"I'm sorry, Brother Fang, I didn't know that Chief Cheng of the police station was your relative. I'm really sorry..."

Zhao Qiang came to apologize in the afternoon, and his tone was as polite as possible.

Originally, Liu Jun was supposed to go to school in the afternoon, but at noon, he left several radios and cassette players behind and had no time to repair them, so he simply skipped class.

When Zhao Qiang came to the door, Liu Jun was hiding in a small room and catching up on work. Hearing this, he looked out and saw that Zhao Qiang's left eye was black and blue, and the corners of his mouth were cracked. He had obviously suffered a lot.

When Cheng Xinjian ran out of the police station in a hurry at noon, he brought several joint security team members with him. In fact, most of the so-called joint security team members were thorns in the various units, who were recommended to the police station to make up for the serious lack of police force.

Many of these people are big gangsters that Zhao Qiang cannot afford to offend.

In order to sell well to Liu Jun, Cheng Xinjian couldn't be polite to Zhao Qiang. They said that he was afraid of being stunned, and that he was afraid of losing his life. This kind of little gangster who bullied good and feared evil, if he met a character more ruthless than him, he would immediately

Became the third grandson!

Hearing what Zhao Qiang said, Liu Jun was very satisfied. This shows that Cheng Xinjian is very sensible and did not reveal his true identity. It is widely spread that Director Liu's son was blackmailed by gangsters, which may not be a good thing. I don't know what kind of version will be spread.

.

Fang Wenti still had lingering fears and did not dare to go too far for himself. He smiled dryly and said: "It doesn't matter, there is a misunderstanding."

Seeing Fang Wenti's attitude, Zhao Qiang breathed a long sigh of relief and put the three cigarettes and ten yuan and fifty cents on the table.

"I'm sorry, Brother Fang, we smoked two packs of cigarettes, and the rest are here. I hope you will ignore the faults of others."

The money was also returned. Wasn’t the cigarette money earned in vain?

Fang Wenti was surprised and happy, and became greedy. He stretched out his hand and prepared to put both the cigarette and the money into his bag.

Liu Jun coughed.

Fang Wenti trembled all over, hurriedly retracted his hand, only picked up the money, and said with a smile: "Brother Qiang, I took the money, but you should take the cigarettes back and smoke them yourself."

"That won't work, that won't work. I was ignorant and bumped into Brother Fang. These packs of cigarettes are just my apology to Brother Fang."

"It's just a misunderstanding. Brother Qiang is too polite..." Fang Wenti looked at Liu Jun carefully, and finally couldn't help it. He picked up the torn open strip of the front door and said, "Since Brother Qiang is so polite, what about these bags?"

I will accept the smoke as soon as it is gone."

Zhao Qiang's face showed joy. He had already made mental preparations for "heavy bleeding", and now Fang Wenti only gave him a few packs of loose cigarettes, which was an unexpected surprise.

Liu Jun snorted, walked out of the room, snatched a few packs of cigarettes from Fang Wenti's hand, and stuffed them into Zhao Qiang's hand along with the two complete ones, and said coldly: "Zhao Qiang, take the cigarettes.

Just buy it and smoke it yourself. Don’t hang around here in the future.”

Zhao Qiang was startled, quickly put away his cigarette, nodded and bowed, and left with a smile.

"Fang Wenti, I'm warning you, if you continue to be so greedy for money, I'll walk away and pretend we've never met."

Fang Wenti was shocked when he saw Liu Jun's serious expression. He quickly smiled and said, "Smoking two packs of cigarettes is not that serious, right?"

"You know nothing!"

Liu Jun scolded unceremoniously.

"If you take advantage of these street gangsters, they will cling to you like a dog-skin plaster and they won't be able to shake you off. You are not afraid of causing trouble for Zhang Mulin, but I am worried that my father will not let me go.

I saw that you were lame in one leg and it was difficult for you to live, so I wanted to help you. If you want to use my name to become a gangster, you have made the wrong decision."

"This, this, Xiaojun..."

Fang Wenti had never seen Liu Jun speak so harshly, and he immediately panicked.

"Listen to me, I can tell people how to deal with Zhao Qiang, and I can also deal with you. You'd better do business honestly and don't think wrongly."

Fang Wenti trembled all over, knowing that Liu Jun's words were not a joke, he nodded hurriedly, looking at Liu Jun's eyes full of awe, how could he still have the slightest contempt for children?

Liu Jun actually had no intention of showing off in front of Fang Wenti. This "Yamen" who even found it funny to himself would not be so shameless and put on airs in front of the disabled. It was just that Liu Jun thought that he might have something to rely on in the future.

Fang Wenti came forward on his behalf. After all, he was an adult and he was a child. It was more convenient for him to come forward than to do it himself. Then he had to be beaten hard to prevent him from being confused about the situation and randomly using the Liu family's signboard, which would have an impact on Liu Jincai, who had just taken over.

It would be very bad.

