Liu Lang pulled the corner of his father's clothes to remind him.
"Well, okay! Okay!"
Liu Donglai nodded, still looking at those people.
"What a bunch of ignorant people!"
Liu Lang sighed repeatedly.
Of course, he looked at this era from the perspective of a reborn person. None of these so-called qigongs could "survive" after seven or eight years.
Facts have proved that the so-called "retrieving objects from the air", "smells from the body", etc., are all classified as magic. It is understandable if one person is deceived or dozens or even hundreds of people are deceived.
, but millions or even tens of millions of people across the country have been deceived, and even some scientists have become fans of these "magic", which is terrible.
The reason is that the people of this era are too "ignorant". They had too little knowledge of science in the past ten years. In addition, after the reform and opening up, the impact of foreign technology has given the Chinese people a sense of inferiority.
, out of this inferiority complex, people have a negative attitude toward traditional culture
Some "mysterious" cultures have become interested, believing that although they are inferior to foreign countries in terms of technology, they are far superior to those foreign devils in more "advanced" body exploration. Coupled with the performances of some "actor" level magicians, people immediately disarmed.
Surrendered and started practicing one after another.
Alas, these people don't even think about it. If these "masters" really have those skills, why didn't they come out when the country was in crisis? It's all because of the money in your pockets that they come out now.
"We've arrived at Saijo Alley. If you arrive at Saijo Alley, get off quickly!"
The conductor's voice made Liu Lang sigh in relief.
"Dad, we're at the station, let's get off the bus!"
Although Liu Donglai and Wang Kangri were a little reluctant to leave, they got out of the car obediently when they arrived at the station.
"Qigong is so magical! I will practice it when I have time!"
Liu Donglai was still unfinished and had the idea of learning.
"Practice your ass!"
Liu Lang scolded him directly.
"Dad, that qigong is all a lie!"
"Liar? Everyone in their capital practices it, how can it be a lie?"
"Isn't it true that people in the capital practice it? If there were people like this back then, how could the Japanese beat the crap out of us? The so-called qigong is all magic, and you can do it just as well if you practice it. I can teach you when I have time.
"
"What? Magic? You can do it too?"
Liu Donglai was very curious.
"Yes, yes, of course I can. Anyway, don't believe those idiots. If you really go to practice, I will be angry."
Liu Lang was really anxious.
"Okay, okay, son, don't worry, I won't learn from them, dad will learn from you!"
In Liu Donglai's eyes, his son himself is a "magical" child. Now he even has the idea that his son is the so-called "master"?
The National Education Commission is located in Saijo Hutong. It is called an alley, but it is completely different from the alley where Liu Lang's family lives. The alley of Liu Lang's family is a courtyard, with more than a dozen families living in it. In the capital, behind every alley there is
After digging out many historical stories, the history of each alley is countless years older than the "age" of Fucheng.
Saijo Hutong is very wide. An asphalt road is more than ten meters wide. There are low houses on both sides of the road. Although they are dilapidated, you can tell they are very old at a glance. Some houses are still wooden structures with doors on one side of the door.
Of course, it seems that it was also the residence of some eunuch families.
Several of these buildings attracted the attention of Liu Donglai and several people.
"Small shop? Haha, there is actually a small shop here!"
A small store is a store. During the planned economy era, stores were all state-owned enterprises. However, it has been five years since the reform and opening up. In big cities like the capital, private restaurants and private stores have appeared, and the number is growing at a very fast rate.
People in the capital have become accustomed to this kind of private ownership.
"It's a small store! I haven't seen it for more than ten years. Come on, let's go in and have a look!"
There weren't many things in this small shop, just the simplest tobacco, wine, sugar and tea, but even this made Wang Kangri very happy.
"Comrade, how much do these Zhonghua cigarettes cost?"
Wang Kangri is a smoker, with an average of one pack of cigarettes a day. In Fucheng, he smokes large-scale cigarettes, which cost 22 cents a pack. He has long heard of the famous Zhonghua brand cigarettes, but they are not sold in Fucheng. Originally, they were not sold in Fucheng.
