The distance from the video hall was not very far, but along the way, Song Wenjing always felt a lot depressed. It seemed that he was disgusted by Zhang Dong, a wretched guy.
"Brother Wen Jing, you're here. We both thought you wouldn't come today. The house is full of people. Business is good today."
As soon as he arrived at the video hall, Yang Yong, who was sitting at the door eating melon seeds, got up and came over to tell Song Wenjing the good news.
"The money for melon seeds will be deducted from your salary." Song Wenjing said angrily.
"Um..." Yang Yong held a handful of melon seeds in his hand and didn't know whether to eat them or not. "Brother Wen Jing, what happened today? Did someone offend you?"
Song Wenjing, who was always generous, actually wanted to deduct melon seeds, which caught Yang Yong off guard.
"I was joking with you just now. You can eat whatever you want. If it's not enough, I'll buy more." Song Wenjing patted his head, looking apologetic.
I was still so angry with Zhang Dong that he vented his anger in front of Yang Yong.
"Brother Wen Jing, are you really okay? Why do I feel something is wrong?" Yang Yong asked in surprise.
Song Wenjing was furious and didn't want to get into trouble with Yang Yong, "It's okay, I just met a dog on the road and almost got bitten. But if you are bitten by a dog, you can't bite it back, you can only consider yourself unlucky.
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"Where's the dog? Tell me, I'll kill it, and we'll have dog meat hot pot tonight." Yang Yong said, patting his chest, looking awe-inspiring and righteous.
"Haha..." Song Wenjing was immediately amused by Yang Yong, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. How many people are watching movies inside now?"
Song Wenjing quickly changed the topic to avoid being misled by Yang Yong.
Seeing Song Wenjing asking about business, Yang Yong stopped playing tricks and said, "The place has been full for a long time. Since we added long benches, we can seat up to about 70 people. About 80 people came today. There is no other way but to continue.
Add small benches in the aisle. Just cigarettes will sell more than one in a short time."
Hearing that business was so booming, Song Wenjing became happy, and the unhappiness he felt when meeting Zhang Dong disappeared with the wind.
Today is the weekend, so it is normal for business to be better. In this era, entertainment activities are very scarce. Spending two yuan to sit in a video studio for an afternoon is the favorite thing of many young people.
"Yang Yong, I have to go to Pengcheng in two days to buy some of the latest movies. If the current movies continue to be released like this, some customers may not come again, so we have to prepare more." Song Wenjing
Explain to Yang Yong.
"No problem, Brother Wen Jing, you can go and I'll take care of the house. However, if you go and get movies, it's best to get more police and gangster movies. I think everyone likes to watch these kinds of movies. Those martial arts movies are fine too, but less of them.
I don’t like those kinds of literary and artistic films that talk about love and skip stories.” Yang Yong suggested.
Song Wenjing stared directly into Yang Yong's eyes, until Yang Yong became embarrassed, and then said: "I think you like watching police and gangster movies and martial arts movies, and you blame it on the customers. I watch those romance movies,
Many people like it very much. Some people even asked me to take two more slices every day."
Song Wenjing discovered that although Yang Yong was already eighteen years old and considered an adult, he had almost no interest in men and women. He didn't know whether it was due to his physical condition or his late development. He never thought about those aspects mentally.
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Regarding this issue, he couldn't say much. After all, it involved his personal privacy issues, and Song Wenjing really didn't know how to speak.
To put it bluntly, Song Wenjing was also a rookie in this aspect. Although he had been in love with Yang Lili for a period of time, the two of them could only hold hands at most, and they never went beyond each other.
"Oh, by the way, Brother Wen Jing." Yang Yong seemed to suddenly remember something, "I plan to hang a sandbag in the hall. I will practice it in the morning when no one is around. I will take it down when there is no one around.
Put it in the corner. You must persist in this boxing and kicking skill for a long time, otherwise you will become unfamiliar."
Song Wenjing certainly had no objection to this, as long as it did not affect business in the afternoon and evening.
