Since 1983

In January of this year, something big happened.

It has nothing to do with the current Chinese, it has something to do with the sand sculpture netizens of later generations: Emperor Showa of Japan collapsed, the crown prince Prince Akihito ascended the throne, and the Yuan Heisei was changed.

The so-called Showa men, Heisei abandoned houses, Reiwa social animals, the wheels of history are slowly rolling.

In the morning, the sun is warm.

Xu Wanwan pushed the car and walked on the golden road of reform and opening up, looking at everyone who was cute.

With money in your pocket, no panic in your heart, and a bright future.

"Little Xu!"

"Morning, little Xu!"

"Yo, Xiao Xu is here."

"Have you had breakfast?"

He stepped into the compound of the Asian Organizing Committee and greeted people all the way. They were all members of the performance team, and they were here for the meeting today. At the beginning of the new year, it is natural to hold a meeting to summarize and arrange.

In a huge auditorium, Xu Fei huddled in a corner, listening to each other.

In December, the central government brought in a new leader, surnamed Wu, who served as the director of the National Sports Commission and the executive chairman of the Asian Games.

It mainly talked about two things, one is the Gulf issue.

In fact, Wanwan is already preparing to participate in the Asian Games, which is the same as the Olympic model, instead of using the so-called "national flag", it will use the flag instead.

However, the international community only defines it in English, ChineseTaipei. The mainland is translated into Chinese Taipei, and they are translated into Chinese Taipei.

The Asian Organizing Committee sent people to negotiate, and it was finally agreed that Wanwan can use the title of Chinese Taipei within the scope of the competition, and we will continue to use China.

The second thing is to sing.

The organizing committee has already found many composers, but none of them can shirk and write. The newly appointed leader happened to have a classmate who was engaged in music, so he contacted him and wrote the song "Holding High the Torch of the Asian Games".

Never heard of it?

I haven't heard of it either.

"Asian Heroes", which everyone thought was a song, is actually a promotional song. Because it is a popular song, the leaders feel that it is not solemn.

At noon, the meeting ended.

After Xu Fei had a meal, he turned around and found an office.

"Boom!"

"Come in!"

Pushing the door open, there was a person sitting inside, who was the old Wang who received him last time.

"Xiao Xu, come, come, sit down."

Lao Wang was very enthusiastic, poured water to make tea, and said with a smile: "I heard that you performed very well! The leader likes the tapes I brought back, especially the interviews with local people and people. If it is more detailed, it can be used for the Asian Games. material."

"When we went, that was the plan, but the conditions were insufficient and the shooting level was limited."

"I understand, but this idea is very good, and it is very important supplementary information."

Lao Wang handed over a cigarette, "What have you been up to lately?"

"Write the script."

"Oh? New play?"

"Yes, it will be filmed this year."

"Then I'll wait and see. By the way, the second part of Hutong is going to be broadcast, right?"

"Just this month."

After chatting for a while, Lao Wang got to the point and said, "The leader approved the sponsorship, and said that local brands should be encouraged."

brush!

Xu Fei's eyes lit up immediately, he was emotional, and he said without any falsehood, "Oh, oh, my, this is great! Thank you, thank you leader."

"No, no, no, we have to thank you. The organizing committee is poor, and even the outfit has to be considered again and again. We can only rely on your support."

Old Wang took out a contract, "This is a draft agreement, if you have no objections, you can sign it today."

"..."

Xu Fei scanned through and found that each person had two sets of opening ceremony costumes, and asked to provide them in time, and also had to pay some sponsorship fees.

not much.

You must know that in order to sponsor popular sports such as the Olympics and men's basketball, brands such as Nike and Adidas not only pay sponsorship fees, but also provide additional training fees for athletes, which is simply incomparable.

He signed quickly, thought for a while and said: "May I ask, is the award uniform available now?"

Old Wang was taken aback, "You still want to sponsor award-winning clothes? Are you into fashion? Are you good at sportswear?"

"As long as the country needs it, we must be good at it if we are not good at it!"

"this……"

"If not, I'll bring the samples later, and you can have a look."

have to!

When people saw it, it was hard to refuse this scorching patriotism, so they nodded in agreement.

…………

Dad got back 830,000, plus the capital, plus the profit of the clothing store, the Xu family's assets are well over one million.

With money, Xu Fei wanted to make a fuss, and he wanted to do everything. To be honest, he is good at playing media and entertainment, but he has no bottom in financial affairs, so he can make a little money on the sidelines.

Clothing is also available, as clothing is closely related to the entertainment industry and has a lot of benefits.

He came out of the Asian Organizing Committee compound, went to the Forbidden City, and then walked east, across a moat-this place is called Beichizi.

The area was full of alleys. Xu Fei stopped at the door of a house and knocked on the door.

"Squeak!"

Li Chengru's face was revealed, "Hey, why is Teacher Xu free?"

"Wander around, and bring some good news by the way... Your yard is not bad!"

When Xu Fei entered, he saw that it was also a courtyard house, slightly bigger than his own, a bit dilapidated, full of life, and an old house with a large number of people.

"Twenty years ago it was fine, but now it's called a broken house."

Li Chengru led in and said with a smile: "Our family used to live in Fengtai, No. 1 Zhengyang Toutiao, with about a dozen rooms. Later, the family had no money, so my mother sold the house and replaced it with a smaller one. "

"It can't just depend on the size, it depends on the location. Can Fengtai compare with the imperial city?"

