"As I said, the future is the age of business, and if you want to get rich, you can't get rich with a dead salary. The impact of reality is undoubtedly huge, and Qian Hong next to him said slowly, taking this opportunity to instill a new concept in his mother.

"People are different, I still prefer to go to my class and earn my salary slowly. Who knew that after the shock, my mother was still very stubborn, and she didn't seem to be too stimulated, so that Qian Hongzhen didn't know whether to praise her mother for her duty or blame her for not being aggressive enough.

"I'm afraid that in a few years, most people can't be honest workers......" Qian Hong saw an old hairy man walking towards him, the huge travel bag was stuffed with shoes, and the bulging couldn't even close the zipper, so he hurriedly flashed aside.

"What do you say? What happened to the workers?"

"It's nothing, let's go shopping!"

The three of them continued to walk forward, and when they came to a stall specializing in sweaters, my mother finally locked on the prey, a colorful high-necked men's sweater, the more I looked at it, the more I liked it, so I gritted my teeth and went up to inquire about the price: "How much does this sweater cost, is there a medium size? is the size he can wear?"

With a bang, the vendor guarding the stall took the newspaper in his hand, looked his mother and fifth aunt up and down a few times, and then showed a contemptuous expression on his face, and shouted in a very bad mouth: "My house is not retail!"

"Hey, are you interesting, you don't make any money?" The old mother was also angry by the other party's attitude, so she simply pinched her waist and asked back, at least the momentum is definitely not weak at all.

"Of course it's good to have money to earn, you really want 120, my family doesn't negotiate the price!" This time the dealer finally shouted a price, but it was my mother's turn to stiffen immediately.

This sweater is too fancy in terms of Qian Hong's taste, and the price of 120 yuan is unacceptable to my mother, this is her salary for two whole months, and she needs to do 240 pieces of external parts to earn the amount, Qian Hong is sure that his mother loves himself very much, but some things are really unaffordable.

Seeing that the scene was a little embarrassing, my mother was in a crisis, and the fifth aunt next to her suddenly put on a smiling face, stepped forward and said: "Comrade, give a real price, if you feel good, we will come back and buy a few more, there are many old and young masters in the family!"

"The wholesale price is 100, but you have to take more than 20 pieces, how much do you want?" As if he had already seen through the reality of his mother and fifth aunt, the dealer asked with a look of disdain, and his cheap expression made people want to punch him in the face very much.

But frankly speaking, who is not a person who does clothing wholesale, who can get a one-time 2,000 yuan!

These vendors are really not aimed at ordinary people and consumers, they are all ready to slaughter Lao Maozi, even if they do not deliberately increase the price, these goods are far beyond the consumption power of ordinary people.

"100 yuan for this sweater?" asked my mother, still a little unacceptable.

"The wholesale price is 100, if you don't believe it, go to the whole market and see if I'm going to be high, if it's my sixth to be high, then this one will be sent to you." After the dealer finished speaking, he directly raised the newspaper to block his face, because he expected that his mother would not buy it, even if it was for gambling, people who were plainly dressed and had limited income would not be impulsive to this point.

Seeing that his mother's momentum began to languish and finally walked away, Qian Hong took a step forward and rubbed the hem of the sweater, and then said in a contemptuous tone: "Mom, let's go, this dress is not seahorse hair, not even wool, it is acrylic, and it is full of static electricity in winter." ”

"It turned out to be acrylic, so it didn't make much sense. Fortunately, my mother's reaction was also very fast, and she followed Qian Hong's words and said a few words, and finally saved face, and then the three of them quickly left the area.

After a big turn in the civil trade, Qian Hong had a general understanding of the situation, but his mother and fifth aunt were hit hard by the price here, and they complained quietly all the way, it was too expensive, too expensive, who could wear it except for the landlord capitalists, and then lamented that his salary was really less.

Qian Hong has been snickering at their reaction, only when he realizes that he has little money will he be able to work hard to find a way to make money......

After a fruitful weekend, Qian Hong continued to carry his schoolbag to school, and then quietly enriched himself in his own way in the boring classes, learning piano, learning English, browsing various books in the library of the shipyard children's primary school, and of course, practicing the song with Teacher Sun.

The principal said well, this program was really selected by the district, and he will participate in the city's art show on New Year's Day, so Mr. Sun is as excited as playing chicken blood every day, and as soon as he gets out of school, he comes to the door of the second class of the fifth year to block Qian Hong, and arrests him to practice, but Mr. Sun's strength is limited, and the things about composing music are not progressing quickly, so the principal has to go out in person.

On Tuesday afternoon, the principal came to Qian Hong's house with a pot-bellied man, and this time he came to the door for only one purpose, that is, to let Qian Hong apprentice on the spot.

"Qian Hong, this is Director Kang of the Municipal Children's Center, Teacher Kang Baiqian, a famous vocal expert in Harbin, and a baritone of the Provincial Opera House, I have told him everything about your situation, and he is willing to accept you as an apprentice by making an exception. The principal said like a treasure, but Qian Hong was quite speechless when he listened.

The baritone of the Provincial Opera House, the vocal music expert, and the director of the Municipal Children's Center have a lot of names, but what do these have to do with me? When did I say I was looking for a teacher?

After thinking about it, he still had to stay under the principal's nose for more than a year, and it was really unwise to fight him, so Qian Hong had no choice but to put on a smiling face and respectfully greet him: "Hello Director Kang, I'm Qian Hong, please sit in the room, I'll pour you tea." ”

"No need Qian Hong, I think the song you wrote is good, and it can be regarded as a bit of potential, but it is still too rough for now, and I heard that the score has not been finalized yet, so it can't be regarded as a real song. Director Kang's demeanor was quite kind, but Qian Hong didn't like this person very much for some reason.

"I don't know how to compose music, but the lyrics and the melody came to my head, so I sang it. Qian Hong replied modestly.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are willing to develop in the direction of vocal music, then I can provide you with systematic training and learning, and your level will improve quickly. ”