child prodigy at eighty

When someone reminded Song Shiyu that he needed to apply for a business license, he was really stunned for a moment. And this thing, if you don't do it, you won't pay taxes, so it's illegal?Co-author, he has been poaching corners of socialism for the past year.

The replacement of the business license was very smooth. People from the city government said hello, and no one gave the small shoes to wear. It didn't take long for it to be done smoothly.It was done in the name of old man Li, which was Gu Weifeng's intention. After all, all the big bosses belonged to Gu Weifeng, and Song Shiyu had no objections at all.But another thing made him very fresh. It turned out that Mr. Li's name was Li Daze, a very knowledgeable name.

"Your name sounds nice too." Gu Weifeng said.

"Forget it, our family's name is the weather, it thundered when my eldest brother was born, it was windy when my second brother was born, and it rained when I gave birth to me, and my father used to raise a stone from a stone, and they wrote it wrong when he registered his household registration. It became the current name."

"What about your little four? Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, shouldn't there be electricity?"

"There was no lightning that day, and besides, Song Shidian was so ugly. The sun was very hot that day. My dad originally wanted to call him Song Shihuo, but I added a fire to it. The name Yan also means hot."

"Nonsense, how old were you when your younger brother was born, can you read?" Old Man Li laughed.

"I was six years old when I got my registered permanent residence. What characters can't I read? If it weren't for me, my younger brother would be called Song Shihuo by now." Song Xiaosan couldn't stand it just thinking about it.

Several people talked about their names, happily doing what they should do.

They were happy, but some people were so angry that they were going crazy.

Fatty Zhao's old mother cursed and cursed: "Little bastard who is not good enough to die, run on my mother's son, and treat my old mother as a soft persimmon! Last time I hit my son and I haven't settled with you yet, and now you dare to be arrogant, little bastard, wait a minute!" Let's see if I don't kill you!"

"Old Zhao, this matter can't be left alone! Our son has never suffered any crimes since he was a child, but now he has been forced out of the city and has to go all the way to sell goods. How many crimes will he incur in winter!"

The man called Lao Zhao also had a very ugly face, "Don't worry, we can't let them go smoothly."

Within a few days, someone found the peddler who sold Gu Weifeng's goods in the market, and said that there was a needle in his thrift collar, which had drawn blood on his neck.

The peddler saw that there was indeed a blood mark on his neck, and he smiled and wanted to change it for him.

The person who came here yelled loudly and refused to change it. The quality of the things in his house is bad, and it will harm people!

All of a sudden, the pot exploded, and everyone gathered around, some were watching the excitement, some were pointing fingers, and there were not a few who suspected that there were needles in the things they bought.

The man made a lot of trouble, he couldn't retreat, he couldn't change, he had to accompany him ten times.

However, the peddler he was looking for had just started working, and he was not very eloquent, so he was sweating profusely and kept trying to make amends.This further fueled the arrogance of the visitor, clamoring that he must make compensation, otherwise he will be dragged to the Public Security Bureau.

The peddler is not with me, but I understand it in my heart. I don’t know if it’s a matter of saving money, even if it is, I can’t open it. If someone wants to blackmail them in the future, who can bear it?

It was Gu Weifeng who was informed by someone who was acquainted with him, and asked him to solve the problem.

"Uncle, can you show me the collar first?" Gu Weifeng asked calmly.

"What, you want to destroy the evidence?" The man looked at him vigilantly while holding his bloodstained collar.

"You think too much. There are so many people present, how could I do such a thing? I have to do this business in the future." Gu Weifeng said with a good temper.

The man looked at the frugal collar, it was full of needles and blood, and looked outside again, then handed it to him, and said: "Anyway, it's your stuff, so it can't be fake!"

Gu Weifeng took the collar and looked at it carefully in front of everyone. He saw that the blood volume wound on it was definitely not too small. It must be as long as two fingers. Then he looked at the needle pinned on it and smiled.

"why are you laughing?"

"The savings are indeed ours."

"It's yours, or can I find you?"

"But this needle is not." Gu Weifeng pulled out the needle and showed it to everyone: "This is the needle we use to make clothes at home, not the needle from other people's clothing factories. People in clothing factories use sewing machines, and the needles are different. This uncle, even if you blackmail people, be serious and get the needle right."

"Impossible, it's on your clothes!" the man said, poking his neck.

"Let's see where the collar needs to be sewn by hand?" Gu Weifeng held up the collar for everyone to see. It was just an ordinary white shirt collar, and there was no lace embroidery. It was all neat machine stitches. I don't even have a place to sew when I want to sew.

"Drink! This is to blackmail people!"

"That's right, if you have the ability to make money by yourself, what kind of ability is it to blackmail people?"

"Hey, I almost believed his nonsense!"

"Don't listen to him, it's on the collar, I didn't blackmail anyone!" The man insisted still blushing.

"What is it that you didn't blackmail people? And the blood on the collar, who can bleed so much blood after being pricked by a needle?" said an elder sister who was watching with a good head.

