Kneeling in front of my wife’s tombstone and crying bitterly, I was reborn

Chen Shubao also embarked on his journey of selling disposable lighters.

Lan Yue was in Jiangcheng, so he went directly south to Shenzhen Town.

On the green train going south, Chen Shubao heard a variety of accents for the first time.

From their mouths, he heard about the prosperity of the deep town, and it seemed that it was a paradise for picking up money.

He felt that everyone who went south to the deep towns was chasing their dreams.

Looking at the passing scenery outside the window, there seemed to be light in his eyes, as if he saw the prosperous land, as if he saw himself in the future with a big bag of money.

However, I couldn't help but feel a dull pain in my heart.

In the end, he left her and became farther and farther away from her.

In the 1990s, the carriages and horses were very slow, and the green train stopped and went. It took two days and one night to finally reach the destination.

As the first special economic zone in the country to engage in economic development, the prosperity here can be described as feasting and feasting, which is completely incomparable to Cheong Wa City.

The first time he walked out of the train station, Chen Shubao was shocked by the scene in front of him. The first time he saw so many high-rise buildings, so much traffic and crowds of people, Chen Shubao felt dazzled. It turns out that this place is really just like the young people on the train said, just like what he saw in the TV series. bustling.

When other people come to Shenzhen, they seem to have a clear goal of where to go? Someone even picked me up.

On the train, he heard about electronics factories, electromechanical factories, clothing factories...

It seems that everyone comes here to work in the factory.

He was the only one who didn't know where to go, carrying a large backpack full of disposable lighters and walking on the busy street, like a child who couldn't find his way home.

After standing in the square of the train station for a long time, Chen Shubao gritted his teeth and strode towards a street.

Not long after, I saw a canteen.

There are three words "commissary" written on it, but there isn't even a serious signboard name.

Chen Shubao didn't care so much. When he walked to the window of the canteen, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties inside. He was thin and short, with protruding cheekbones, but he seemed to be skinny and bones. In addition, the skin of southerners was dark. No matter how he looked at it, Chen Shubao didn't think that people should look like this. He was so frightened that he thought he was not a good person and ran away quickly.

However, he went to several stores in a row, and the people in the stores all looked the same.

If you have never been to the South, how would you know that people born and raised in the South look like that, and they are very recognizable.

And the reason why I haven't seen it before is because more people who come to Shenzhen Town are from the north, and their characteristics are not as obvious as the native people of Shenzhen Town.

The so-called strange things are not surprising. After seeing him a few times, Chen Shubao finally understood. Maybe southerners were like this, so he became bolder.

I walked into a small commodity store again. The owner was a thin black young man in his twenties. He had a cigarette in his mouth and seemed to be bored and flipping through some magazine.

Chen Shubao plucked up the courage and said, "Boss, do you want a disposable lighter here?"

The young man put down the magazine in his hand, glanced at Chen Shubao, and asked doubtfully: "Leigang?"

Chen Shubao looked at the thin boy in surprise, completely unable to understand what bird language the other person was talking about?

Only then did he remember that he was speaking the Qingwa City dialect. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed and quickly said in Mandarin: "Can you speak Mandarin?"

"You speak Mandarin!" The thin boy nodded, "Of course you can speak Mandarin, but only a little!"

Still speaking with a strong Cantonese accent, Chen Shubao sounded awkward, but he finally understood.

Immediately he didn’t care so much, took out a disposable lighter, handed it over, and said in Mandarin: “This, lighter, can you buy it?”

The skinny boy took it, looked at it, shook his head, and said to Caipu, "I don't have any for sale!"

He took out a metal kerosene lighter from the counter and said, "As for lighters, this is the only one I have. It's so advanced..."

Chen Shubao knew that the other party had misunderstood what he meant, and said quickly: "No, I mean you can sell my lighter."

"Oh!" The thin boy looked at the disposable lighter in his hand doubtfully. It was long, just a transparent plastic shell with pulleys and buttons on it. It was completely different from the lighters sold in his store that didn't have a lighter. He asked in disbelief. Said: "Is this a lighter?"

There is no taste at all.

Chen Shubao took out another disposable lighter, clicked it to light the fire, and said, "That's it, you try it."

The thin boy said "Huh" and played with the disposable lighter in his hand a few times. It seemed that he didn't expect that this gadget could really make a fire. He followed Chen Shubao's example and started the fire with a "Chu" sound.

"It's really generous!" The skinny boy's eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand what Chen Shubao meant, and asked: "You have this kind of lighter, you sell it to me and let me buy it, right?"

Nowadays, there are many people doing sales in Shenzhen Town, and he has met some sales people before.

Chen Shubao nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I came to Shenzhen to find the seller."

The thin boy lit the fire several times again. He felt that this kind of lighter was quite convenient. He smiled and said, "How much does a lighter like yours cost?"

I'm still thinking, why does such a convenient lighter cost a few dollars?

When Chen Shubao heard the other party ask about the price, he quickly said: "My lighter is called a disposable lighter, and it costs 2 cents a piece."

"How much?" The thin boy thought he heard wrongly and looked at Chen Shubao in surprise and asked.

Chen Shubao pointed out two fingers and said repeatedly: "Two cents each!"

The thin boy now confirmed that this kind of lighter was indeed 2 cents a piece. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and thought, this is too cheap, right?

The kerosene lighters he sells cost three yuan each.

I can't help but wonder, is this kind of lighter easy to break, or will it not last long?

Then he asked: "How long have you been using this lighter with kerosene?"

Chen Shubao said quickly: "My kind of lighter is called a disposable lighter. It can light hundreds to thousands of times. It can be thrown away when the gas inside is used up. No need to add kerosene."

The functions and advantages of disposable lighters were explained in a series of comparisons and comparisons.

The skinny boy's eyes almost gleamed when he heard it. He kept playing with the disposable lighter in his hand and kept saying "tsk tsk" in amazement.

He had already settled the matter in his mind. This kind of disposable lighter only cost 2 cents each, which was cheaper than matches.

"Brother, come in quickly, let's have a good chat!" The thin young man was happy, opened the door, and enthusiastically invited Chen Shubao into the room.