Rebirth: My 80s

In March in Yanyuan, the Weiming Lake has not yet completely thawed.

School has already started.

In the orange sunlight of the afternoon, groups of students can be seen everywhere along the lake.

Some are still childish, while others are mature beyond their years.

I could hear the sound of reading aloud, maybe poetry or foreign classics.

It is a beautiful picture.

Li Jiankun was wearing a military coat and a dog-skin hat and strolling along the lakeside. Suddenly he thought of Miss Shen and felt sorry for her.

The year before last, the two of them made an appointment here at Weiming Lake, agreeing that from then on, on the last day of every year, no matter whether they were by each other's side or separated by the ends of the earth, they would come here to meet.

But he broke the promise last year.

Of course, he always remembered and called Miss Shen.

Miss Shen approved the leave out of urgency. At that time, nothing was more important than catching Xu Qingyou.

"Could the Li Jiankun mentioned here be our senior Li Jiankun from the Economics Department?"

"I don't think they have the same name. Don't forget, Senior Li is a specially admitted graduate student in economics from the Class of 1977!"

"Yes, such a horrific thing can only be done by a demon."

Hearing the voice next to his ear, Li Jiankun wanted to quicken his pace to pass by, but after hesitating for a moment, he gave up and took out a pair of black sunglasses from the lining of his coat and put them on.

I also deliberately slowed down my pace.

He wanted to hear what his fellow students at Yanyuan would think of him.

Liu Wei's troubles are getting bigger and bigger.

At nine o'clock, a junior student was holding a newspaper after the last article "There are billionaires in our country?!"

Four more articles were published, with the following titles:

"The richest man in Hong Kong is actually called Li Jiankun!"

"The number one on the Forbes Global Billionaires List for 1987 is Li Jiankun!"

"On Wall Street, there is a legend about an oriental stock god. His Chinese name is: Li Jiankun!"

"If they didn't have the same name and surname, Li Jiankun would be rich enough to rival a country!"

Although information is not well developed these days, this information is public news abroad.

If domestic reporters take a closer look, it is actually not difficult to find out.

Even though Li Jiankun is dressed like a bear now, he looks like he is walking naked on the street.

This was also the reason why he was upset and came to Yanyuan alone to relax.

At the same time, he also needs to think carefully about how to deal with it next.

There has been no news from above so far.

There is no good or bad news.

Is he going to ignore it and let the storm pass, or is he hinting that he should solve it himself?

"If this is really our department's senior Li Jiankun, he is worthy of being a role model for our generation."

"What a role model! What, Yang Hui, is the purpose of studying economics just to make a lot of money?"

"Yeah, what's the point of making so much money? You can never spend it all. You can't bring it with you when you are born and you can't take it with you when you die."

"I am ashamed to have a senior like him! He is obsessed with money."

"That's not true. I remember that the People's Daily once commended Senior Li Jiankun. He has also made outstanding contributions."

"If I were him, with so much money, I would give 10,000 yuan to every person in the country. It's better to share the joy with others than to enjoy it alone."

Li Jiankun thought to himself, fellow student, if you really had so much money, you wouldn’t and wouldn’t dare to think like this.

Who are you?

He stopped eavesdropping.

I'm not in a good mood.

Generally speaking, most of his junior classmates don't have a good opinion of him.

This also made Li Jiankun think that leaving it alone would not work after all.

Even the attitude above.

A person lives by his face.

After walking slowly around the Weiming Lake, it was almost dusk. Li Jiankun returned along the same route and walked towards the south gate of Yanyuan.

Suddenly, a noise came from the front, attracting his attention.

Look around.

Li Jiankun was stunned.

When did stalls start to be set up in Yanyuan?

I saw a dozen stalls on both sides of the main road approaching the South Gate, surrounded by steam, and it seemed that they were selling food.

At this point, at this location, not to mention the several canteens in Yanyuan, the people in the Chang Zheng canteen outside must be jumping up and down and cursing.

Li Jiankun looked at them with some curiosity, and waited until he saw the stall owners clearly.

blind!

Suspecting that there was something wrong with his eyes, he raised his sleeves and rubbed them vigorously.

Look again.

I found out that I was not mistaken.

The stall owners were well-mannered and had a scholarly air, completely different from ordinary small vendors.

He even knew one of the couples.

Professor Qiu Bingde and his wife from the Department of Economics.

Is the problem already so serious? Li Jiankun thought.

He has been busy recently publishing notices to find Zhuangzhuang through various channels. Later, Liu Wei jumped out to bite him, so he didn't pay much attention to the price breakthrough.

However, he knows that the price breakthrough has begun, and big cities such as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are at the forefront.

Now, after breakfast every day, my mother and Chuncao go to the department store to go shopping.

The things I bought back were getting less and less.

"My classmate wants wontons... Eh? You don't look like a student. Would you like a bowl of wontons? They are affordable and delicious, and they are freshly made."

When Professor Qiu Bingde saw someone approaching the stall, he hurriedly greeted them warmly.

He didn't recognize Li Jiankun at all because of the outfit that no one liked.

Mrs. Qiu, whose hands were frozen red, raised a wonton wrapper and genuine lean meat filling in her hand and showed it to Li Jiankun with a smile.

The so-called stall was nothing more than a coal stove and an aluminum pot brought from home, plus a long table as a counter, and a small square table with a few stools as a dining table.

Li Jiankun's eyes behind his sunglasses looked a little dry.

"Are you a teacher?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Professor Qiu understood his subtext and smiled awkwardly.

If it was a few days ago, my face would have turned red.