"It's all the same, and I didn't feel anything at the root of the imperial city. When I was a child, I stood on the roof and flew a kite, and I could hang it on the turret of the Forbidden City."

grass!

You can die if you don't pretend? ? ?

The two of them entered the house, the furnishings were ordinary, not showing wealth, there were a few antiques in the cabinet. The hostess is not here, maybe she is at work, there is a wedding photo by the bedside, she looks very virtuous.

His second wife is relatively well-known, Mei Pai Da Qingyi and Shi Yihong of the Metropolitan Peking Opera Theater.

Li Chengru is going to make a fuss this time, importing fabrics from the south, and bringing them back to the capital to make them-he is from the Jingshan Garment Factory. So not rich yet, but accumulating.

"You said good news, I guess it must be a matter of sponsorship, do you have a clue?"

"I just signed the contract and got the clothes for the opening ceremony. I want 10,000 pairs of the shoes first, and I will make them in batches. Among them, 1,500 pairs are for the athletes. The size is not available yet, and the quality must be the highest."

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong!"

Li Chengru happily patted his thigh, and at the same time admired it in his heart, how much would it cost for 10,000 sets?

"We have to stay today, let's have a good drink."

"Okay, I was just looking at your collection."

"No problem, here and here."

The two of them entered the wing room, which was similar to Xu Fei's study room, and it was dedicated to storing antiques.

Xu Fei first saw a huanghuali table with a dozen small pots on it, and wondered, "Why do you make so many pots for crickets? Do you raise crickets?"

"I don't raise it, my dad likes this."

Li Chengru picked up one and fiddled with it, and said: "Our family used to have more than a hundred cans, but then they were all smashed. I remember that the most expensive one was two oceans, something from the palace. My mother just quarreled with my father." , then a piece of ocean can buy a bag of noodles!"

"Hey, do you collect antiques or cultivate your family?"

"Well, anyway, my dad has a great influence on me."

Xu Fei listened to the lecture and watched it at the same time.

There are many good things, more calligraphy and paintings, and they are modern, such as Fu Baoshi, Huang Binhong, Li Keran, Huang Zhou.

He stopped in front of a painting and looked at it carefully... Hey, Huang Zhou! Later generations are not very valuable, and a painting of Zhang Liu sold for more than 100 million yuan.

"In the first few years, I was good at collecting porcelain, jade and miscellaneous wares, but now there are fewer and fewer in the market. You are not bad, a modern painter, and the value may increase in the future. I will collect a few when I have time."

"I just like it myself. It doesn't matter if it goes up or not. I don't want to sell it if it goes up."

The two of them have a common language on this point, unlike Ma Weidu, who made his fortune by flipping antiques.

Li Chengru looked at a work by Qi Baishi and said, "When I received this painting, I only spent 5,000 yuan, and now I can't take it away if I don't have 20,000. You said that it is getting less and less now, it is true, inside and outside the city The treasures are almost gone, and they will be guaranteed to become extinct in a few years."

"Absolutely, there are still fake ones. Let's catch up with the good times, and the water will be deeper in the future."

The chat was very enjoyable, and in the evening, the family's daughter-in-law came back.

Without saying a word, Kaka set up a table of hard dishes and started drinking again. The drink was more enjoyable, and finally Li Chengru let himself go and invited the guests to go to the roof to see the Forbidden City.

So he took the ladder and climbed up. When the north wind blew, he froze into two sand sculptures.

Looking at the Forbidden City from this angle, the feeling is absolutely different. The turret in the northeast corner stands alone in the cold night, ancient and desolate, full of artistic conception.

Xu Fei had to admit it, and sighed, "Your place is great!"

"Hehe, I really don't think it's good, it's not spacious. Isn't the land open now? I'm going to save some money, buy a piece of land in the suburbs, and build a big courtyard by myself. And get some cherry trees. I love cherries, so I will I don’t know if I can grow it. If I can’t grow it, I will occupy a barren hill, plums, persimmons, pears, anyway, I love fruits.”

"..."

Teacher Xu squinted at him, he sighed, and couldn't help grinning.

I finally met someone who can pretend more than me!

...

Today seems extraordinarily fulfilling.

Full of energy, Xu Fei bid farewell to Li Chengru and ran to the two courtyards in Daju Hutong—it was already nine o'clock.

After the alley was completed, the yard remained empty. The layout of the studio is still preserved inside, which is desolate and desolate. There are dead branches and vines in the corner, and a tree stump has fallen down.

The two courtyards are connected, and the moon gate is connected, adding up to sixteen rooms. It is old and needs to be fully renovated. In the spring, we will find an engineering team to come over.

He sat on the tree stump and calculated that it would be used as a dormitory, a warehouse, or something to make a living, but he could not live there.

There is no toilet, so get the public toilet outside.

It is impossible for you to dig your own septic tank in the urban area of ​​Beijing. You have to renovate the pipe network uniformly before you can install toilets. Not to mention that now, some courtyard homestays in later generations still have the problem of no toilets.

"..."

He suddenly thought of the Asian Games Village, and planned to sell it to the outside world after the closing ceremony.

It is said that the writer of "Fairy Tale King" bought ten houses at once, just to pretend to be letters from readers-although it is not the Asian Games Village.

No matter what you do, you can't be bad.