Chapter 168 Now even Pan Hong is here to curry favor with you

Since the second half of 1979, Teresa Teng's singing can often be heard in the streets, alleys, squares and parks of major cities.

A group of young people carried tape recorders in their hands and walked through the market triumphantly.

The more curious eyes it attracts, the more steps it can take to reach 250,000 to 80,000 yuan.

The earth is round, and history must be paid back.

Just like when I rashly disrupted the life trajectories of these young people.

Nowadays, the various magical operations of this group of people have also made the city particularly uncomfortable.

But no matter what, the "Teresa Teng fever" in the mainland also started to emerge this year.

Her appearance is not accidental. Since last year, tape recorders have begun to flow into the market through various channels.

Recorders used for teaching in major schools no longer undergo special approval procedures.

In early 1979, an inspection team set up by the Ministry of Commerce went to Hong Kong and purchased 10,000 cassette recorders at a price of HK$90 each.

After being shipped back to Yanjing, they were sold at a price of RMB 200 per unit.

On the first day of sales, the counter in Yanjing Department Store was completely crowded.

The off-duty time has long passed, and Gu Zhengzheng, the director of Pujiang TV Station, is still sitting in his office talking on the phone.

"It's not big, and the style is the same as the one at the beginning of the year," Zhou Yeming, who was far away at Yanjing TV Station, said on the other end of the phone: "I only got 5 units in total and will send you two."

"So generous?" Gu Zhengzheng grabbed the phone cord and said with a smile: "I actually have a tape recorder at home, but I just want to add a smaller one for my children. It's inconvenient to have a big one."

"Don't get me wrong first. One is for you, and the other is for Jiangshan."

"Xiaojiang?"

"Yes," Zhou Yeming laughed unknowingly as soon as he said Jiangshan:

"I like this guy more and more now. When he came to the stage last time, he seemed to like the electric fan in the office. This time I also sent him one."

"oh?"

"When the time comes, you can help me hand over the tape recorder to him..."

After slowly latching on the phone, Gu Zhengzheng folded his hands on the desk and fell into deep thought.

On the phone, Zhou Yeming praised Jiangshan like a flower. He didn't know what problem this guy helped him solve?

This is both a tape recorder and an electric fan.

Hiss, that’s not right.

It seems that their Pujiang TV station has never expressed anything to Comrade Xiao Jiang!

Gu Zhengzheng immediately felt something was wrong. No wonder Zhou Yeming was able to become the leader of CCTV because he thought more carefully than himself.

Thinking of this, Gu Zhengzheng picked up the phone again: "Is this Zhang Lu? Come to my office..."

On a hot summer night, in the small courtyard of No. 51 Anhe Street, a few fireflies swayed back and forth.

After Li Jinzhi said goodbye and left, Jiang Chuan and Ying Ruhua, the silent cat, were reading novels in the room.

The heroes and heroines in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" opened the door to the world for the two little girls.

"Ruhua," Jiang Chuan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up and said, "Look at your palm."

"Hehehe," he giggled picturesquely after being attacked by someone, and gave a backhand palm: "Nine Yin White Bone Claw."

There was a thud, and Jiang Chuan, who had no time to react, rolled out of bed.

"Hey Xiaochuan, are you okay?"

"...The Nine Yin White Bone Claws are still powerful."

There were constant sounds of fighting and screaming coming from next door.

Ling Jianghe would look out the window from time to time: "What are they doing?"

"Reading a book!"

"Is there anyone who reads like this?"

"You will understand after reading it in two days."

Jiang Shan couldn't help but laugh when he thought that "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" could actually invite him back.

The moment he turned his head, he happened to glance at the magazine on the dining table.

At this moment, Jiang He had silently turned the pages of the book.

"Oh,"

When a big black ten appeared flat on the page of the book.

Jiang Shan immediately started shouting: "What is going on? What does Li Jinzhi mean?"

"whispering sound,"

Jiang He ignored Lao San, and his seemingly calm eyes were slightly turbulent.

"ah,"

"Um?"

"I go,"

As the pages of the book moved rapidly, ten dollars, ten dollars...still ten dollars.

Jiang He pulled out ten-dollar bills one after another.

Normally, when I see a bottle cap with "One more dime" on it, I would pout in silly joy, but this time I was completely calm.

Jiang Shan asked decisively: "Second brother, what on earth is going on?"

"When you gave him this book, didn't you read it in advance?"

"I was?" Jiang Shan then came back to his senses: "Is there money in this book?"

"What do you think?"

"I thought it was Li Jinzhi... Hey, you should have told me earlier!"

The magazines on the bedside of the second child were all brought by Jiang Shan back from Japan.

A few months ago, when Li Jinzhi walked into the Jiang family door carrying a bag of toy samples.

Not only did he get to know Jiangshan’s younger sister Jiang Chuan, but he also received a bowl of hot noodles from Jiang’s mother.

Before leaving, I knew Jiang Shan liked reading books, so I specially brought him a magazine.

Unexpectedly, when Li Jinzhi opened the magazine after returning home, he unexpectedly discovered that there was money hidden in this book from a capitalist country!

Seeing the magical scene in front of him, he couldn't help but turn the page quickly.

One picture, two pictures... Li Jinzhi's eyes gradually lost focus.

How did Comrade Jiangshan learn that his old father was eager to pay for medical treatment?

Could it be...that I let it slip?

"Li Jinzhi is someone who can handle things," Jiang He directly defined as he looked at a lot of banknotes.

"Well," Jiang Shan nodded: "Second brother, can you stop hiding money everywhere like an old woman in the future?"

"Who knew you would lend it to outsiders?"

"I won't dare to do it anymore," Jiang Shan waved his hand: "It's a good thing I borrowed it from the wrong person, otherwise you would definitely not be able to get the hundred yuan back."

Jiang He returned to silence, although there was still a smile on his lips.

In the small kitchen the next day, Ying Ruhuate looked at the big iron pot in front of her seriously.

Heat the tofu in hot oil and fry until golden brown on both sides.

Then add garlic cloves, chili peppers, and meat slices to the pan and stir-fry.

After a while, the smell of meat wafting from the small kitchen made the two Jiang brothers put down the paint in their hands.

"Ruhua is getting better and better now," Jiang Shan couldn't wait to twist a piece of meat: "It's delicious. I haven't eaten such delicious meat slices for a long time."

Jiangchuan said: "I made an agreement with Ruhua, from now on she will cook and I will wash the dishes."

"Well, that's a good idea."

Ying Ruhua also smiled: "I am willing to do anything except washing dishes."

"What a coincidence, I don't like washing dishes either." Jiang Shan, who had never liked washing dishes his whole life, said, "I don't like cooking either."

"The same goes for Xiao Xiao," Jiang He followed, "Fortunately, Comrade Knife Holder is here."

Jiang Chuan opened his mouth silently, and the next second he was happy: "It doesn't matter, I won't be in this house next year anyway."

"Where are you going?"

"Go to college!"
To be continued...