Compared with Liu Jun's previous life, Fang Wenti is more grassroots and weak. He is afraid of any power (including the gangster A Fei). Liu Jun's threatening words can obviously have a restrictive effect.

"I have an idea."

Liu Jun motioned for him to sit down, and then said slowly.

Fang Wenti sat opposite Liu Jun and looked up at him.

"You put up a sign and go out to recycle old electrical appliances."

"What's it for?"

"It can be used for dismantling parts. Many old electrical appliances have no repair value, but if you dismantle the parts, they can still be used. It is also cost-effective for others, and it is better than selling scrap products."

In fact, many old electrical appliances such as radios and cassette players may not be collected by waste recycling companies.

Fang Wenti was smart and immediately understood what Liu Jun meant. He slapped his thigh and shouted, "This is a good idea. Go to the hardware company to buy things like electronic tubes. They are too expensive and sometimes they are out of stock."

"That's right."

Liu Jun smiled and nodded.

"If appropriate, we can also assemble some electrical appliances ourselves and sell them as second-hand goods."

"Sell?"

Fang Wenti's brain water was not enough again.

"Why, you want to keep this small repair shop your whole life? It's really hopeless."

"But, the one who broke the law, Xiaojun..."

Fang Wenti simply didn't know where Liu Jun, a little child, could have so many strange thoughts in his mind.

"I know whether it's illegal or not, so you don't have to worry about it. I'm just asking you, do you want to make more money?"

"I think so, of course I do."

1978 belonged to the voucher era, where many things were supplied by voucher, and the magic power of money was far less prosperous than in later generations. Status was mainly reflected in such things as whether one had a job, and whether the workplace was good or bad. Only Fang Wenti

Only such unemployed people are obsessed with money.

Apart from making more money, he has no other way to get ahead.

Seeing that Liu Jun was speaking firmly, he forgot about whether it was illegal or not. He was not a person with a strong sense of the law to begin with, he was just afraid that if things got messed up, he would be caught and put in jail.

"You heard me right. Recycle the old electrical appliances and leave the price negotiation to you. I will do the repairs and assembly."

Liu Jun patted him on the shoulder, stood up and went into the inner room. There were several machines waiting to be repaired.

I came up with this idea today just to give it a try. As far as Liu Jun knows, before the promulgation of the "Company Law", the private economy existed in the form of self-employed individuals for a long time. There were some loopholes that could be exploited when doing business, but there was basically no chance of doing business.

The scale of operation and the number of employees are strictly limited. To grow bigger, it must be a public-private partnership, that is, it must be affiliated with the government and become a collective enterprise wearing a "red hat".

However, wearing a red hat is also full of dangers. The most important thing is that the subject becomes collectively owned. Once the government turns its back, there is a danger of being stripped naked.

In 1978, it was still an era of complete planned economy, and even self-employment was an illegal existence. Liu Jun did not reject collective enterprises at all. If conditions permitted, he was confident enough to turn Liujiashan Brigade and even

Turn the entire Hongqi Commune into the richest village in Province N within the next ten years, competing with one of the most famous villages and towns in the north for the title of "No. 1 in the World".

However, for Liu Jun, the real restriction comes from his age. It is impossible for anyone to let a nine-year-old child lead a collective enterprise of a brigade. Therefore, at this stage, he can only play small and joking, which is better than nothing.

That’s all.

…

"Xiaojun, where did you go this afternoon? Teacher Xie is asking."

When she got home, Liu Yan asked Liu Jun.

Oops, I skipped class in the afternoon and was targeted by Teacher Xie. Fortunately, telephones were not yet widely available, otherwise the complaint call would have been made to Liu Jincai’s office.

"Just say I'm sick. I have a cold and a fever. I need to take a day off tomorrow."

"That won't work, I can't help you lie."

Liu Yan flatly refused. In her opinion, lying to the teacher was a huge mistake. Liu Yan is eleven years old and is completely a child. Whether it is to move her with affection or to induce her to gain profit, asking her to lie for her will be a big mistake.

Not suitable.

"Forget it, I'll go talk to her myself tomorrow. Where is dad?"

"Dad went to the countryside. I don't know if he will come back today."

"Um."

Liu Jun nodded. It seemed that he had to solve his own problem. It would be unrealistic for his father, as the deputy director of the County Revolutionary Committee, to take the initiative to discuss with the teacher about allowing his son to skip classes. Unless he still made up his mind.

On Mr. Zhou’s head.

Soon Ruan Bixiu came back without any strange behavior. It seemed that she had no idea what happened today.

Liu Jun saw that the third sister endured it again and again, but finally did not tell her mother about skipping classes. He couldn't help but secretly make a face at her. Liu Yan snorted softly and flattened her mouth.

Early the next morning, Teacher Xie made a special trip to wait for Liu Jun at the door of the classroom.

"Liu Jun, why didn't you come to class yesterday afternoon?"

Teacher Xie's face looked good. After all, Liu Jun only skipped class once, so the situation was not serious.

"I went to see Mr. Zhou yesterday afternoon."
To be continued...