Chu Heng entered the department store, stood at the door and wandered around for a while, and soon found the original owner's comrade at a counter selling shoes.
The man's name is Guo Kai, he is also in his twenties, not very tall, has a dark face, and a thick layer of stubble under his chin, making him look a bit older.
Because of the fusion of the original owner's memories, Chu Heng was extraordinarily kind to him. He didn't feel angry at all. He strode forward and punched him hard on the shoulder. He laughed and cursed: "Damn it, I haven't been able to do this for so long."
I thought you were dead."
The guy selling shoes next to him thought a fight was about to start, so he quickly took a few steps back, preparing to watch the show.
"Hengzi!"
Guo Kai, who was writing the ticket, raised his head in surprise, punched him across the counter, and cursed with a smile on his face: "Why should I see you? Don't forget that you were the soldier I brought out at that time, so you should
Come and see me."
"You have the nerve to say that taking me to drink secretly every day is called taking care of me?" Chu Heng gave him a bear hug across the counter and asked: "How is it? How are you at home?"
"Everything is fine."
Guo Kai stretched out his hand and scratched his arm: "I have to drink whatever I say today. You wait here, I will ask for leave right now."
"Brother, I'm shopping for shoes. Can you two talk about it later?" The guy next to him didn't want to, and the chat wasn't over yet.
Guo Kai's eyes widened when he heard the sound, and with his beard, he looked like a big Li Kui: "Grandma, get out of here, I won't sell your goods today!"
The current salesperson is so arrogant. If we leave it to future generations, we should be fired as early as possible.
"What's your attitude!" The young man was also very angry. He stepped forward with a livid face and wanted to practice with this little dwarf.
"Comrade, it's not that bad." Seeing this, Chu Heng quickly grabbed him and glared at Guo Kai: "Okay, okay, I finally came here, why do you want to come to the Quanwu Xing? Hurry up and give someone a ticket, and that's it.
Please help me get something."
Guo Kai, who had already rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the young man with disdain and said disdainfully: "I'll give my brother some face today, otherwise, with your small body, ten of them would beat the shit out of you."
The young man also saw the knotted muscles under his clothes. He didn't say anything and walked down the stairs.
Guo Kai quickly wrote out the ticket, clamped the money and the ticket on the wire above his head, pushed it out hard, and slid it towards the cashier.
After a while, the cashier threw the bill back to him, and the young man left in a hurry with his brand new rubber shoes.
After sending away the troublemaker, Guo Kai pulled Chu Heng over and asked him: "What do you want to buy? Hurry up and I'll get it for you. Let's go have a drink when it's done."
"That's it."
Chu Heng took out a few tickets he bought this morning, picked out the radio ticket and handed it to him, saying: "What are you drinking at this time? Wait for the evening, call the old company commander and the others, and have a meal with me." p>
"That's fine. I haven't seen them for a long time. It's just a good time to get together." Guo Kai nodded and accidentally glanced at the Moutai ticket in his hand. His eyes suddenly widened: "Fuck, where did you get it?"
Tickets."
"My second uncle gave it to me. Go get it quickly. I'm in a hurry to get to work." Chu Heng urged.
"Just wait, I'll be back in a while." Guo Kai looked at the Moutai tickets in his hand and left the counter quickly.
It was convenient to have someone to do the work. In less than five minutes, he came back with his things.
"The radio is Shanghai 132. I found someone to give it to you at a special price. It cost one hundred and eleven yuan and left ten yuan." Guo Kai gave him the money. Thinking of those Maotai tickets, he couldn't hold it back in the end, his face full of tears.
He said expectantly: "Shall we drink Maotai tonight? I haven't drunk this wine yet!"
"Ya Ke is really good at picking." Chu Heng looked at him sideways, took the money, put it in his pocket, picked up the radio, and said to him: "After work, you go and inform the others. I will go back to cook first. You don't need to bring anything."
Ah, I don’t lack anything.”
"Guaranteed to complete the task!"
Guo Kai gave a funny salute and said with a smile: "I can't run errands in vain, I have to drink a few more drinks."
"Then I can't make the decision. With these few bottles of Maotai, if you drink too much, someone will have to drink less." Chu Heng smiled and left with his things in his arms.
Guo Kai is an alcoholic and will die if he sees good wine.
Coming out of the department store, Chu Heng tied the radio to the back seat and rode back slowly amid the envious eyes of others.
There's no way to hide the radio. It's a big thing, and sooner or later someone will find out about it. Why not just take it back openly, which will satisfy his nouveau riche vanity.
These days, there aren’t many things to show off, so opportunities are rare.
When passing by a non-staple food store, he stopped and went in, buying Maotai liquor and some food.
When Chu Heng walked into the shop with a radio under his arm.
In an instant, he became the most handsome boy in the store.
The effect is similar to carrying a tape recorder on the streets in the 1980s.
All eyes are on you.
"Xiao Chu, did you buy a radio?" Sun Mei walked forward in surprise, bent over and looked at the big thing around his waist, wanting to touch it but not daring to touch it.
This thing is very valuable, and only one family in her courtyard has it. They look at it like a treasure every day, but they don’t want to use it.
"Isn't this more than a hundred?" A young man who came to buy food came up to him, his eyes full of envy.
Other people in the room also gathered around and looked at the bulky radio curiously.
Even Ni Yinghong, who has always been kind to Chu Heng, also paid attention.
"One hundred and one, a comrade of mine was in a department store and got a special deal." Chu Heng looked at their performance very satisfied and was not in a hurry to leave. He just stood there and enjoyed the fun that money brought him.
"You are so willing to spend more than a hundred dollars to buy such a thing." Han Lian was speechless. What a good guy, it can feed her family for several months.
"Brother, turn it on and listen to the sound. Let us see it. Is this a new model?" The young man rubbed his hands and looked at the radio with a burning look in his eyes.
Men, most of them like electronics and machinery.
"Can I just listen to this? What should I do if it breaks?" Sun Mei on the side stared at the words and tried her best to protect Chu Heng's interests. They can't let them touch such a precious thing.
Chu Heng smiled and waved his hand, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay. I bought this thing just for listening. I haven't tried it yet. Let's see if it works."
As he said that, he walked to the cashier, put down the radio, took off the outer packaging, turned on the switch and adjusted the channel, and soon there was movement.
"Hateful that the war in Liao State meant that the troops were raising troops and violating the territory, the Yang family general asked Chang Ying and Kangkai to go on an expedition. All the sons and men bravely charged into the battle, and ordered him to carry the golden sword and bravely win the three armies..."
"Ring, ring, ring!"
A group of people gathered around excitedly, listening attentively. Ni Yinghong also subconsciously leaned towards Chu Heng, with an intoxicating smile on her beautiful face.
"This is Peking Opera." After listening attentively for a while, the young man scratched his head and thought hard: "What is it called? Oops, it's just on the tip of my tongue, I can't remember it."
"Female General of the Yang Clan!"
Hearing the noise, Director Lian came over shaking his head, with a look of pride between his eyebrows as if he was standing on the third floor looking down at the first floor: "Mr. Li Shaochun sang it."
