Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

At the entrance of the alley, Liu Bingxian and a few lazy women gathered together and stared at the door of Yang Rui's house.

Shichahai is a good place, not only in the middle of the city, but also the several artificial lakes called Haizi by the Manchurians. Living here is equivalent to living near the park in the middle of the city, similar to that of New York’s Central Park. foot.

However, the housing prices around Central Park in the United States have skyrocketed for a long time. Around Shichahai in Beijing in 1986, the people who lived most were civilians. Everyone occasionally transported furniture and bought some building materials. The most used were tricycles. Japan Many people have never seen the small van that people drive in. They are brand new and painted white.

Liu Bingxian came in with the minivan, and there is no factory in the hutong. The only reason to come to the van was to move. For the old men who have nothing to do all day, it is also fun to watch people move things.

The small truck stopped in front of Yang Rui's house, but it made Liu Bingxian feel uncomfortable.

"You said a college student surnamed Yang, where did so much money come from, buying a house and buying new furniture?" Liu Bingxian stared at the gate of Yang Rui's second entrance, inexplicably resentful.

Looking at the lively old ladies together, they laughed twice and said, "Didn't you ask Xiao Chen from the street office to complain? What did they say?"

"He knows a fart. Seeing that someone is a little bit powerful, he licked it away. Can you buy such a big yard by reading? Do you know how much it was sold for?" Liu Bingxian spit on the ground and twisted his shoes twice.

"How much did you sell?" Wang Liuzi, who was in the same courtyard with Liu Bingxian, also came over, with a look of gossip.

"I don't know how much, I know that I can't get this money for studying." Liu Bingxian yelled and cursed: "I bother these college students, all of them pretending to be, and they won't even fart in the end, just his mother's promotion. If you get rich, you say you don’t lose your heart."

Wang Liuzi glanced at him and said, "Let your kid also go to a university, so you can chant it at once."

Everyone knows that the two sons of Liu Bingxian’s family don’t study, nor can they read well. They couldn’t go to elementary school, but they went to junior high school. Liu Bingxian also struggled in the past few years. It is said that he invited the teacher to eat. It's useless. In recent years, Liu Bingxian's argument has gradually changed. Especially after making money with the self-employed in the former alley, he prefers to talk about the benefits of not studying, and the poorness of studying.

Wang Liuzi’s son is a school student. Although he only read a technical secondary school, he was assigned a job by the state. If there is nothing to do, he will stab Liu Bingxian. Everyone lives in a large courtyard of tens of square meters. Inevitably.

Liu Bingxian doesn’t like talking about college students with Wang Liuzi. He slanted his eyes and said, “There are no flowers for a hundred days. Maybe someday, these college students will be dragged down again. In the final analysis, our country is still a working class. You say yes. Isn't it?"

"It's boring to talk about." Wang Liuzi didn't like to say it anymore.

The two men stopped talking, and the women standing in front of them started talking for themselves. Some said they had beautiful houses, some praised Jingyulan's beauty and politeness, and others praised Yang Rui for being handsome. Most of them still guessed. What they bought.

Liu Bingxian suffocated his breath as he listened, and rushed to speak: "Don't look at college students who bought a house, and there are not a few furnitures. Now I only bought one or two parts, which is also a swollen face to fill a fat man."

"Aren't you talking about corruption because of the money? Why don't you have any money." It was Xiao Chen who was talking, and he paced over from the street office.

He was pitted by Liu Bingxian, and now he doesn't look good when he sees it.

Before the sub-district office was deprived of power, the residents of the sub-district office were equivalent to the village committee to the villagers, and they still had certain powers.

Liu Bingxian didn't dare to argue with Xiao Chen, so he said: "His money must be coming from the wrong way. I can't help but spend it."

Xiao Chen said impatiently: "What are you guessing at random? People who work as consultants for foreign companies all earn foreign exchange. Okay, let's go home and stay if there is nothing to do."

After Yang Rui moved over, he specially found the old Li of the Deling Group who worked in Xicheng District. The latter visited the local street office twice and smoothed the relationship. Although Xiao Chen didn’t know the specific situation, he quickly defended Yang Rui. .

Liu Bingxian is even more disbelief: "What is his ability to advise other foreign companies? What can they not do with foreign companies."

"Look at you, if you don't learn or know nothing about it..."

Halfway through Xiao Chen's words, Matsushima Heng yelled.

The conversations between Songdao Heng and Yang Rui were all in English, and the crowd standing at the entrance of the alley could not understand it, but they found it more interesting.

After a while, three people got out of the car and opened the trunk.

All three of them were wearing overalls and white gloves, and looked very formal. One jumped into the trunk, and the other two stood on the ground cautiously to pick them up.

