At half past five, the sky gradually got dark, this point is the time to get off work, there are already a lot of people around the gun stall opposite, and the two people who sell the guns can't close their mouths, and Zhang Jiaming has not sold a firecracker here, Lu Xiaokun is looking at the gun stall opposite with a sad face, and Zhang Jiaming is crossing Erlang's legs with a confident expression on his face.

At this time, the man at the cannon stall opposite took a firecracker and put it on the side of the road to prepare for fire, so as to attract more business, Zhang Jiaming put down Erlang's leg and handed the firecracker in the box that was broken and the wrapper was broken to Lu Xiaokun, "Xiaokun, when the firecrackers are set off on the opposite side, you can also quickly light our firecrackers, not sooner or later." ”

Lu Xiaokun held a firecracker in one hand and a match in the other, and squatted in the open space in front of his cannon stall, ready to go.

"Crackling" The firecrackers on the opposite side were the first to go off.

Lu Xiaokun struck a match and hurriedly lit the firecracker in front of him, "crackling......"

I am not afraid that if I don't know the goods, I am afraid of comparing the goods, comparing the two and the next, the firecrackers on Zhang Jiaming's side are not only louder, but also the firelight emitted when the firecrackers explode is like lightning, which suppresses the sound of firecrackers on the opposite side. The customers surrounding the cannon stall on the opposite side were stunned for a moment, and then they hula and surrounded Zhang Jiaming, and a few people who had not paid for the firecrackers in their hands also threw down the firecrackers in their hands and went straight to Zhang Jiaming's side.

Everyone asked in a gossipy, "Little classmate, what firecracker did you set off just now?" Why is it so loud and so bright? ”

Zhang Jiaming took out a firecracker from the cardboard box and introduced: "Oh, the electric light cannon exclusively introduced in the city is not only loud, but also as bright as lightning. ”

"How much does it cost?"

Seeing so many people ready to buy, Zhang Jiaming didn't stop doing two things to sit on the ground and raise the price, "Two hundred rings, six cents for one hanging, one yuan for two hangings, one hundred rings, three cents and five days for five, six cents for two hanging." ”

"You're a little more expensive than over there." Someone from the crowd said.

"Isn't firing a cannon just to celebrate and please a good fortune? A loud firecracker during the Spring Festival indicates that everyone's life will be prosperous this year! How many firecrackers do you want to hang this aunt? ”

"Thank you for your auspicious words, little classmate, let's hang two for my aunt."

"Two hangings for uncle!"

"Bring me two 100 rings, go home and play first, and then buy 200 rings in two days."

……

Zhang Jiaming was responsible for collecting money and finding money, Lu Xiaokun was responsible for handing over firecrackers, and in less than an hour, Zhang Jiaming sold more than 200 firecrackers here, and there was an endless stream of followers.

At this time, a middle-aged uncle with a black artificial leather bag also squeezed into the cannon stall to pay for it, as Zhang Jiaming, who also has forty-year-old life experience, saw that this peer felt very kind, so he smiled and asked in a childish voice: "This uncle, how many firecrackers do you want to buy?" ”

The middle-aged uncle didn't have any affection for Zhang Jiaming, and replied with a straight face: "I don't buy firecrackers when I hang them!" ”

Eh, Zhang Jiaming said in his heart, don't buy anything, what are you squeezing in and coaxing?

The middle-aged uncle unhurriedly took out a red armband from the black leather bag, put it on his left arm, and said, "Collect business administration fees." ”

"How much do you have to charge?" Zhang Jiaming asked.

"Two dollars." The middle-aged uncle said.

"What, two dollars? How can it be so expensive! My mom sells eggs at the Dongcheng Farmers' Market, and she only collects one dime a day, which is two cents at most. Lu Xiaokun said in surprise.

The average monthly salary of an employee of a state-owned enterprise is only about two yuan a day, why are you too dark-hearted? Zhang Jiaming raised his eyes and saw the two people at the gun stall opposite looking gloating, and he understood in his heart.

