Chapter 73: Mind-body Dualists
Chapter 73: Mind-Body Dualists
Xihe is always gray in the morning, and the air is filled with bitter floral scent. In the gray air, the sun becomes like a frosted big light bulb. Wang Zixu stands at the door of the tobacco shop and lights a big harvest.
That was the last Big Harvest in his cigarette box. As the smoke rose, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise up, forming a smile. He felt very treacherous.
His father lived not far from his home, and he would visit him once every month. Every time he wanted to bring something, such as milk or beer, his wife would take out the account book to settle the bill for him.
My wife always says, "Look, when your child is born, after deducting a few months of milk powder and diapers, our family's savings will be reduced to zero. If you give your father a box of milk now, our child will have one less can of milk powder in the future. If you give your father a box of beer now, our child will have a few less diapers in the future." Don't take it to heart, just give it to him. After a year, you can explain to your child how you survived by starving.
In order to avoid letting the child down in the future, he had to let his father suffer a little. Fortunately, his father didn't care. But today's Wang Zixu is different from the past. He now has more than 10,000 yuan in private money, and his wife's account book has a surplus. Today, his father doesn't have to suffer. His wallet is his confidence in front of the tobacco shop.
Of course, he was not standing here just to honor his father. He would take the contract of Wen Ai Company to his father to sign later. If his father asked a few more questions, he would have to bite the bullet and tell his father what the company was.
Wang Zixu's father is Wang Jianguo. Although Comrade Wang Jianguo smokes, drinks and curses, he is a traditional and good comrade. If Comrade Wang Jianguo knew the details of this company, he would definitely be furious.
But if he had accompanied Comrade Wang Jianguo to drink a little wine first, given his personality and drinking capacity, he would have signed ten signatures, not to mention one. Wang Zixu would not have had to make up lies to deceive him.
Honoring one's father is a good thing, but deceiving one's parents is a bad thing. Doing a good thing and avoiding a bad thing is what the ancient saints did. So Wang Zixu felt that he was very treacherous, and he smiled slyly while smoking.
When he walked into the store, he saw a dazzling array of goods. There were cigarettes in the glass case and wine on the shelves. Between the glass case and the shelves was the boss, who was dark and thin, and stared at him with eagle-like eyes.
Wang Zixu looked around and said modestly, "I haven't smoked a lot of cigarettes. What's the quality of this pack of Liqun?"
The boss said, "It's a little higher quality than the one you smoke."
Wang Zixu put out the cigarette in his mouth and threw it into the ashtray. He pointed at Hadrian in the cabinet and asked, "What about this one?"
The boss said, "It's a little higher grade than the one you just turned off."
Prince Xu was annoyed and said, "That's enough. Don't I know what grade I smoke? Any cigarette is higher grade than this one. How about this? First, give me two bottles of Daohuaxiang Vitality and two packs of Soft Zhonghua, and then I will choose what I smoke."
After the boss helped to prepare it, he came back and rubbed his hands and asked, "Excuse me, do you mainly use the business-style or ration-style method?"
Wang Zixu asked: "What is the business-style withdrawal method? What is the ration-style withdrawal method?"
The boss said: "The business style of smoking is mainly for others to see. People pass cigarettes to each other for tasting, which can show your level and taste. The ration style is for customers who smoke more heavily, and pays more attention to cost-effectiveness and taste." Wang Zixu said, recommend both to me.
The boss said: "For business style, I recommend two types. One is Yellow Crane Tower 1916. This cigarette is a long-standing -yuan cigarette. It has a historical reputation and status. The packaging is low-key, simple, and has a literary style. It has a sense of history, and its design and recognition are second to none. If you take it out among smokers, you will be the brightest star.
"In addition, I also recommend this Hetianxia. As the saying goes, a 20-yuan cigarette cannot suppress one's worries, but a 100-yuan Hetianxia can. Its smoke is clear and pure, and its sales volume is among the top three in the country at the same price. The packaging design is deep and tender, and it has the characteristics of a playboy and a tough guy."
Wang Zixu pondered for a while and said, "Please recommend a few more rations to me."
The boss said: "For rations, if you smoke tobacco, I recommend this soft cloud, if you smoke fragrance, I recommend this soft jade, if you smoke emotion, I recommend this Xuan He Men."
Wang Zixu finally chose a box of Xuanhemen, carried his bags and went out. When he got on his electric bike, he suddenly thought that in this era, feelings cost 20 yuan. If his wife knew about it, she would probably settle the bill with him again.
So he took out the empty box of Dafengshou, put Xuanhemen in it, and threw away Xuanhemen's box. Riding his bike on the road, the wind blew his hair, and he felt that he was becoming more and more cunning, and he smiled slyly again.
My father lives in an old residential area in the north of the city. The first floor of the residential area here is half a floor higher and the floor below is half a floor lower, forming a half-slope basement.
The original design concept was to use these basements as garages, but the owners were smart enough to rent them out for only three hundred dollars a month.
His father only had a meager pension, so he moved out of the old house to make room for Wang Zixu and his wife. Wang Zixu felt that he should pay for his father's rent, and this basement in Banpo, which rented for 300 yuan a month, was the best place he could find with his current financial situation.
Wang Zixu rode his bike through the neighborhood. Along the way, he saw countless old men and women waving palm-leaf fans. They were all residents of these basements on the hillside. The basements were dark, damp and poorly ventilated. Without air conditioning, living there in the summer would be a disaster. The old people didn't like to turn on the air conditioner, so they all sat in the yard to cool off.
When Wang Zixu arrived, he found a shirtless man doing pull-ups on a clothes drying rack. His figure was slightly out of shape, but his muscles were still full. This man was Comrade Wang Jianguo.
Wang Zixu shouted from behind, "Dad, Dad!" Wang Jianguo jumped down from the clothes rack, turned around and saw him, and said, "Son, you idiot, aren't you going to work today?"
Wang Zixu said, "I worked overtime last night, and my boss asked me to catch up on some sleep in the morning. I couldn't sleep, so I came to see you."
Wang Jianguo walked over and said, "I thought you were skipping work. Your boss is so good to you, you should work hard and don't complain about the low salary. Many people can't find a job like yours even if they search with a lantern. Look at the old man and old woman over here, I don't know how much they envy my son for eating government food. Those young people are just bastards in society, I don't know how many beatings they have suffered."
Wang Zixu nodded and took down the cigarettes and alcohol from the car. Comrade Wang Jianguo came over and ripped them off, staring at him and saying, "What the hell is this thing you're carrying? Are you robbing a bank?"
Wang Zixu smiled and said, "I have earned some money from writing recently. The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, so I brought you some gifts so that you can have a good holiday."
(End of this chapter)