Liu Bingxian looked more upset, and muttered: "A broken piece of furniture is also worthy of this, pretending to be..."

"Let it down." The worker in the rear compartment suddenly yelled in Japanese.

The people below also immediately agreed with a "Hi".

The few people at the hutong entrance were dumbfounded.

Wang Liuziqi Ai Ai said: "Does this speak Japanese?"

There are a lot of revolutionary films now, and everyone can distinguish between Russian and Japanese.

Xiao Chen nodded hesitantly, and said, "It seems to be speaking Japanese."

Before they could discuss it again, the workers in front of the truck had already unloaded a few large boxes, gently carried them into the door, and reported in Japanese.

A group of people in the hutong couldn't understand the Japanese dialect of Chiliquala, but they were more concerned about the actions of the Japanese.

"This is a Japanese worker?" Everyone looked at it.

"It's still a porter."

"Hey, what did you say they moved?"

When it comes to Japanese engineers and the like, everyone has actually seen them. They are all people from Beijing. Who has never seen one or two foreigners, but Japanese porters are rare. Some people even wonder if Japan doesn’t have it. This type of work, otherwise, the precious Japanese would cost more to be a porter.

Including Liu Bingxian, they all looked straight. The Japanese dare not offend them. Who uses Japanese porters?

"Don't be a spy for the Japanese." Liu Bingxian said suddenly, and he could only think of this one.

Xiao Chen gave him an angry look, but said that he didn't bother to say it.

In the house, Hengren Matsushima unpacked the goods directly.

When the plastic inside was exposed, Matsushima Hengcai said with a smile: "Mr. Yang Rui, this is our latest Japanese designed and produced speaker. I will ask the workers to help you install it. Hehe, no matter what music you listen to, it is very good. It sounds good."

Yang Rui stood at the second door, just about to refuse, when he heard the sound, but stopped, and asked, "How much money?"

"Ah, do you mean audio?" Matsushima Heng was thinking of how to persuade Yang Rui to accept this set of things and how to deal with his refusal. When he heard this question all of a sudden, he was a little caught off guard.

Yang Rui nodded.

"This set of speakers, if you change to RMB..."

"Use dollars, how much does it affect?"

"About $20,000."

"Is there an invoice?"

"Ah...ah, yes." Matsushima Heng hurriedly asked the workers behind him to look for it, and it took him a long time to send the invoice.

Yang Rui glanced at the number above, silently converted it into U.S. dollars, and said, "For a thing worth 23,000 U.S. dollars, I will calculate your shipping cost of 2,000 U.S. dollars, and I bought it for 25,000 U.S. dollars."

After speaking, Yang Rui took care of himself since he came out of the gate and looked at the entrance of the hutong. He waved and said, "Xiao Chen, come here."

Comrade Chen from the street office was stunned for a moment, and then ran over.

"Xiao Chen, this Professor Matsushima Heng is a professor from Japan. He wants to give me a set of gifts to corrupt me. I like this set of gifts, but I don’t want to accept his gifts, so I consider buying them. Come down, let you be a testimony." Yang Rui told Xiao Chen very clearly. In fact, if Songdo Heng sent today a TV or other electrical appliances~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he would definitely refuse it. It is a 29-inch TV, which in Yang Rui's opinion is very simple, let alone Said that there is a lack of TV programs at all.

However, the sound is different. It is not a definite proposition whether the sound of the 80s is better than the sound of 2015. Especially when only commenting on the sound, the sound of the 80s is not inferior.

In terms of price, the high-end speakers sent by Matsushima Heng are also very good in Japan, and Yang Rui really wants it.

Even listening to a symphony at home is pretty good.

At the same time, Yang Rui also wanted to let Songdao Heng see his economic strength, so as not to get confused.

The laboratory's funding is for the laboratory, and the personal income is personal. Matsushima Hiroshi also had this idea, and hurriedly brought the speakers.

Yang Rui took 25,000 U.S. dollars in cash from the safe in the room and handed it to the stupid Xiao Chen, saying: "This is the money I paid. You count it and hand it to Professor Matsushima Heng."

Both Matsushima Heng and Xiao Chen stayed there in a state of perplexity.

Yang Rui groaned at Jing Yulan and directed three Japanese workers into the room to find a place. He wanted to set up a special audio-visual room, envious of future generations playing with headphones.

Jing Yulan's English level is good, and she translated it to Xiao Chen in a low voice. However, the content of the translation seemed outrageous to her, and Xiao Chen felt even more outrageous.

"How can this happen?" Xiao Chen was at a loss.

"How can this happen?" Matsushima Heng was at a loss.

...Shitorumura said

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