"Newspapers—Selling Newspapers—"

Song Yuhua turned his head and saw a young boy of six or seven years old, dressed in patched coarse cloth clothes, carrying a yellow-green schoolbag with a thick stack of newspapers.

The bicycle stopped in front of him, and Song Yuhua took out three cents from his pocket and handed it over, "Give me one." ”

The little boy who was supposed to thank him for taking the money blinked, and explained with ease: "Sister, the price of the newspaper has risen, and you have to give another penny to believe it." ”

The price has risen again? Song Yuhua was stunned for a moment, remembering that the last price increase seemed to be three months ago, and now the economy is developing more and more rapidly, and prices are rising quite fast.

After buying the newspaper, Song Yuhua didn't read it immediately, handed it to Xiong Ailan and asked her to take it, and then rode her bicycle to the department store again.

Boss Yi's department store is still developing, half of the stores have already moved in, and half are still attracting investment. Although it is not as good as the commercial streets of the 21st century, it is already very good in this era.

To be honest, if it weren't for the lack of money, Song Yuhua really wanted to buy a few more shops when the price was cheap now, and even if he didn't use it in the future, he could earn a lot of money just by rent.

Unfortunately, she only had enough money to buy this shop.

When they arrived at the Meritus clothing store, after Song Yuhua and Xiong Ailan greeted the other two girls, the two put their small satchels inside the counter, put the newspaper in their hands, and began to get busy.

There weren't many people shopping for clothes in the morning, and it wasn't until about ten o'clock in the morning that the number of people gradually increased.

Sending away the only customer in the store at this point in time, Xiong Ailan sat behind the counter, ready to rest for a while, she picked up the newspaper she bought in the morning, looked at it and suddenly stood up.

An exclamation: "Yuhua! ”

Song Yuhua, who was changing clothes for the plastic model, turned his head suddenly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Look at it." Xiong Ailan smiled and asked the other party to come over quickly, but her legs automatically stepped towards the other party.

Until he came forward, Xiong Ailan handed the newspaper to Song Yuhua and pointed to a small plate, "Look! ”

Song Yuhua looked down, and first saw the title of the font number larger: The fashion design competition is about to start!

Song Yuhua's eyes opened, and he subconsciously took the newspaper over and watched it carefully, under the title, the content and nature of the competition were written in dense small letters, which was a fashion design competition jointly organized by more than a dozen well-known domestic clothing companies and entertainment companies, for everyone.

Not only that, but the top three winners will be interviewed by the media and broadcast on TV.

Although the TV is still black and white, only a small number of people have it, so not many people can see them.

However, the fact that I can be on TV is enough to make everyone excited.

Xiong Ailan's eyes were shining, obviously easy to see, she was moved, she wanted to participate.

And Song Yuhua is no exception, this is a good opportunity to prove herself, make a name for herself, and also start her brand.

Although Meritus Clothing Company has been established, it is not famous, and everyone likes to buy well-known brands, rather than this kind of "miscellaneous brand" that has never heard of the price is not cheap.

Before, Song Yuhua wanted to use time to prove the quality of her brand and let repeat customers spread the brand's reputation, but now, a better opportunity is placed in front of her.

Song Yuhua looked at the person in front of him, "Ailan, let's participate together!" ”

"Eh, haven't you heard, this price has risen again." Song Mingfeng complained to the middle-aged woman next to him while knocking on the melon seeds.

This is a rare day off this month, she does not go out to shop and play, but sits at the door of Dafa Garment Factory with a small bench and eats melon seeds.

The female worker who was on vacation with her spit out the melon seed shell on the ground with a "bah", "It's not, but fortunately, our wages have also risen, otherwise we really can't live." ”

"That's right, I've heard that many factories are still selling at the same price as before, and the workers are in trouble."

The two of you said a word, and I just set up a dragon gate array at the gate, Chen Dahai came out of it, was stunned when he saw it, and reprimanded: "Eh, what are you doing, what are you doing at the gate, it affects the atmosphere in the factory, and it is very tight." ”

Song Mingfeng and the others agreed repeatedly, and when Chen Dahai turned to leave, he suddenly said "phew" and said disdainfully: "Isn't it just a factory director?" What's the spirit, the boss is still my niece and nephew! ”

In words, he spoke strongly, but in action, he swept the melon seed shells in one place closer as instructed, and left with a small bench.

