Rebirth of the Wild Age

? Qingshiqiao, Flower and Bird Market.

"Run slower, run slower!" Lin Wanzi chased and shouted in the crowd.

Xiao Doudou shook his two long braids, turned around and waved: "Mom, aunt, uncle, hurry up!"

This is the largest flower and bird market in Rongcheng, with flowers, cats and puppies, and goldfish thrushes. There is also an antique street near the Minshan Hotel next door. These two places are must-see places for foreigners to visit Chengdu in the 1990s.

As for the pitted Kuanzhai alley, it is still basically in its original form, but it is also facing major commercial development. In fact, Kuanzhai Alleys are very common in Lao Rong City. Because other old streets were completely demolished, they were fortunately preserved here, and they were immediately upgraded to the traditional cultural symbols of the entire city.

Xiao Doudou ran past several bird shops, squatted in front of the pet shop, pointed to the puppy in the cage and said, "Mom, I want this poodle."

In the mid-1990s, cats and dogs have gradually become popular, but the breeds are relatively single. Teddy, Golden Retriever, and Erha are still relatively rare in the future. China's local Jingba is the existence that dominates the pet market.

"How much is it?" Lin Wanzi asked.

The shopkeeper glanced at the clothes of several people, smoking a cigarette and said, "5000."

The bamboo stick was knocked too hard, and Lin Wanzi said in a huff: "There is a bank over there, you can just grab it."

The shopkeeper opened the lid of the cage, stroked the dog's head and said, "I see it, the nose is wide and black, the eyes are big and black, the beard grows well, the ears grow well, and the fur is as white as snow. Now purebred It’s very rare, and I can’t buy it if I want to buy it. This is a purebred one, and 5,000 yuan is really not expensive."

Lin Wanzi said: "Cash up another 5,000 yuan and I can buy a house in the suburbs."

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "There are houses in the suburbs everywhere, and purebred poodles are rare."

"It's too expensive." Lin Wanzi shook her head.

"You offer a price," the shopkeeper said.

Lin Wanzi thought for a while: "Does it sell for 50 yuan?"

The shopkeeper immediately closed the cage lid, pointed to the other cage and said, "These are local dogs. You can sell you ten for 50 yuan."

Fried dogs, fried flowers, fried houses, fried garlic, everything can be fried.

As early as more than ten years ago, the city of Jichun started to stir up orchids. A pot of Clivia was sold at a high price of 150,000 yuan, while the salary of the cadres at that time was only 65 yuan a month. Such crazy prices have caused many enterprises to embezzle public funds to invest in Clivia, and the local government had to introduce price-limiting policies to cool down. After two years of speculation, the bubble burst and the entire city's economy was in chaos. The city government quickly designated Clivia as the city flower, calling on the public: "Every family raises Clivia, at least three or five plants should be planted. If you don't plant Clivia, you are ashamed of Jichun!"

This is the government's bottom line, but Clivia has no one to care about.

In the same period of time, five-needle pine is fried in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and a pot of pine can be sold for a high price of 200,000 yuan.

The Jingba stuff was probably made in the late 1980s. A purebred Jingba can range from three to five thousand to as many as three to fifty thousand. At the craziest time, a **** in the house gave birth, and dozens of people outside the house lined up to buy with money. By the mid-1990s, although the bubble was burst, purebreds could sell for one to two thousand.

Lin Wanzi curled her lips, pulled her daughter and said, "Let's go ahead and take a look."

Xiao Doudou was very obedient, and walked with her mother without crying or making trouble, but turned around one step at a time, his eyes filled with reluctance.

Song Weiyang walked to the door of the pet shop and said with a smile: "1000 yuan, I can buy it with peace of mind."

"No, 5000 yuan, not for a penny less." The owner shook his head.

Song Weiyang said, "Brother, the poodle has already been fired. Which fool are you going to sell for 5,000 yuan? This dog is almost two months old. In two or three months, you can't sell it if you want to sell it. "

The shop owner saw that he was knowledgeable, and immediately said: "3000, can't be less, I used 2500 for the purchase."

"2500 purchases, are you stupid or am I stupid?" Song Weiyang laughed.

"1800, take it away if you want to buy it, don't talk nonsense if you don't buy it." The shopkeeper's temper was a bit big.

