Nan Yi stared at the man, and the man stared at Nan Yi.

After staring at each other for a while, the man walked towards Nan Yi and sat down opposite Nan Yi very naturally.

"Selling the old man is expensive, how can you learn to practice it?"

The man spoke in argot, which translated into vernacular is "Sir, do you have a relationship with Lao Rongxing?" He was asking whether Nan Yi was related to Lao Rongxing and whether his family would target his own family.

"I understand what you are saying, but I won't say it, and I have nothing to do with Lao Rongxing.

However, you don’t have to pretend to me that you have someone behind you. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the last relatively well-organized Shanghai Laorong Group went to Xiangguan with the fruit seller Lao Du.

I know you are targeting me, but I still advise you not to take advantage of me.

I am a timid person and have little courage. I will take revenge from morning till night. Not to mention the living ones, even if they are already lying in the soil, I will dig them up for you."

After hearing Nan Yi's harsh words, the man gave Nan Yi a hard and deep look, then stood up, clasped his fists, turned around and walked away.

Seeing the person leave, Nan Yi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Yi really didn't think it was worth it to have his hands turn black for such an old man.

But whoever dares to worry about his money will fight to the death.

There is still an inheritance to judge the situation. If this is a newbie who has just entered the industry and cannot steal it, he will probably call his accomplices to rob it.

There are more and more bad guys on this train. When there are more lambs, there will definitely be more wolves eating the money, and the train will become unsettled.

You can't even drive by yourself. There are so many car gangsters and road bullies these days.

Nan Yi thought, he still had to find an organization that could issue a high-end letter of introduction, and he still had to fly to and from it.

"Nanyi, you go to sleep, I'll keep an eye on you."

Xian Weimin woke up, wiped his eyes, looked at his watch, and said to Nan Yi.

Nan Yi pointed to the aisle, "I'm not sleepy yet. You go wash your face first. I just want to tell you something."

"good."

Xian Weimin came back after washing his face, and the two of them lit cigarettes. Nan Yi said, "The mountain goods business that Men San'er and I talked about last year also counts you.

I originally planned to sell it to Japanese merchants who came to our country, but now that I think about it, it would be better for us to sell it directly to Japan ourselves.

When you go back, go to Xiangguan to find a lawyer who is proficient in business, register a Japanese company, and then find a Japanese person to be the president of the company;

Once these things are done, let the president come to the capital to build an office."

"Are you looking for a smart carrot head?"

"No, you don't look stupid, just look like that. Just to put a name on it, I'd better find someone to handle the specific matters in the country."

"learn."

"After this matter is done, you go to Lijiapo to learn about their fruit market, and by the way, check out the electronics market. If you can speak Cantonese and some Hakka, there will be no problem in communicating there.

Don't just look around on your own, go to Nanyang Polytechnic and find a college student, hire someone to be your guide, get more information and take more photos and come back.

If the visa is easy to obtain, you can go to Seoul again. There are many people from the imperial court there. You can hire one as a guide. You can visit Agujeong Cave and Dongdaemun."

“What should you pay attention to when visiting South Korea?”

“Look at everything, know what clothes women on the street wear, what jewelry they wear, what they eat, what dishes are available, what is sold in shopping malls, and what the prices are.

If you can meet someone knowledgeable, ask about South Korea's annual cabbage production and consumption.

When you come back, bring me some South Korean newspapers, as many as you can bring from the past three years, not fancy newspapers, I only want those from the three major newspapers."

"Which three major newspapers?"

"Haha, you will know it when you go to the newsstand in Seoul and see it. It is placed in the most conspicuous position."

"Understood." Xian Weimin nodded and said, "Next step, we will mainly do foreign business?"

"Tend to it, wait until I know more about it, and let's get the mountain goods business going first. Just this one deal this year will consume most of our energy.

By the way, when you come back, bring me another Atari 400 game console and see if you can find a second-hand one. New ones are too expensive."

"What?"

"Atari, a domestic product, sells for US$1,499.99 when new. Just go to the flea market and see if there are any second-hand items that can still be used. Buy one within US$500. If it exceeds this price, forget it."

"Oh, remember."

"Well, I'll take a nap."

Nan Yi turned up his collar, stretched his neck, closed his eyes and took a nap.

…

When he arrived in Beijing, Nanyi bought a copy of "Beijing Evening News" at the train station.

The newspaper published a document issued by the above, allowing seasonal price differences for eggs. Nanyi knew that this meant that the country began to try to use price leverage to coordinate the market.

"Prices are going to start to rise sharply." Nan Yi closed the newspaper and thought to himself.

A young man passed by Nan Yi, holding a magazine in his hand and chanting in a passionate tone: "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light."

""a generation"."

Nan Yi smiled slightly, the best time for modern poets has come.

"God created me and smashed my grinding tools into pieces. Men San'er, for the people, what do you think of my poem?"

"Can't understand."

"What the hell."

"Forget it, you two don't know how to appreciate it."

Nan Yi waved his hand and spat at himself, "Why do you want to play the piano to a cow?"

His mind turned slightly, and another gorgeous poem appeared in Nan Yi's mind.

"ah……

Those three broken sacks exuded the smell of decay.

It's so heavy that it bends your and my spine.

It is very light, just enough to have soup for three meals.

It's shameless and changes the appearance of innocence.

It is very noble, and everyone worships and respects it.”

"What a good poem, what should I call it?" Nan Yi admired it for a while, then thought again, "How about calling it "Money, Not Dirty"."

On the way to Men San'er's house, Nan Yi composed more than a dozen poems.

Three days, just three days, he can put together a collection of poems. Should he also publish it, earn some manuscript fees, and earn the title of a famous poet at the same time?

Nan Yi fell ill and was soon taken to Donglaishun by Men San'er for treatment. After two glasses of wine, his poet's fantasy syndrome was cured.

Returning to campus, he found that the place had also changed.

Among those freshmen and sophomore students, three to five or seven or eight students gather together, and there is always one person holding a notebook, reciting or improvising poems, or chatting about Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley", Xu Zhimo

"Farewell Cambridge".

Fat and burly men suddenly became less popular overnight. Men who were not much thinner, wore glasses, had a melancholy temperament, and sang good poems, became the most loved ones of women.

The female classmates each had a workbook in hand, in which they copied poems and essays.

From time to time, I will take it out and read the previous article.

Looking at this posture, Nan Yi always felt a little familiar.

Oh, by the way, in a few years, there will be another group of younger girls copying lyrics from notebooks.
Chapter completed!