Wan Feng did not enter the warehouse at the first moment. He looked at the IOU in his hand and thought for a while, then picked up his bicycle and turned around to leave the popsicle factory.
Seven or eight minutes later, Wan Feng returned to the door of the two warehouses panting.
"Is anyone there?"
Wan Feng shouted before he saw a white hat emerging from a pile of wooden boxes, and then he saw the face of a young man.
"What are you doing?" The young man seemed to be having a wet dream in a pile of boxes, and was disturbed by Wan Feng, so he looked impatient.
"I'll take the goods." Bianbian raised the IOU in his hand.
"How many?"
Wan Feng didn't directly answer the young man's question, but instead glanced around: "Brother! Why are you alone here?"
The young man became impatient: "Why are you asking this?"
"Brother, your job is the best. It's so relaxing. You can take a nap anytime."
The young man glared at her. "Idle? I'm the only one here. I was busy as a jerk a few hours ago, and now you see I'm idle. How many sticks are there?"
"One hundred and fifty." Wan Feng handed the note in his hand to the young man.
The young man picked up the note and looked at it, then stared at Wan Feng: "Did you not study? This is..."
Before the young man finished speaking, Wan Feng stuffed a box of Jinju cigarettes into the pocket outside the young man's white coat.
There is a pack of cigarettes in Wan Feng's left pocket and a pack of Pechoin cigarettes in his right pocket.
He made this preparation in advance because he was not sure whether the other party was a man or a woman, so he made two preparations.
Since the other party is a man, the only thing that plays a role is the cigarette.
The young man subconsciously reached into his pocket and knew what was in it, but he seemed to have never experienced such a thing before, and his brain short-circuited and he didn't know what to do.
"Brother! Aren't there a hundred and fifty on the strip?"
Wan Feng asked again, and the young man suddenly realized: "Oh! It's... it's one hundred and fifty. Come in with me."
It was chilly in the warehouse, and Wan Feng couldn't help shivering. Damn, he was still wearing the kind of shorts that students wear in summer.
"Boy, what do you mean?" The young man took out the cigarette from his pocket, took a look at it and kicked it back.
The 1.7 yuan Jinju was of a much higher quality than the 8-cent Fengshou cigarettes he smoked.
People at that time were so naive that they needed to be taught.
"A box of cigarettes for fifty popsicles." Wan Feng simply said this.
The young man blinked his eyes, picked up the wooden box and quickly put 150 popsicles into the wooden box.
This guy is so stubborn, how can he not be smart at all?
"Brother! Don't you still have pairs? There are still 30 pairs of 150 popsicles left. It should be 180."
The young man hesitated for a moment and loaded another thirty into Wan Feng's bag.
Damn it, can’t you just give me 200 guns? You useless piece of shit!
"Son, nothing will happen to me, right?" the young man asked worriedly.
"The invoices issued by your factory are all IOUs, and there's not even a security guard outside. What could possibly happen to you? I don't believe you've ever confiscated an IOU for 150 yuan. You can figure it out yourself."
There were some things he couldn't understand too clearly. What if he taught a corrupt person? He couldn't bear the responsibility.
Wan Feng brought out the boxes and stacked them layer by layer in the box.
That guy seems to still be working on this.
Wan Feng stacked the popsicles and placed the empty box on the pile of boxes and said goodbye to his brother: "Brother! I'm leaving. See you later."
When Wan Feng pushed the cart out of the popsicle factory, the young man was still in a daze, but he had come to his senses.
It turns out that work can be done this way!
Wan Feng, who had left the popsicle factory, was unaware that the young man had come to his senses. He continued to sigh, "What a pure age!" He also wondered if the young man had understood the relationship between the two. He hoped he wouldn't be led astray by him.
A box of cigarettes costing one or sixty cents was exchanged for sixty popsicles. Wan Feng was naturally in a good mood, so he was full of energy, singing a song and walking briskly back to Jiangwei School.
It was ten o'clock in the morning when he pushed his bicycle into the school.
The playground of Jiangwei School was packed with people. In addition to the more than 400 students, there were no less than 400 to 500 adults who came from various teams to watch the excitement. The playground of Jiangwei School was full of people.
For adults, the school sports meet was much more interesting than watching a movie. By the end of May, the fields were already lush green and there was no important work to do, so almost all the teams put their work on hold and took a holiday to watch the sports meet.
So men, women, young and old from each team showed up at Jiangwei School with their families, which led to the current crowded situation.
Seeing this scene, Wan Feng felt happy again.
A notice was playing over the loudspeaker: "Students participating in the Women's B 200m Preliminaries, please go to the registration office immediately. Men's B long jump competitors, please go to the registration office immediately..."
It was almost noon, and there was not a cloud in the sky nor a breath of wind. The sun, perhaps enjoying the fun, blazed down from overhead, casting its infinite heat downwards. Add to that the sheer number of people, and the playground was practically scorching hot.
Almost everyone was drenched in sweat, and those who had fans waved them like Nezha's wind-fire wheels, while those who didn't had to fan themselves with the corners of their clothes to relieve the heat.
"Selling popsicles, selling popsicles."
In this atmosphere, a voice suddenly rang out, like a cool breeze blowing towards you.
The person who heard it felt as if smoke came out of his throat.
While Wan Feng's voice was still echoing in the air, a question rang out: "How much is one?"
"Two cents a stick. If you want more, you can buy three for five cents. How many do you want?"
Wan Feng spent a little over one yuan and ten cents on one hundred and eighty popsicles, less than seven cents on each one, so whatever he did had a point.
"Give me one." A large container cost two cents.
"Uncle, don't you have kids who want to participate in the sports meet? How are we going to divide up a popsicle? It's so hot, if they get heatstroke, it will be a big problem."
The adult thought it was right and said, "You're right. Then give me five cents. It's so damn hot."
The adult exchanged for a five-cent coin, took the popsicle impatiently, put one in his mouth, and then went around looking for his child.
"Are there any left to buy? Adults can tolerate this, but students can't. If they get heatstroke, it's not a problem that can be solved with a two-cent popsicle. In this kind of weather, if your child can persevere, there's a chance they'll win. We can't let our children lose at the starting line. A popsicle could mean the difference between a bright future and a beautiful future..."
Wan Feng spoke eloquently, and his words made the people around him instantly understand a truth: that is, they must not let their children lose at the starting line.
Wan Feng said this sentence many years in advance on the campus of Jiangwei Brigade.
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