Chapter 582
There are many goods in the Friendship Store. In addition to some well-dressed people shopping, you can also see a few foreign friends from time to time.
The father and daughter bought two rolls of Kodak Gold 100. After paying the 50 note, there was still a dollar left. Su Miao also bought a piece of chocolate. It tasted bitter and sweet when she put it in her mouth. The old man said that it is best to spend the unexpected money immediately.
When I walked out of the door, I saw a few men squatting under a tree nearby. They were probably also reselling foreign exchange coupons.
These people should also be reselling foreign exchange certificates. Su Miao thought: These few years should be the last crazy moment for foreign exchange "scalpers".
Su Yuanzheng was still worried about the child he had just met:
"It's too dangerous for him to be doing this kind of work at such a young age. What are his parents thinking?"
Su Miao tilted her head playfully, a sly glint in her eyes: "Dad, what if I want to do it?"
"What?" Su Yuanzheng was stunned.
"Dad, if I said this business makes money quickly, I would also want to do it?" Su Miao asked seriously.
Su Yuanzheng frowned in embarrassment and thought for a long time before speaking.
"It's not impossible. You're so smart, so the opportunity you've chosen will definitely work."
Su Miao couldn't help but laugh: "Maybe the child's parents think so too."
Su Yuanzheng finally understood and smiled, but after a while he shook his head and said:
"No, his parents are no match for me. If you want to do this business, then Dad will do it. I won't let you go. It's too dangerous. If you get caught, your future will be ruined, and you might even run into robbers!"
The father and daughter walked hand in hand intimately. At the intersection of Xinjiekou, a huge billboard was being replaced.
Workers hoisted up a new spray-painted canvas with a model wearing a Pierre Cardin suit on it. The word "铁路" in the slogan "连接世界" had not yet fully unfolded, and it fluttered in the wind.
Su Miao suddenly thought of the iron frog in Taizhuang, Xu Xiaohong's "sent down to labor camp", and the foreign exchange coupons circulating in secret.
These scattered fragments of memory gradually pieced together a grand picture of the times in her mind - an era of change in which the old order is collapsing and new rules are about to be established.
When I returned to the hotel, the old woman at the front desk was listening to opera on the radio.
When Su Miao passed by the counter, she couldn't hear clearly the babbling tone inside.
She touched the film in her pocket. In this era where planning and market run in parallel, there is an arbitrage code hidden behind every piece of paper, and those who understand these codes are quietly rewriting the rules of the game.
The night on the Qinhuai River grew darker, and the lanterns on the pleasure boats on the river lit up one after another. The red lights were reflected on the shimmering water, like floating foreign exchange coupons, flickering.
Su Miao couldn't help but smile when she remembered what Li Xiangyang said when he handed her the coupon: one must be dignified when traveling in the world.
In this world full of variables, the 50-yuan foreign exchange coupon is just the lightest wave, and the real tide is surging deeper.
At noon the next day, just as the hands of the clock tower at Shanghai Station passed twelve o'clock, the steam rising from the platform, accompanied by the sound of station announcements in the soft Wu dialect, hit us in the face.
Of course, this has nothing to do with Su Miao. They came by car and just made an appointment to meet at the station.
Su Miao and Su Yuan were parking the car and looking for their contact person in the bustling crowd.
"Dad, is that the one?" Su Miao, with sharp eyes, pointed at a place not far away and shouted.
A man in a tweed coat and shiny leather shoes stood out from the crowd, holding a large sign that read "Beijing, Brother Su." He stood on tiptoe and peered around, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Seeing Su Miao and Su Yuan walking towards him, the man immediately came forward with a smile on his face:
"Is that Brother Su and Miaomiao? I'm Zhu Guoming."
Su Yuanzheng stretched out his hand to shake his:
"Brother Guoming! I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Su Yuanzheng, the one you're talking to. This is my daughter Miaomiao."
Zhu Guoming received the person, folded the card smaller and said:
"What do you mean by disturbing me? You are good friends of Senior Brother Si and have come from afar. I should entertain you and take you to a hotel to settle down first."
Zhu Guoming sat in the back seat of the Su family's car, pointing out directions from time to time, his words full of familiarity and pride in this city. When the car turned into the street, the sunlight between the branches of the sycamore trees suddenly became brighter.
After the father and daughter decided to drive back to Nanning, Su Miao made up her mind to come to the Shanghai Stock Exchange to buy stocks.
However, this person was unfamiliar with the place, and the Shanghai Stock Exchange had not yet been officially established. The trading methods of bonds and stocks were relatively primitive, and opening an account was also rather troublesome.
If there is a local to lead the way, even if he doesn't know much about stocks, it is better than the father and daughter asking questions like headless flies and getting cheated easily.
But their family had no friends or relatives in Shanghai. After thinking about it, Su Miao called Uncle Si.
I heard from him before that he has two junior fellow students in Shanghai, and I hope he can help introduce them to a reliable guide.
Zhu Guoming is Uncle Si's junior fellow apprentice and now works as a pattern maker in a garment factory. When he received Uncle Si's call, he agreed without hesitation and said he would come to receive them in person.
They talked on the phone before coming and finally agreed to meet at the train station.
The hotel Zhu Guoming brought them to looked quite new, probably renovated, and its architectural style retained a "Western flavor."
Before getting off the bus, he took out a letter of introduction with a red seal and said:
"This is a joint venture between the public and private sectors. We'll be renting out the rooms in the north building soon because the south building requires foreign exchange coupons, which isn't worth it. This is a business trip certificate I got through my connections. I can get a 20% discount on the room rate."
Su Miao looked at the letter of introduction curiously and asked, "Can there be a discount for a public-private partnership? Don't your company usually reimburse your room expenses on business trips, or do you get free room at the guesthouse?"
"It's precisely because it's a public-private partnership, with everyone responsible for their own profits and losses, that they can get discounts! Now that there are more and more hotels, they have to compete too. It's no longer like before where you just stay."
After they completed the formalities, they had to take a small path next to it to reach the North Building.
At this moment, in the lobby of the North Building, several well-dressed middle-aged people were sitting around discussing something. A corner of the "XX Economic Herald" spread out on the coffee table was blown up by the wind, revealing the headline of a report on "Jing'an Securities Business Department".
After putting away their luggage, Zhu Guoming invited the two to his home.
“I should have introduced my family to you, but it happened that the child was on winter vacation, and my wife took him back to her parents’ home to visit the elderly.
I've already bought the food and will go back and make you some authentic Shanghai specialties! Let's have a good chat. I haven't been back to Nancheng in almost 20 years. Listen, I already have a Shanghai accent when I speak."
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