Lin Wanzi had already led her daughter out more than ten meters away. She turned around and found that Song Weiyang was paying for money. She immediately went back and said, "Xiao Song, don't be fooled. This dog dealer is all ripped off."

The shopkeeper is happily counting money and is too lazy to deal with this kind of "slander."

Song Weiyang picked up the puppy and said, "It's okay, it's a purebred poodle. Come here, Doudou, the puppy is now yours."

"Thank you Uncle." Xiaodoudou was overjoyed.

Lin Wanzi still wanted to refuse, Lin Zhuoyun smiled and said, "Sister, don't talk about it anymore, just treat it as a meeting gift for her brother-in-law."

Lin Wanzi wanted to say something but stopped, thinking about Song Weiyang's identity and background, she finally accepted the "heavy gift".

Xiao Doudou hugged the dog in her arms, teasing, and approaching Song Weiyang. She felt that this uncle was particularly kind.

I bought some dog leashes, dog food and the like, and everyone left the flower and bird market together, unknowingly they had already arrived at Antique Street. Old Man Lin likes painting and calligraphy, simply like it, not for collecting. According to Lin Zhuoyun, just buying a pair of modern works is enough, and a few hundred dollars can make the old man happy.

Song Weiyang didn't understand this either, and he never thought about picking up the omissions in the Antique Street. In the calligraphy and painting shop, he pointed to a calligraphy work and said, "How much is this?"

"Qigong authentic product, 30,000 yuan." The owner said.

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "If you invite Qi Gong to write on the spot, it doesn't cost 30,000 yuan, right? Give me a standard price."

"5000." The shop owner said.

"Yes, I'll just buy the Four Treasures of the Study. Buying fake paintings and calligraphy is too bad." Song Weiyang felt bad.

Carrying a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones to leave, the next step is to go to the department store to buy clothes for Mama Lin. The son-in-law must make up for the present when he comes home for the first time.

At the end of the antique street, Song Weiyang unexpectedly found a roadside book stand where old books and old books were sold together with newly released pirated books. "China Can Say No" and "The Future Belongs to China" accounted for nearly one-third Booth.

"Is this book good for sale?" Song Weiyang bent down and picked up a copy of "The Future Belongs to China."

"It sells well, of course it sells well. I can sell 20 or 30 copies a day," the stall owner laughed. "This book was written by Song Weiyang, our big boss in Xikang Province. Song Weiyang, do you know? The richest man in Xikang is Liu Xianhe The second richest is Mou Qizhong, and the third richest is Song Weiyang. Boy, let me tell you, Song Weiyang’s business know-how is in this book, as long as you read it through, you are guaranteed to make a fortune!"

Xiao Doudou pulled Song Weiyang's sleeve, and said to the stall owner solemnly: "My uncle is Song Weiyang."

"Are you Boss Song?" The stall owner took it seriously and suddenly shouted, "Come and see, Song Weiyang bought my book, Song Weiyang came to my book stall to buy a book!"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "If I really are Song Weiyang, I will definitely call the police and catch you. All I sell are pirated goods."

The passerby beside him was originally watching the excitement, but when he heard this, he immediately burst into laughter.

He took a taxi and left, Xiao Doudou hugged Song Weiyang and asked, "Uncle, did you write those books?"

"Yes." Song Weiyang said.

"You are amazing!" Xiao Doudou admired.

Lin Wanzi took the opportunity to educate her daughter: "So Doudou should also study hard, like her uncle, and strive to become a writer when she grows up."

Xiaodoudou said: "I want to be a scientist!"

"Haha~www.wuxiamtl.com~ ambitious." Song Weiyang laughed and thought: You can only get your diploma at the level of high mathematics and rework twice. It's a **** of a scientist to be a scientist.

Xiaodoudou asked again: "Uncle, will you accompany me to celebrate the New Year? Shall we watch the sketches together?"

Lin Wanzi said, "Uncle has something to do, so I can't accompany you."

"Oh," Xiaodoudou pouted, and then said, "Uncle, would you give the puppy a name, okay?"

Song Weiyang said, "This is your puppy. You should name it yourself."

"Then call Xiaobai, OK?" Xiaodoudou said along the dog's hair.

"A nice name." Song Weiyang couldn't help but laugh.

Still always named incompetent, Xiaohua, Xiaohei, Xiaobai...the pets in the house are all juniors.