When he saw Song Qingyuan, Li Jie was obviously stunned for a moment.
How could Song Qingyuan appear in Jinling at this time?
"Why are you here?"
Hearing Li Jie's question, Song Qingyuan chuckled and said with a happy face.
"I'm here for a wedding banquet. The eldest sister from the south is getting married the day after tomorrow. I just happened to come over to pick out some gifts for her."
The southern eldest sister is getting married?
After hearing the news, Li Jie realized something. No wonder he didn't see Xiang's brother and sister coming to visit him after the New Year. The relationship is closely related to happy events in the family.
Although Li Jie has a relatively good relationship with the Xiang family, he doesn't have much interaction with the Xiang family, so he doesn't know about the Southern elder sister's marriage at all.
In addition, weddings nowadays are not as grand as in later generations. Generally, newlyweds usually invite relatives and familiar friends to have a simple meal.
The reason why everything is kept simple is ultimately because conditions do not allow it.
Everyone has no money in their pockets, so how can we set up dozens of tables of flowing banquets?
Looking at Song Qingyuan's empty hands, Li Jie already understood why he was so happy in his words. This guy must have wanted him to make suggestions.
As expected, Song Qingyuan expressed his true feelings in the next sentence.
"Yicheng, are you free now? If so, I would like to ask you to give me something that would be better to give to my staff?"
"What's your budget?"
Song Qingyuan chuckled and raised a finger: "Anything within a hundred is fine, you can take your pick."
"One hundred? You are a rich man."
Hearing this number, a hint of surprise flashed in Li Jie's eyes, thinking that the New Year had just ended, and he guessed it was the New Year's money given by his elders.
These days, if a child can get a hundred yuan of lucky money, he or she is probably not from an ordinary family, and most likely he is not a politician.
Birds of a feather flock together, and people divide into groups. The Song family and the Xiang family are family friends, and the family traditions of the two families should be similar. If the Song family is a high-ranking family, the elders of the Song family will not let their children receive so much New Year's money.
Song Qingyuan waved his hands repeatedly and said: "I am not a rich man, my uncle is. Last year, he started a small business after returning to the city and made some money. This year he gave me a big red envelope during the Chinese New Year."
Li Jie smiled and nodded. From Song Qingyuan's tone, his uncle probably didn't make a little money.
However, this is normal. Everything is lacking in the market today, as long as you are brave enough, as bold as you are, and as productive as the land.
Although the names of "self-employed" and "unemployed youth" sound unpleasant, they are almost equated with the "five black categories".
But making money is real, and the first batch of households worth 10,000 yuan in China appeared among this group.
When the document "Some Provisions on the Registration and Management of Individual Industrial and Commercial Households in Urban Areas" is released at the beginning of next year, the number of self-employed people will mushroom like bamboo shoots after a rain.
However, Li Jie does not intend to continue on the same path he has traveled in the past.
After going through so much, he has taken money very lightly. Making money is not his main purpose.
The fireworks in the copy are what he really needs.
Just enough money.
Closer to home, since you are giving a gift, you naturally need to know the preferences of the recipient.
"Qingyuan, do you know what Southern Sister likes?"
"My eldest sister has similar preferences to Uncle Xiang. I prefer calligraphy and painting."
Song Qingyuan scratched his head. When it came to things like calligraphy and painting, he knew nine things out of ten, or simply knew nothing about them!
"Then you've come to the wrong place."
Li Jie smiled and shook his head when he heard this. Xinjiekou Department Store sells daily necessities and industrial products. There are no calligraphy and paintings for sale.
"Let's just wait until I buy the things, and then I'll take you to see the calligraphy and paintings."
There are three floors in Xinjiekou, and the counters selling electrical appliances are all arranged on the second floor. Since there was something else to do later, Li Jie continued shopping without taking the three little ones, and went straight to the counter in the northeast corner of the second floor.
Place an order, pay, and it’s all done in one go.
When they walked out of the department store, Li Jie already had an extra box in his hand. The 14-inch TV was not big and not particularly heavy.
For Li Jie, who exercises regularly, it doesn't take much effort to carry the box with one hand and Qiqi with the other.
On the way home, Song Qingyuan was in a state of confusion.
A TV set worth several hundred yuan was bought as soon as someone said it was "10%" without even blinking an eye. The other party also said that he was a rich man. In his opinion, "10%" was the real rich man.
'Is it really that profitable to repair home appliances?'
Song Qingyuan glanced at Li Jie secretly and couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart.
'Is uncle right?'
The Song family is a typical semi-official and semi-business family. Of course, this was before liberation. After liberation, the Song family handed over all those factories and trading companies.
For a long time, the children of the Song family did not touch industry and commerce.
Until last year, his uncle did not obey his family's arrangement and join a state-owned factory, but chose an unrecognized profession - self-employment.
At that time, my uncles and uncles at home strongly opposed my uncle's career because no one knew whether the situation would change in the future.
Even if they receive some gossip from above, maybe the trap will be opened next year.
But these gossips still failed to dispel the doubts of the elders.
In the face of opposition from the whole family, my uncle resolutely chose to be an individual, and he was very determined.
Because my uncle was doing personal things, the Song family had a rough time this year. My uncle didn't even have the New Year's Eve dinner at home.
This time when the southern eldest sister got married, her uncle didn't come with her. He just asked him to help deliver a wedding gift in the name of a red envelope.
'Perhaps I should listen to Yi Cheng's advice?'
Song Qingyuan once heard Beifang mention that although 'Yi Cheng' is young, he has his own opinions on many things, and in most cases, his opinions are right.
Not long after, a group of people passed by an alley full of stalls and hawkers. Song Qingyuan quickly took this opportunity to ask.
"Yicheng, what do you think of the self-employed?"
Li Jie did not answer his question directly, but instead asked.
"Do you know how many unemployed people there are in the city now?"
Song Qingyuan thought for a while, and he remembered that Uncle Xiang seemed to have mentioned this matter some time ago, so he replied.
"It seems like there are tens of thousands of people."
"Can the factory accommodate so many people?"
After pondering for a moment, Song Qingyuan shook his head. How could the factory have so many indicators? Now the streets across the country are filled with young people wandering back to the city.
“Is there exploitation in the individual economy?”
"If everything is run by one's own labor, of course there is no exploitation."
At this time, the direction of the discussion about individual economy had changed, and Song Qingyuan, who often read newspapers, naturally understood this.
Li Jie smiled slightly and said slowly: "Since there is no exploitation and employment can be expanded in disguise, isn't it obvious what the outcome of self-employment will be?"