Dead after eight years [rebirth]

At the end of the meeting, an editor will come to ask questions about the ownership of some copyrights. Cheng Shuibei talked a lot, and it was too late when he came out.

He pushed open the door of the conference room, and was about to call Zhou Xingzhan, but told him that he was going back first, but bumped into someone head-on.

"I'm sorry," Cheng Shuibei apologized repeatedly, and looked up, "Zhang Ci'an? Why are you here?"

The person he bumped into was the sullen-faced Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Ci'an didn't answer him, facing his silence, Cheng Shuibei was even a little flustered, as if the person staring at him was not a little kid, but Professor Zhang who would never say anything more than ten years later.

"What time is it, I should go back——why are you dragging me?" Cheng Shuibei was about to slip away, but Zhang Ci'an held his wrist firmly.

Zhang Ci'an leaned forward to look into the conference room, his eyes swept over the table and the window, and after an unknown period of time, he gently let go of Cheng Shuibei.

Because of the movement, the two were very close, and Cheng Shuibei could even hear Zhang Cian's heartbeat, beating very fast.

"Let's go," Zhang Ci'an turned around silently, "Uncle Cheng asked me to pick you up."

Along the way, Zhang Ci'an's complexion was not very good, Cheng Shuibei was even more tormented when he was put on the co-pilot.

I shouldn't have provoked him anywhere, could it be that Zhang Ci'an failed the exam?

After much deliberation, Cheng Shuibei still bite the bullet and said, "Well... aren't you going to class today?"

"Well," Zhang Ci'an only looked at the road, not him, "I don't have class today."

"Then how have you been studying recently?"

"Fortunately."

"Where's Cheng Nan, should school be over?"

"in hospital."

No matter how he asked, Zhang Ci'an's answer was only three or two words.Normally, when Zhang Ci'an was in a bad mood, Cheng Shuibei would try to talk to him and coax him, so just now he started asking questions reflexively.

This is no longer the past, Cheng Shuibei put away the conversation, and looked sideways at the receding scenery outside the window.

"I'm sorry, maybe I'm... because I can't be distracted while driving, so don't mind my tone." After a long silence, Zhang Ci'an suddenly apologized.

Cheng Shuibei knew that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't intend to say anything.

"It's okay, you concentrate on driving."

The two were silent all the way.

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After taking Cheng Wenqiu back to the ward, Uncle En went outside to pack some food and came back. Cheng Shuibei pushed the door open, and the three were packing up the dishes and waiting for them.

Cheng Nan held up his chopsticks and shouted, "Brother Ci brought you back, Cheng Shuibei is here to eat!"

Cheng Shuibei wanted to report back to the kiosk after dinner, but Cheng Wenqiu stopped him when he didn't go out. Cheng Wenqiu took out a small notebook and asked Cheng Shuibei when he was born, what was his birth name, morning or noon, just like checking his household registration.

"199...er, born in 1987, born in the genus of...rabbit, probably born in the morning, I don't know when exactly, Uncle Cheng, why are you asking this, are you going on a blind date for me?" Cheng Shuibei said according to his own The current age has been pushed forward year by year, and it is finally correct.

He noticed that after saying the word "blind date", Zhang Ci'an's expression seemed to change.

After taking notes one by one, Cheng Wenqiu waved his hand to chase away the customers: "It's nothing, it's still early for you to go on a blind date, it's alright, alright, go back and get busy, I haven't had a stall all morning."

"Okay, then I'm leaving, Cheng Nan remembers to go to school when it's time!"

After October, the weather turned cold rapidly, and Cheng Shuibei's small stove for cooking tea eggs became more popular, and the sales volume increased linearly.

The main business of the newsstand is still selling books and newspapers. If Cheng Shuibei wants to increase his income, he still has to work hard on this aspect.

Newspapers and some magazines are very time-sensitive. Once they expire, they cannot be sold and can only be sold as waste paper. After all, no one wants to buy last week's newspapers.

Good books and newspapers can only be sold by the catty. Cheng Shuibei is distressed, but he can't find a solution for a while, so he can only watch the piles of outdated newspapers and magazines getting higher and higher.

Flipping through Cheng Nan's notebook, Cheng Shui Beifu thought heartily of the blind box economy that swept the market more than ten years later.

When customers buy it, they don't know whether it contains what they want. These expectations and mystery greatly enhance the attractiveness of the product while maintaining the price.

Cheng Shuibei planned to do this.

He prepared a bunch of paper bags and filled them with goods in large, medium and small sizes.He put out-of-season newspapers and magazines, small dolls and stationery that were wholesaled at low prices in small commodity markets into paper bags, sealed them with a stapler, and placed them on the counter of the newsstand.