The corners of the female worker's mouth twitched, and she didn't say anything, because she knew that Song Mingfeng was just tough in words, but she didn't dare to refute Chen Dahai at all.

Because everyone knows that although the boss is related to her, the relationship is not good, and he will never favor her.

Song Mingfeng scolded and scolded, sat down in a different corner, took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, and began to swallow again.

Another female worker did the same as her, and the two chatted while snorting.

"By the way, I don't seem to have seen Song Yaozu recently." Female worker.

Song Mingfeng pouted, "Who knows where he ran away again, that kid has been like this since he was a child, if he was half as powerful as his sister, he wouldn't still be a porter now." ”

If it is the people in the entire factory, they look down on Song Yaozu the most, but he is also the most envious, because he is the boss's younger brother, and this identity makes many people blush.

As the two were talking, they saw Song Yaozu walking up from the gate and going straight back to the dormitory.

"Yes, I'm sure I've run out of money again." Song Mingfeng said.

And that's exactly what happened.

Song Yaozu lay on the bed, took out all four pockets on his body, and found a total of two.

What can you buy for a piece of two? That's enough to eat two bowls of noodles.

Thinking of this, Song Yaozu was very discouraged, sure enough, what those little young masters said was right, he couldn't even support himself, what qualifications did he have to pursue Miss Du.

Thinking of the few gentlemen he met in the disco and what they said, Song Yaozu gritted his teeth.

Yesterday's salary, early this morning, Song Yaozu couldn't wait to go out with the money, he came to the discotheque, feeling the passion and enthusiasm that belongs to young people, who knew that just jumped for a while, the door walked in a few rich young masters, who was dancing with their own girl eyes lit up, immediately turned around and walked towards them.

Just listened to a lot of girls' flattering words, Song Yaozu was still a little fluttering, and now when he saw this person throwing himself away and touting and currying favor with a new object, Song Yaozu naturally couldn't stand it.

Coupled with a few glasses of wine, Song Yaozu's anger suddenly came out, pushed away the crowd, and greeted him angrily.

The result is self-evident, Song Yaozu was beaten and punched a few times, but there was nothing wrong with his face, thanks to the fact that he begged for mercy early.

However, just as he had a black face like a down-and-out fighter and wanted to leave with the last trace of self-esteem, a young man in a shirt suddenly exclaimed in surprise among the young masters, "Ah! I remembered who he was, no wonder it looked familiar. ”

"You know?" A few others asked curiously.

The man in the shirt looked at Song Yaozu and smiled contemptuously, "I know, of course I know, after all, it is rare to see a hillbilly who has the courage to pursue Miss Du, I have seen it once before, and I was drunk by Hua Shao and them to rectify it, but you didn't see it at the time, just like a dog, laughing at me." ”

Song Yaozu's face changed, that time it was obviously Miss Du's friend who invited him to play! What rectification, it's just nonsense!

In the next second, I only heard the man in the shirt say again: "It's really a dead-faced pug to say that he is a dog, Miss Du was kind to give him a little money for a while, who knows that this person will stick to it, and he will harass Miss Du every once in a while, which is very hateful." ”

"Hemp, this kind of person is embarrassed to pursue Miss Du, and he doesn't pee to take care of himself."

"It's just a toad that wants to eat swan meat!"

Several people looked disgusted, and while saying disdainful and disgusted words, they were gearing up to catch people back and beat them again.

Song Yaozu wanted to scold him back, but when he saw that the other party was approaching, where was there still that guts, the hero didn't suffer the loss in front of him, turned around and ran.

Accustomed to teasing cats and dogs since childhood, Song Yaozu naturally ran not slowly, and quickly shook off the pursuit behind him.

However, he didn't have the heart to continue playing, so he returned to the Daihatsu garment factory listlessly.