Zhang Jiaming said calmly: "There must be a standard for market management fees, this uncle, you show me the charging standard, if it is really so stipulated, I will give you a lot of two yuan." ”

The middle-aged uncle became a little excited, "That's right, there is a standard, but you are not qualified to see it!" I said that if you dare to undermine the socialist market order, I will ban your stall! ”

Zhang Jiaming said in his heart, this will give me the platform, so his attitude began to harden, "Don't show me, right?" Okay, I'll go back to Uncle Fang Tianming and ask him how the mobile stall charges management fees. ”

Hearing Fang Tianming's three words, the middle-aged uncle's hand trembled, "Do you know Director Fang?" ”

"Hmm!" Zhang Jiaming nodded, "I am in the same class as Director Fang's son Fang Xiaoliang, I often go to their house to play, and sometimes I am left at their house for dinner." ”

The middle-aged uncle was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of smiles, "Little classmate, the uncle was joking with you just now, how can the market charge be so expensive for two yuan, and it is impossible to think about it with your toes!" A small stall like yours charges five cents at most, but you are students and belong to work-study, and the uncle has decided to waive all fees for your stall, you are busy, you are busy, and the uncle has taken the first step. ”

Lu Xiaokun asked Zhang Jiaming while handing firecrackers to the customers who had paid, "Jiaming, there is no classmate named Fang Xiaoliang in our class?" ”

"Yes or no, but I'm not going to make one up to bluff him?" Zhang Jiaming said in his heart, Fang Xiaoliang was my middle school classmate, and his father Fang Tianming was already the director of the Municipal Bureau of Industry and Commerce at that time.

Zhang Jiaming and Lu Xiaokun were busy until more than eight o'clock in the evening before they could take a breath, Lu Xiaokun counted the firecrackers, 200 sounds, about 580 hangers, 100 sounds, about 290 hangers.

Zhang Jiaming calculated that he earned at least 130 yuan in one night today, he remembered that his mother Wang Chunling's monthly salary was 515 yuan, and his father Zhang Weiqun was a middle-level cadre in a state-owned enterprise, and his salary was higher, but the monthly salary was 76 yuan.

I was busy just now, and I didn't pay attention to when the cannon stall on the opposite side was collecting, at this time, Lu Xiaokun's eyes were also full of joy, Zhang Jiaming said: "Collect the stall, let's go to the wonton stall in front to eat wontons." ”

The two sat at the small table on the wonton stand, Zhang Jiaming said: "Boss, come two bowls of wontons, and add two poached eggs to each bowl." ”

After a while, two bowls of steaming wontons were served on the table, with green garlic sprouts and coriander floating on them, and the two children couldn't care about being polite, and each took a bowl and devoured it.

Lu Xiaokun drank the last bite of wonton soup, burped and said, "Jiaming, no wonder you are so confident, it turns out that you have always kept your back hand!" ”

Zhang Jiaming also drank the last mouthful of soup, wiped his lips and replied with a smile: "I have a lot of back hands!" ”

Lu Xiaokun said with irrepressible excitement: "Jiaming, I didn't see you like this ghost before!" ”

"Huh!" Zhang Jiaming was proud and happy, and said meaningfully: "I am a small ghost. ”

With forty years of life cultivation to start over, this ghost is big enough!

Ask the wonton stall owner: "Boss, how much are the two bowls?" ”

"A bowl of wontons is two cents and two pounds, and a poached egg is five cents a piece, a total of four cents and four cents!"

Zhang Jiaming took out a handful of change from his bag, picked out forty-four one-cent coins and put them on the table, "I'm sorry, the money is a little scattered, you can order it again." ”

"It's nothing, as long as it's money." The boss checked out the penny, five by five, and threw it into the small wooden drawer under the wonton pick.

"Xiaokun, start the tricycle, let's get out of the way!" Zhang Jiaming patted Lu Xiaokun's shoulder and said.

The tricycle came to the door of the family dormitory of the Dongfang Machinery Factory, Zhang Jiaming jumped out of the car, waved his hand and said to Lu Xiaokun: "Xiaokun, ride slowly on the road, I will go to your house at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to find you." ”

"Goodbye Jiaming! I'll wait for you at home tomorrow. Lu Xiaokun shouted loudly as he pedaled the tricycle forward.