A blind bag only costs two yuan, and there is a guarantee of ten yuan worth of newspapers and magazines inside. There is even a chance to get commemorative newspapers on auspicious days such as August 8, as well as dolls and limited edition toys worth dozens of yuan. There is even a card written by Cheng Shuibei himself - the owner can get a year of newspapers for the newsstand to choose from.

Those who are even more lucky can get the exclusive study notes of Zhang Ci'an, the number one student in the college entrance examination.

Toys and stationery attracted children, and newspapers and magazines attracted grandparents with children. Cheng Shuibei sold "waste products" in new tricks, and made a lot of money with a small investment.

The blind box model was a great success, and Cheng Shuibei even gave Zhou Xingyan an idea, so the sales of "Shenzhihuoguang Anniversary Special Issue" successfully doubled thanks to the small gifts that came with the book.

Boss Zhou was happy, and gave Xiao Cheng a bonus of 1 yuan.

A while ago, Zhang Ci'an introduced an old Chinese doctor he knew, and he used traditional Chinese medicine for Cheng Wenqiu. Cheng Wenqiu's pneumoconiosis was only in the first stage, and it improved a lot after this period of treatment.It's just that it has been delayed for a long time, even if you are discharged from the hospital in the future, you must pay more attention to control.

The time to be discharged from the hospital has not yet been set, and Cheng Shuibei has already made plans.He paid a lot of money to ask someone to get a humidifier from the provincial capital.The air that patients with pneumoconiosis breathe should be moist and pure. Cheng Shuibei put it in his father's room as soon as he received the goods.

The humidifier also has the function of heating, which is just right for Cheng Nan to lean aside and do his homework when he turns back.

Since Cheng Nan had Zhang Ci'an's tutoring, his grades have improved rapidly. The mid-term math is perfect, Chinese is 99, and even English, which he is not good at, has scored 88. Cheng Shuibei can't wait to walk sideways when he goes to the parent-teacher meeting.

Cheng Shuibei's life is getting better day by day.

In the blink of an eye, at the end of December, Cheng Wenqiu's nighttime coughs visibly decreased, and he could almost sleep soundly until dawn. The doctor said that he would be able to go home to recuperate after staying in the hospital for another half a month.

Cheng Shuibei was happy to close the stall early and went to the vegetable market to make a big purchase, planning to celebrate it.

The wind of the foreign festival blows from Yunan to Jiangshuo. Foreigners eat turkey on Christmas Eve. Chinese people are particular about eating apples to keep safe, so the shopping malls are full of gorgeously wrapped apples.

Cheng Shuibei felt that the packaging was flashy, and the meaning of the homophonic stalk didn't make much sense, but the word "Ping An" was magical to him.

Ping An fruit, if you eat it, you will be safe, Cheng Shuibei is willing to eat it every day.

In the end, he bought five big red apples, his brother's, his father's, his own, and Uncle En's. Buy four and get one free, and the free one should be given to Zhang Ci'an.

Cheng Shuibei happily walked to the hospital with a bag full of apples. When he left the trade city, he saw a flatbed cart full of flower baskets. Among the flowers and plants were hung red cloth strips—"I wish Teacher Dou Shuyi's new book a successful release."

It turned out that Aunt Dou's new book was about to be signed. Cheng Shuibei listened closely. These flowers were going to be sent to the Peace Hotel.

Cheng Shuibei didn't pay much attention at first, but his eyelids jumped faster and faster.

Peace Hotel...!

The Peace Hotel has since been rebuilt after a fire broke out here on Christmas Eve in 2005.

And Zhang Ci'an's mobile phone password is 1225.

Some people stay in that night forever, not waiting for the dawn.

Ping An was also pestering and torturing Cheng Shuibei with "Longevity".

The Ping An fruit in the white plastic bag is extremely red, and the roses on the flatbed are also extremely red.

Let's die, Cheng Shuibei runs wildly.

A little carelessness, the flatbed was knocked down, roses and apples turned red all over the place.

Cheng Shuibei picked up the apple and looked from a distance. The Peace Hotel was only 800 meters away from him, but it was two lifetimes away.

The author has something to say:

I'm an idiot

This article will be entered into V tomorrow (Thursday, March 3th) and will drop a 10D stamp.

Post the advance receipt of the new article in the back row, it is still delayed.

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BUZZ Bar Street is the most famous spot for fishing for croupiers. Xu Bi showed off all night, but failed to catch a croupier, and picked up a fool.

The idiot stood in the trash, holding a rotten apple that he had finally found, and asked him with a bright smile if he wanted to taste it together.

—If I only have one rotten apple, I'll give you half, and leave the rest for your supper.

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