"What kind of needle is this? It must be thicker than the vaccine injection for pigs."

Laugh out loud.

A clumsy framing has turned into a joke after dinner, and people can't laugh when they talk about it. This person just can't do bad things, so it will be exposed by everyone in a while, and he will be killed.

Passers-by took this as a joke, but Gu Weifeng and Song Shiyu both had headaches. This seemed to be an omen, and problems happened one after another. Everything went wrong, and the bad business was affected for a while.

As long as such difficult things happen, the people who approve the goods here will come to them to solve the problem. After a while, they seem to really become the invisible leaders of these people. In the past, the shipping price and area were just determined by them. , Now they are the ones to settle the disputes, which is completely unlike a normal wholesale point, and it is developing in a strange direction.

"This is being framed by someone, why has it never happened before?" Song Shiyu said bitterly.He has helped to check the goods to be shipped, and there are no such problems at all.

"But we don't have evidence." Gu Weifeng's headache is here. There is no evidence. Since he found an obvious loophole last time, now every time something happens, it is absolutely as if it were real, making them very passive.

"Who did you say it would be?"

"It's not that there are people who are jealous of our business, but if you want to say that they are so stupid, they are all gone to other places, and it is not the same person who makes trouble every time." This also made him baffled. Where is the solution, who on earth has such a big hatred with them?

"By the way, those people all have country accents, isn't that too strange?"

"It must be that he dare not show his face and instigates people to come out to make trouble."

"No matter who it is, we must find out, otherwise our business will be messed up by these people." Song Shiyu said, staring at the goods piled up in the room.

Gu Weifeng agreed with his words, but what should we do?This matter is really too difficult for him.The business has been going smoothly for almost a year, and the current situation has never happened. The teenagers said that they have seen the dangers of human hearts, but they have limited knowledge of more disgusting things.

Not to mention Song Shiyu, his life can be summed up in a simple way, he can always achieve whatever he wants, as long as he works hard, he can get it, a typical child from other people's family, he has only seen the sinister heart twice, sued the cheating man and A fat man who robs roads and robs business, he can fight for you openly, but he has no experience in how to deal with this kind of thing.

Before finding out the bad guys, all they can do is tell the person who bought the goods to let the customer check them before selling them, and then sell them if there is no problem.

In addition, Gu Weifeng was more thoughtful and hired someone to keep an eye on the few families that had overlapping business with them, and the focus was on Fatty Zhao's family.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before he was seen to have contacts with the countrymen who had troubled him. Gu Weifeng knew that he hadn't run away, but he didn't get any evidence.

"It's Fatty Dad?" Song Shiyu couldn't believe it: "He did such a thing by himself, and made trouble with us, is it embarrassing?"

"Some people just can't see that others are better than him, so they need to clean up." Gu Weifeng said harshly.

It's the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye, let's call Fatty Zhao's father Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao put on a rare good face, and walked out of the house with a happy face and went straight to the department store.

"That comrade, show me the TV set." Lao Zhao pointed to the TV set high on the shelf and said.

"Do you want to buy it? Do you have a ticket? If you don't buy it, don't show it." The salesperson said indifferently.

Lao Zhao slapped the ticket on the counter and said arrogantly, "I have a ticket!"

"It's great to have a ticket. There are a lot of tickets. Who knows if you have money? The TV is 480 yuan, which is very expensive." The salesman snapped back like a machine gun.

"I came here to buy a TV, so hurry up and move here, I won't buy it anyway!"

"Then don't buy it, you can't buy it!"

"What's that?" Old Zhao asked, pointing at the TV.

"That's a sample machine, don't buy it!"

"If you don't buy the TV, you are deceiving the masses!"

"Am I deceiving the masses? Hey, I've never seen such a sloppy shopping. Why, my department store is opened by your family? Do I have to listen to you? I can't sell it out yet? Is it out of stock?" The salesperson raised his voice. , the sharp voice can pierce the roof of the building.

"I'm here to buy a TV, TV! I have a ticket! I have money!" Old Zhao was not easy to mess with, he slapped the counter loudly, and a few hairs on his head that supported the center fell down excitedly. On the one hand, it looks funny and funny.

"Everyone come and see, how can there be such a shopper, you are great if you have money? This is a communist society! This is a people's store! What do you want to beat me?" The salesperson is definitely not a bully of.

Old Zhao stroked his fallen hair, and pointed at the salesperson angrily: "Call your leaders, I still don't believe it, I still can't buy things today if I have money and a ticket!"

"You call, call quickly, my old lady is waiting here!"

"Who are you as an old lady!"

"Whoever wants to recognize it will be whoever it is."

Old Zhao is going to be so angry, he has been the director of the thermos bottle factory for so many years, and no one has ever talked to him like this. This is simply unreasonable!

The onlookers looked at the bustle, with excited expressions on their faces, hey, no one dares to be so rude to the salesperson, this excitement is worth seeing.