

In this case, all the RMB that was purchased last year would be of no use, and there would be no way to convert it into U.S. dollars. They would have to be left in the bank to earn interest.

Now that he had this opportunity to exchange for two million U.S. dollars at one time, no matter what method the other party used to obtain the foreign exchange retention, Li Qingfeng naturally did not want to miss it.

He wanted to do this business, but he was not taken advantage of. He bargained with Wang Haitao: "One dollar for four yuan, which is a bit high. The current official exchange rate is one dollar for two yuan and three." The current market exchange rate for the bank’s foreign exchange swap business is 1% higher than the official exchange rate. Your second-generation friend needs four yuan for one dollar, which is a bit high.”

"Teacher Li, why is it so high? I went to the black market to find out. One dollar can be exchanged for seven or eight yuan. Four yuan is not high at all. As long as you get this foreign exchange, you can double your profit on the black market." Wang Haitao quickly opened his mouth to defend.

Qingfeng Li looked at Wang Haitao with a smile and said, "Then why doesn't that second-generation friend of yours take this money on the black market? You can earn more by putting it on the black market."

"Isn't this inconvenient?" Wang Haitao said with a faint smile.

Putting aside the fact that this foreign exchange came from an illegitimate source, if such a large amount of foreign exchange was placed on the black market, wouldn’t it immediately attract the attention of relevant departments? By then, before much foreign exchange has been exchanged, people will be caught eating peanuts.

Qingfeng Li took out Peony cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to the other party, and said with a smile: "Go back and tell your second-generation friend that we can give you three yuan, and the leader will give the other party's two million US dollars in foreign exchange." Liu Cheng took it over, this is a business without capital, he can just make a million just by talking."

"Can you make the decision for the prince?"

"Okay, I'll just say hello to him."

The expression on Wang Haitao's face was uncertain. He nodded after a long while, and then left in a hurry on his newly purchased motorcycle to discuss the price with his friend.

In the evening, Qingfeng Li went to the hospital to pick up Hu Jiabao. As soon as he parked the car, Wang Haitao jumped out from the side.

Letting Hu Jiabao go home first, Li Qingfeng and Wang Haitao talked about currency exchange in a secluded corner.

"Teacher Li, three yuan is really too low. What they mean is that if you add another fifty cents, the whole thing will be sold for three and a half yuan." Wang Haitao took out a pack of unopened Huazi from his pocket and asked flatteringly. Light a cigarette for Qingfeng Li.

After taking the order from Hua Zi, Li Qingfeng did not negotiate the price with him according to the routine, but directly said without giving up a cent: "Three yuan is not low, six million is an astronomical figure, and the entire Forty-Nine City is probably worth it." Only Wang Weimin can come up with this money."

If it were a special zone, someone would probably be able to spend more than six million at a time to buy his foreign exchange profits, but this is the Forty-Nine Cities, and the only one who can take advantage of these two million is Wang Weimin.

If it's foreign exchange from formal channels, a little more is fine, but this stuff comes from gray channels, and Qingfeng Li doesn't want these second-generation people to make too much.

Wang Haitao begged again, and the price was reduced from 3.5 yuan to 3.1 yuan, but Qingfeng Li refused to let go.

In the end, Wang Haitao really had no choice, so he told Qingfeng Li: "Teacher Li, let me tell you the truth. They want to get one million, and the market exchange rate is three yuan and five cents. If the price is three yuan, , I’m going to put in another hundred thousand yuan, I’m busy here and there, how about you let me earn some?”

Qingfeng Li's mouth twitched, "Good guy, I thought you just wanted to earn some handling fees, but I didn't expect you to want to take a different hand in this matter."

The jingle "One billion people, 900 million down, and 100 million still looking" is absolutely correct.

(End of this chapter)