"Brother Wen Jing, I see that your hands are very strong, but your overall coordination is not good. I can tell that from the guy who chased down the feces last time. How about you take some time and I will teach you Sanda and boxing?
This way you can also have the ability to protect yourself." Yang Yong suggested sincerely.
Of course Song Wenjing was happy with Yang Yong's suggestion.
In the past, he was busy collecting rags every day and pulling such a heavy cart through the streets. It would be strange if his hands were not very strong. But when it comes to real fighting, Song Wenjing really has no experience. As for him,
If he were to play against Yang Yong, probably three or four would not be enough for Yang Yong to beat.
A week later, Song Wenjing boarded the train to Yangcheng again, and then transferred to Pengcheng in Yangcheng.
Still following the old rules, I asked Yiping Ping to help me get a border permit. That way, I could enter Pengcheng directly, instead of having to climb over the barbed wire like a stowaway like many people do, and then get help from the locals.
Go in.
Nowadays, many people in Pengcheng have turned helping outsiders to enter Pengcheng as a business and make a lot of money.
This time when he went out, Song Wenjing took out all the cash, totaling more than 4,000 yuan. In addition to buying a large number of video tapes, he also planned to bring some other things back to sell in the store.
Just like the electronic watch he brought back earlier, which cost 4.5 yuan, he resold it for 8 yuan. For a hundred electronic watches, the direct profit was 350 yuan.
But this time, Song Wenjing planned to buy two to three hundred Tetris game consoles to sell in the store. He could also go directly to the school gate to sell them. This thing is the memory of the original generation, and I believe the sales will be good.
And he had already inquired about the price last time, and the cost was only ten yuan. If the quantity was large, it should be reduced to 8 yuan. By then, he would sell it in the store for 15 yuan each. The profit would almost double.
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Last time, due to financial reasons, he didn't stock up, but this time he brought enough cash.
The five dusty days finally passed. Three of the five days were spent on the train. Fortunately, I didn't encounter a liar this time. The thief did find one. But they didn't attack him, so he just
Too lazy to mind my own business.
"Brother Song, you are back."
When Song Wenjing entered the door, he saw Yang Zhigang's eager face.
"What's going on? Where is Yang Yong?" Song Wenjing asked inexplicably.
Yang Zhigang said with a sad face: "Yang Yong went to the police station. I don't know what happened. In the past few days, someone called the police station every day, saying that we were releasing pornographic videos. The people who came to the police station the previous two times didn't say anything.
I gave him a warning and left. Today someone called the police again, and then Yang Yong went to the police station to explain the situation."
As soon as he heard what Yang Zhigang said, Song Wenjing knew that someone was deliberately looking for trouble, otherwise he wouldn't be so persistent in calling the police station every day.
The Huang Mao from before? Or the same Cao Dahua?
It seems that there is no need for this. They should know Yang Yong's relationship. If they call the police station, will they wait until today?
In today’s video hall, who hasn’t put some of this kind of video hall? Everyone is tacitly aware of it. As long as no one reports it, the police station will not be too full to take care of these trivial matters.
But now there are people who are so persistent in causing trouble, which makes it more difficult for the police station to handle.
"Is there any other news?" Song Wenjing pulled Yang Zhigang and asked carefully.
Song Wenjing was not worried at all about Yang Yong going to the police station. Nothing would happen there, so he still had some confidence.
The key question is, which bastard did this kind of thing? He needs to find the person. Otherwise, if he does it every day, he won't be annoyed, and the police station will have to deal with it.
Yang Zhigang thought for a moment and could only shake his head, "Yang Yong is responsible for the specific things, I don't know. I only heard that every call was made from a public phone, and there was no way to find out who it was.
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Forget it, it's hard for Yang Zhigang to ask him about this kind of thing. Let's wait until Yang Yong comes back and the two of them can discuss how to deal with it.
Song Wenjing shook his head, "Zhigang, don't worry, I'm in charge of everything, and this little thing can't bring me down. And with Yang Yong here, there won't be too many difficulties at the police station."