He also planned to go to the capital to buy a few boxes when he had time, but now that he had it, he happened to see it in this small store.
"Chinese brand! Nine cents!"
The other party answered.
"Ninety-nine cents? So expensive!"
The price of 90 cents is indeed not cheap for Wang Kangri. Even though he is a division-level cadre, his monthly salary is only more than 30 yuan. Ninety-nine cents is equivalent to his daily income.
"Well, let's have a box!"
Wang Kangri thought for a moment and took out a dollar and handed it to the other party. Although Zhonghua cigarettes were expensive, he only bought one box. Besides, the city government gave him 600 yuan for travel expenses this time. As long as he didn't overspend, he would be fine.
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"Give you cigarettes and money!"
The other party was also very happy when he saw him buying Zhonghua cigarettes.
"Come from the east, Wenxiu, don't just look at it, tell me what you want to buy! Brother will pay for it!"
Wang Kangri bought a "luxury jewelry" with "public funds", so naturally he also wanted to buy something for Liu Donglai and his wife.
"Brother Wang, let's not buy it now. We will wait until Liu Lang's affairs are finished!"
The two shook their heads.
"I want that!"
Liu Lang suddenly pointed at something and said.
The three of them followed his finger and saw a red iron can with the words "Coca-Cola" written on it.
"What's this?"
A few people don't know this.
"This is an American soda. It's delicious! It's only sixty cents a can!"
The salesman replied with a smile.
"Sixty cents for a bottle of soda? This is too expensive!"
Liu Donglai's glasses were wide open. There was also soda in Fucheng. A bottle was only a dime, and the portion was much larger than this can. Two empty bottles could be exchanged for a new soda. The prices of the two were simply incomparable!
"This is an American product. It is only available in our capital. I only had five cans this day. I have sold two cans now. If I don't buy it, it will be gone."
"Dad, buy a bottle of Coke!"
Liu Lang pulled his father's clothes and "begged".
"Comrade, let's have a bottle of Coke!"
Although Wang Kangri also felt that this tin can was a bit expensive, he had already bought a box of 99 cents worth of Chinese cigarettes, so he had to buy it for Liu Lang, so he took out 60 cents and handed it to him.
"Okay, a bottle of Coca-Cola, grab it!"
The other party handed it to Wang Kangri.
"Come, the great prince will open it for you...!"
Wang Kangri wanted to open the soda, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the bottle mouth.
"Huh? How to get it?"
Wang Kangri didn't know why.
"Give it to me!"
Liu Lang reached out and took the bottle of drink, holding it in his hand and looking at it with emotion.
Coca-Cola entered China in 1981. At that time, it built its first production line in Shenzhen City. Later, in 1982, it built a second production line in the capital, which could produce 200 tons of Coke a day. At that time, the country stipulated that this
This kind of drink can only be sold in Shenzhen City and the capital, and is never allowed to be purchased in other cities. Many older people sneer at this kind of drink. How can this be something people drink? Chinese medicine soup is also better than it.
But those young people are different. They regard drinking Coca-Cola as a fashion. Some people even hang the finished Coke cans on their bicycles. It attracts the attention of many people when walking on the road, and they even call it Coca-Cola.
brand bicycle.
Liu Lang often drank in his previous life before he was in his thirties, but after he turned thirty, he would gain weight if he drank too much, so he had to give up this "bad habit" and could only drink one bottle a week at most. He was reborn here.
I haven't had a Coke in more than three years, so I couldn't let it go when I saw him today.
Wang Kangri couldn't open the small jar, so Liu Lang took it and "puffed" it hard. The jar was opened and a stream of gas spurted out.
"Liu Lang, how did you open it?"
Wang Kangri didn't see clearly what just happened.
It’s not his fault. Nowadays, only Coca-Cola in China can make cans, and no one in China’s beverage industry can do it.
Liu Lang took a big sip, and the cola went into his stomach. The carbon dioxide gas emitted from the soda gave him a long-lost feeling of expansion.
"Ah! It's so refreshing!"
Liu Lang was a little intoxicated, remembering the feeling in his previous life.