The Xihe River in the morning is always gray, and the air is filled with the bitter fragrance of flowers. In the gray air, the sun became like a large frosted light bulb. Wang Zixu stood at the door of the cigarette shop and lit a big harvest.
That was the last big harvest in his cigarette box. As the green smoke rose up, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise into a smile. He felt treacherous.
His father lives not far from his home, and he has to visit him every other month. Every time he wanted to bring something over, such as milk or beer, when his wife learned about it, she would take out her account book and settle the accounts for him.
My wife always says, look, after your child is born, after deducting a few months of milk powder and diapers, our family’s savings will return to zero. If you give your dad a box of milk now, our children will be short of a can of milk powder in the future. If you give your dad a box of beer now, our children will be short of several diapers in the future. Don't take it personally, just give it away. After a year, you can explain to your children how you can live by drinking the northwest wind.
In order to avoid regretting the child in the future, I had to let the father suffer a little injustice. Fortunately, the father did not care. But today's Wang Zixu is different from the past. He now has more than 10,000 yuan in private money, and his wife's account book has a surplus. Father does not have to suffer today. His wallet was the reason he stood in front of the cigarette shop.
Of course, he is not standing here just to honor his father. Later, he would sign the contract of Wenwen Company to his father. If his father asked more questions, he would have to bite the bullet and tell his father what this company does.
Wang Zixu’s father is Wang Jianguo. Although Comrade Wang Jianguo smokes, drinks, and curses, he is a traditional good comrade. If Comrade Wang Jianguo learns the details of this company, he will definitely be furious.
But if he had a drink with Comrade Wang Jianguo first, with his character and ability to drink, he would be able to sign ten letters, let alone one. There is no need for Wang Zixu to make up lies to deceive him.
It is a good thing to honor your father, but it is a bad thing to deceive your parents. To do a good deed and avoid doing an evil deed was like this to the saints in ancient times. So Wang Zixu felt that he was very treacherous, so he smoked and smiled mischievously.
Walking into the store, there is a dazzling array of things to see. There are cigarettes in the glass cabinets and wine on the shelves. Between the glass cabinets and the shelves is the boss, who is dark and thin, staring at him like a hawk.
Wang Zixu looked around and said humbly: "I haven't smoked a lot, what kind of grade is this Liqun bag?"
The boss said: "It's better than The one you smoke is of a higher quality."
Wang Zixu put out the cigarette in his mouth, threw it into the ashtray, and pointed at Hadrian in the cabinet and asked, "Where is this?"
The boss said: "It's a little higher than the grade you smoked just now."
Wang Zixu was annoyed and said, "That's enough for you. Don't I know what grade I smoked?" Even a cigarette is of higher quality than this. If you do this, get me two bottles of Daohua Fragrance Vitality, then two bottles of Soft China, and then I'll choose what I smoke.
After the boss helped with the preparation, he rubbed his hands and came back and asked: "Do you prefer the business-style pumping method or the ration-style pumping method?"
Wang Zixu asked: "What is the business-style pumping method? What is the ration-style pumping method?"
The boss said: "Business-style smoking is mainly about smoking for others to see. Everyone sends cigarettes to each other for tasting, which can focus on showing your grade and taste. Then ration style is for customers who smoke more aggressively, paying more attention to cost-effectiveness and taste."
Wang Zixu said, you can recommend both to me.
The boss said: "For business style, I recommend two types. One is Huanghelou 1916. This cigarette is a long-established 100-yuan cigarette. It has a halo of historical reputation and status. The packaging is low-key and simple, with a sense of history. The design and recognition are second to none. If you take it out, you will be the brightest star among smokers;
"In addition, I also recommend this Hetianxia. As the saying goes, a cigarette worth 20 yuan can't suppress your worries, but a cigarette worth 100 yuan can. Its smoke is clear and pure, and its sales volume is among the top three in the country at the same price. The packaging design is deep and tender, and has the qualities of a prodigal and a tough guy."
Wang Zixu pondered for a moment. After a while, he said: "You can recommend a few more rations to me."
The boss said: "As for rations, if you smoke smoke, I recommend this Soft Cloud, if you smoke flavor, I recommend this Nephrite, if you smoke feelings, I recommend this Xuan Hemen."
Wang Zixu finally chose a box of Xuanhemen, carried the large and small bags out of the door, and rode on the electric car. He suddenly thought that in this era, feelings cost 20 yuan. If his wife knew about it, she would have to settle the score with him again.
So, he took out the empty box from Da Feng Harvest, put Xuan Hemen in it, and then threw away Xuan Hemen’s box. As he rode a bicycle on the road, the wind blew up his hair. He felt that he was becoming more and more cunning, and he laughed mischievously.
My father lives in an old community in the north of the city. The first floor of the community here is raised by half a floor, and the lower floor is sunk half a floor into the ground, forming a half-slope basement.
The original idea of the design was to use these basements as garages, but the owners have been smart enough to rent out these basements, and the monthly rent is only 300 yuan.
His father only had a meager pension. In order to make room for Wang Zixu and his wife, he moved out of the old house. Wang Zixu felt that logically he should bear his father's rent. The Banpo basement with a monthly rent of 300 yuan was the best place he could find with his current strength.
Wang Zixu rode his bicycle through the community. Along the way, there were countless old men and women waving cattail fans. They were all residents of these half-slope basements. The basement is dark, damp and has no ventilation. Without air conditioning, living there in the summer would be a disaster. The elderly don't like to turn on the air conditioner, so they all sit in the yard to enjoy the cool air.
When Wang Zixu arrived, he found a naked man doing pull-ups on a clothes rack. His figure was slightly out of shape, but his muscles were still full. This is Comrade Wang Jianguo.
Wang Zixu shouted from behind, Dad, Dad! Wang Jianguo jumped down from the clothes rack, looked back and saw him, and said, "Er, you idiot, aren't you going to work today?"
Wang Zixu said, I worked overtime last night, and my boss asked me to catch up on my sleep in the morning. I can't sleep, come and see you.
Wang Jianguo came over and said: "I thought you skipped work. Your leader has treated you so well, you still have to work hard and don't think the salary is low. You can't find your current job even with a lantern. Look at this The little old man and the old lady next to me are envious of my son for eating in the public family. They are all bastards in the society and have been beaten many times. ”
The prince nodded in agreement, and took down the cigarettes and alcohol from the car. Old comrade Wang Jianguo came over and pulled them away, staring at him and said, "What is this cunt thing you are talking about? Did you rob a bank?"
The prince smiled and said: "I have earned some royalties recently. The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon. I will bring you some gifts so that you can have a good holiday."