On January 13, Comrade Jianfeng died in Taipei at the age of 78.

The leader of the Wanwan region was succeeded by Li, who played a pragmatic diplomatic policy in the early days, which led to the rapid development of cross-strait relations, and as a result, from 94 years onwards, it suddenly turned around, and Balabala understood it.

In the blink of an eye, it was early February, and the Spring Festival was approaching.

At seven o'clock in the evening, in Elaine's clothing store, Xu Fei called everyone together and said:

"To put it simply, we have been open for more than a month, and the benefits are good, in addition to the salary today, there are also the performance bonuses and year-end bonuses I promised. I wanted to buy some rice, noodles, vegetables and meat, but it was troublesome, and it was all counted in the money. ”

Wow!

The three girls were instantly excited, staring at the red envelope in his hand.

"Tang Tian!"

"Chen Xiaoyu!"

"Wang Bailin!"

One per person, it's not good to disassemble it in person, but by feel, it's quite thick inside.

"On the 16th and 30th, we will have a holiday on the 15th and come back on the fifth day of the new year. Well, it's not exploiting the capitalists, is it?"

"Of course not, the boss is the best!"

"Uh-huh, give you an early year!"

The servants are particularly hilarious, don't look at the boss who is usually strict, scold when he makes mistakes, and don't serve food at noon, but he has never deducted money for some reason.

The girls changed their clothes and left first, and they couldn't wait to open the red envelopes as soon as they went out. At a cursory glance, Wang Bailin can have more than 300 yuan - the basic salary is only 80.

Hard, I can finally get the money and go home!

Subsequently, Xu Fei and Zhang Guiqin also left with their accounts and returned to Baihua Hutong.

Wu Xiaodong flashed early during the winter vacation, and Shen Lin also returned to his hometown, and the courtyard was a little deserted. Several people gathered in the west chamber, ready to sit on the ground and share the spoils.

Zhang Guiqin looked through the account books and records, and said, "Report to everyone, eh, be serious." This is a major economic issue that must be open and transparent and cause less trouble in the future.

As of today, a total of 182 coats and sweaters have been sold, 95 trousers of various types, and 268 hats, gloves, scarves, and ear warmers. ”

She crackled and calculated, and she was scared, "Fifteen thousand." ”

"How much?" Zhang Li rarely lost her temper.

"It is said that fifteen thousand is more profitable than selling bags. ”

Chen Xiaoxu pretended to be calm, and his little hands were trembling slightly.

The only one who is really calm is Xu Fei, please, the prime location of the capital, the seller's market, the star effect, the new trend under the foundation of the year...... Add so many factors together, the monthly profit is not more than 10,000, and you will die headlong!

You can't judge the consumption in the 80s with the thinking of later generations, although the income is not high, but the employees of the serious unit have a little savings, because there is no place to spend, and there is no pressure to buy a house and see a doctor.

His investment in the early stage was so high, and there was not much money left, and now there was a bit of a bottom, and he could make a net profit in half a year. And as the brand is established and the influence expands, it will only get better and better.

After chatting excitedly for a while, Xu Fei and Zhang Guiqin went back to the house and said in a low voice: "Mom, I want to give them some red, how much do you say?"

"It's time to get a point, it's not easy for the girl's family to be busy, and it's ...... for the New Year."

Zhang Guiqin thought for a while and waved his hand, "Two thousand per person." ”

"Wow, you're bright!"

Xu Fei gave a thumbs up, "Then you will take on the heavy responsibility, I definitely can't ask for it." ”

"I've become your ...... all day"

The old mother angrily counted out the four thousand yuan, divided it into two red envelopes, and stood at the door and called: "Xiaoxu Xiaoli, come here." ”

"Huh?"

The two of them entered the main house for unknown reasons, Chen Xiaoxu turned on the TV with his hand, and "Journey to the West" was playing inside: "O ......Oooo

"Are you going home for the Chinese New Year?" asked Zhang Guiqin casually.

"Go back, my aunt will bring me a ticket, and we'll go together." ”

"I'll go back too. Zhang Li said.

"Do you have enough time?"

"I can only ask for leave, I didn't plan to go back, my dad has been in poor health recently, so I want to go home to see. ”

Oh, and for good reason.

The old mother paused and said, "You are all good children, and this period has helped a lot, inside and out." This is a little bit of my heart, Xiao Li, you take it and buy something, and honor your parents. Xiao Xu, you ......"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

“......”

Zhang Guiqin didn't want to pay attention to her, and only broke with Zhang Li.

"This, I can't ask for this!"

"If you take it, you can take it, and count it as New Year's money. Okay, I'm mad if you're polite. ”

She had no choice but to accept the red envelope.

..................

Xu Fei didn't want to be alone, so he also asked for leave to go home.

Compared with the capital, Ancheng doesn't seem to have changed much, Xu Xiaowen himself is very comfortable, making tea clubs every day, talking about stories, and the wonton shop is basically handed over to Qi Rourou.

This year's Spring Festival Gala is very good-looking, Zhao Lirong took the stage for the first time and performed a sketch with You Benchang; Ah Mao sang "Missing", and Mr. Jiang said Liang Zuo's cross talk "Elevator Adventure".

Of course, there is also Brother Niu's "Clever Names", "Leadership, Waste ......"

In fact, around the Spring Festival in 1988, it was a very special day. At the same time as Xu Fei's family was reunited, some crucial things were happening elsewhere.

Beijing, Wang Shuo's home.

Mi Jiashan, the director of Emei Film Studio, is visiting Wang Shuo.

This product got married last year, the daughter-in-law is pregnant, lives with her parents, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are harmonious. He is no longer the poor sour he was a few years ago, and he has made a name for himself in the literary world, and his readership has grown rapidly.

His colloquial writing style is gradually influencing young people, most notably by the abolition of measure words. In the past, people used to say "I am a buddy", but after Wang Shuo became popular, he became "my buddy".

"It's a short story, it can't hold up a movie, and the script has to trouble you. "Miga Mountain Road.

"Cheng, you can get it in a few days. Hey, who are you going to play?"

"It's not decided yet, but it must be in the capital, otherwise it won't be able to get out of that smell. ”

"Hehe, I didn't discount you in vain, let's go, let's eat dumplings!"

Migashan came this time for the adaptation rights of a film. Because his daughter-in-law was about to give birth, Wang Shuo was in a hurry to use the money, and talked about 3,000 yuan and paid 800 in advance.

After the two sides finished chatting about business, they went downstairs to the restaurant to eat dumplings.

Mijiashan is a serious second-generation official, his father is a senior official in Rongcheng City, and he took a daughter-in-law named Pan Hong, although he is gone, he can be called a winner in life.

He attaches great importance to this film, and has set up a military order with the factory for this reason, so he is extremely cautious, "That one should not say something, since we have negotiated, then ......"

"Don't worry, I won't do that unjust thing. ”

Wang Shuo was happy today, and slapped the table, "Even if Coppola comes, I won't sell it to him!"

It's called, "The Stubborn Master".

......

Palace Cinema, West Berlin.

After a movie is played, when the screen is darkened, the lights are on, and the earth-shattering applause instantly washes the nerves of a man who looks like an old peasant.

"Are you alright?" asked the person next to you.

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

He shook his head vigorously, rubbed his eyes again, and followed the host on the stage:

"Next, the main creators of "Red Sorghum" are invited to the stage, and director Zhang Yimou ......"

(And ...... ）