Fortunately, I had a few days to adapt.

Besides, they were not the only one setting up the stall, so it wouldn't be too embarrassing if they had company.

"The prices have risen too much. I can't support my family with my salary alone. I can only set up a stall to earn some money."

Mrs. Qiu sighed and said, "Salaries are not rising. There is a saying out there now: those who make atomic bombs are not as good as those who sell tea eggs.

"Young man, don't think we are embarrassing. We have a big family, with old people and young children. We really can't do anything about it."

Li Jiankun waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that he did not mean that.

He wanted to take off his sunglasses and recognize Professor Qiu, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Professor Qiu may not want to see his students now.

"Have a bowl." Li Jiankun said.

"Hey, okay!"

The couple were smiling happily.

He started working quickly.

Li Jiankun sat down at the small square table, feeling mixed emotions.

The wontons should have tasted good, but he couldn't taste anything.

"The money is on the table."

"Have you finished eating? Then take your time."

Li Jiankun strode away.

After Mrs. Qiu finished her work, she came over to collect the bowls. Suddenly her expression changed:

"Bingde Bingde, look at this money, it's fake.

"Oh, we are such a small business, and we give enough food, how come someone still gives fake money?"

Hearing the voice, Professor Qiu turned his head and reached into his wife's hand.

blind!

He rushed over and snatched the money from his wife's hand.

After a careful look.

He suddenly looked up towards the south gate.

Where is the young man in the military coat?

"You, you have long hair but little knowledge.

"This is US dollars, one hundred US dollars!"

Mrs. Qiu was surprised. She thought it was produced by Tiandi Bank. She was just thinking that the printing technology was very good.

"Then, then, isn't that too much?"

"What do you think? Our stall is not worth that much money."

Only then did Professor Qiu realize that the young man in the military coat seemed familiar.

If the other person took off his sunglasses, he would definitely be able to recognize him.

He told his wife about this.

Mrs. Qiu thought for a moment and said, "He must be your old student. He was afraid that you would be embarrassed, so he didn't dare to recognize him."

Professor Qiu's eyes were a little moist: "You are smart this time."

The money in my hand seemed to suddenly become warm.

……

……

On the way back to Niangniangmiao Hutong.

Li Jiankun's steps became faster and faster, and his mind became clearer and clearer.

He knew what to do next.

A small person is always worried.

He has a clear conscience, so why should he create trouble for himself?

After arriving home, Li Jiankun immediately called He Dongzhu and told his worried old mother that he would be back for dinner in the evening. The two then drove to Wudaokou Commercial Street.

He parked the car beside the curb and waited for Shen Hongyi, who would be home from get off work soon if nothing unexpected happened.

About a quarter of an hour later.

A red big-toed shoe car appeared in my sight.

Without Li Jiankun's instructions, He Dongzhu got out of the car to stop it.

Not long after.

The back seat of the Crown car.

Shen Hongyi asked in surprise: "I will do an interview with you?"

Li Jiankun joked, "Why, you don't like it? I'm very popular now."

Shen Hongyi punched him in anger.

It's a good thing he can still laugh.

After reading those reports, her parents were so shocked that they were speechless for a long time.

I asked her for confirmation later.

Poor thing, she doesn't even know whether some of the content is true or false.

She knew that her senior was very rich and had a sizeable business, but... had he become the richest man in the world?

"You want to face those news articles?"

Shen Hongyi asked: "Then what are you going to say?"

"You'll know then."

"Tell me something first, or I won't do it."

"Oh, you really don't take me seriously. Now all the reporters in Beijing... no, I'm afraid all the reporters in the country want to interview me."

Shen Hongyi couldn't laugh, and asked solemnly: "Have you really thought about it?"

Li Jiankun restrained his smile and nodded seriously.

Shen Hongyi didn't say anything else. She didn't think she was smarter than her senior.

"Then you give me the questions and I will conduct the interview according to your questions."

"Actually... that's not necessary."

"No, it has to be this way, or you can find someone else."

Li Jiankun couldn't do anything to her.

The next day at noon.

East City.

The compound of Jingcheng Daily.

In the office building of Capital Youth Daily.

Before the interview began, Li Jiankun handed a note to Shen Hongyi.

The latter spread his eyes and looked at it, his brows instantly frowned.

The first question on the note was extremely poignant:

[Li Jiankun, the richest man in Hong Kong, Jack Lee, who topped the Forbes Global Billionaires List last year and is well-known on Wall Street, is that you? ]

"Have you really thought about how to answer?" Shen Hongyi looked suspicious.

"of course."

Shen Hongyi looked at him carefully and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he seemed confident.

She thought that it would be best if the senior could respond to this question directly without causing trouble for her.

This question is also what people who are concerned about this matter want to know most now.

"Are you ready?" the newspaper editor-in-chief came over and asked.

After seeing Li Jiankun nod, the editor-in-chief kindly invited him into the specially decorated interview room.

After Shen Hongyi also sat down on another single-seat red lacquered wooden sofa in the middle of the room.

The editor-in-chief shouted "Start".

After all, this was not a TV interview, so there was no need to worry about the audience. Shen Hongyi asked the first question directly:

"Excuse me, is it you, the one mentioned in a newspaper: Li Jiankun, the richest man in Hong Kong, Jack Lee, who topped the Forbes Global Billionaires List last year and is well-known on Wall Street?"

rustling...

At the same time, a reporter from the team led by Shen Hongyi was taking shorthand at a desk in the corner of the room.

Li Jiankun said: "Yes."

Shen Hongyi: “???”