Chapter 569
Su Miao spread out the newspaper he had prepared long ago on the dining table and lightly tapped his fingertips on a report.
The fresh fragrance of newspaper ink mixed with the aroma of food wafted in the air under the warm light.
"Dad, look, state-owned factories can issue stocks now! Look, the Vacuum Electronics Factory is a legitimate state-owned enterprise! There are also some public-private partnerships and Sino-foreign joint ventures."
Su Miao gently held his father's rough hand. He could clearly feel the warmth from his father's palm, as well as the tiny scars. He continued:
"Dad, times have changed. Now the country allows ordinary people to use their spare money to participate in economic development, just like... just like adding yeast to dough, which can make money grow."
Looking at his father's pensive expression, Su Miao suddenly remembered a sentence: Every generation feels that it is experiencing the most drastic changes.
At this moment, she is witnessing with her own eyes the confusion and acceptance of her father's generation in the face of the new era.
The next evening, as dusk fell, Su Miao had dinner and was about to return to school.
After getting the car, Su Yuanzheng cleaned it inside and out, leaving no dust or odor.
Now he finally had the opportunity to drive his daughter to school. For this purpose, he bought a map and studied it carefully.
Then he realized that he might not be able to recognize the way just by looking at the map, so he practiced going back and forth, but he didn't tell his daughter about this.
The car stopped at the school gate. When Su Miao was about to get out, her father suddenly called her:
"Miao Miao, Dad still doesn't quite understand what stocks you're talking about, but if you want to buy them, then go ahead.
We came to Beijing with 100,000 yuan. After deducting the cost of buying a house, a car and opening a store, plus the profits of the past few months, we now have 50,000 yuan left.
If you need it, take it. If it's not enough, there's more in Yongcheng. We can go back and get more during the winter vacation."
Looking at the passbook his father handed over, Su Miao's throat tightened a little: "Dad, aren't you afraid that I will lose all my money?"
Su Yuanzheng patted his daughter's shoulder with his rough hands and said with a smile:
"You've been smart since you were little, and you're much more knowledgeable than your father. I'm old now, and I can't keep up with the times. The world belongs to you young people, so go ahead and do whatever you want.
Without you, our family wouldn't be able to earn this much money. Even if we lose it, it's no big deal. Dad will earn more for you."
Su Miao's eyes were a little hot, "Dad, there's no need for so much, my own little treasury is enough.
This stock is in great demand, and it's not something you can buy easily. I'll have to ask you to come with me to the counter to buy it, as I can't squeeze through so many people."
"Okay! Daddy may not be good at other things, but he still has strength. I promise I can help you get it!"
Su Miao got out of the car carrying the "good food". When she turned around, she saw her father had opened the car window to look at her.
"Dad, go back! Drive slowly!" She waved her hand, urging her father to go home.
In the twilight, Su Miao watched her father's car gradually drive away, its taillights flashing around the corner. She clutched the bag of vegetables tightly.
The latest issue of "Banyuetan" was displayed at the newsstand at the school gate, and the title on the cover was particularly eye-catching: "1990: A New Journey of Reform and Opening Up."
In the distance, I could hear the faint sound of singing. It was the students singing "Young Friends Come to Meet" in the dormitory area:
"...Glory belongs to the new generation of the 1990s..."
The song drifted across the campus. The lyrics, originally from the 1980s, had been changed to the 1990s by the classmates. The spring breeze of the new era seemed to be blowing in.
Time passed quickly after New Year's Day. In another week, it would be final exam week. Most courses had been suspended, leaving students with more time to review.
The library is always crowded before the final exams. Su Miao, holding "General Theory of Chinese Archaeology" and "Field Archaeology Methods", walked around the reading room on the second floor twice before finding a seat by the window.
Several of my roommates have club activities, which is probably the last carnival before the winter vacation.
She was concentrating on reading the book and didn't notice that the female classmate sitting next to her had left and a male classmate walked over from another seat.
"Classmate, is anyone sitting here?" the male classmate asked softly.
Su Miao, whose thoughts were interrupted, looked up at him blankly. What caught her eye was a snow-white shirt with the collar and cuffs ironed meticulously.
The boy was holding a few financial journals and standing in the backlight, his outline gilded by the sunlight.
Su Miao shouted in his heart: Wow~ What a white shirt~ It must be difficult to wash.
She turned around and looked around, but she didn't see the female classmate who was sitting there just now, so she shook her head and said, "It should be empty."
The male classmate sat down next to her, and Su Miao immersed herself in reviewing again.
After a while, she finished reviewing the part she had planned to review for the day. The hour hand on her watch was already pointing to 5, so she could pack up and go back to get her lunch box.
I picked up the book and walked out without stopping for a second, not noticing the hesitant look on the face of the boy sitting next to me. After all, eating is the most important thing in the world.
In the next few days, Su Miao was like a wound-up spring, shuttling between the classroom and the library during the day. However, he was always accompanied by his roommates, so some classmates who wanted to get close to him and talk to him no longer had the opportunity.
Exam week arrived as scheduled. The bare branches on campus swayed gently in the cold wind. Su Miao wrapped himself tightly in his cotton jacket, and the white breath he exhaled dispersed in the morning light.
He Rong, who went to the exam with her, asked, "Miao Miao, what time did you study until last night? I saw you used a flashlight to read after turning off the lights, but I was so sleepy that I fell asleep right away."
"I didn't look at it for long. I just went over the bronze period table again before going to bed."
Su Miao rubbed his hands, took out a piece of individually wrapped candy from his pocket, and said, "Here, this is my soft ginger candy. It will warm your stomach."
He Rong opened the package and put the candy into her mouth. The candy wrapper made a crunching sound under her fingertips.
"Thank you! Everything you have is delicious. It's a pity that shredded papaya and soft ginger candy are not sold in Beijing. Have you considered setting up a factory near Beijing to produce them? I heard from my parents that there are many private factories in Guangzhou now."
He Rong spoke incoherently while holding a candy in her mouth.
Su Miao replied, "We're still considering it. Ginger and brown sugar are easier to arrange, but shredded papaya is more difficult due to the geographical restrictions on raw materials.
Afterwards, it should be carried out in the form of centralized production and long-distance transportation and sales.
There are freight trains from Nancheng to Beijing, and the cost is not very high. When the time comes, we can implement distribution and achieve the separation of production and sales."
The bell of the teaching building suddenly rang, interrupting their conversation. The two of them quickened their pace, and the white breath they exhaled drew long trails in the cold air.
The exam papers for Introduction to Archaeology were handed out, and the classroom was left quiet with only the scraping sound of pens scraping against paper.
Su Miao first turned to the last major question - "On the evolution of bronze patterns in Shang and Zhou dynasties and the social changes they reflect."
Wow! Just watched it last night, it's brilliantly written.
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