Chu Heng entered the department store, stood at the door and wandered around for a while, and soon found the original owner's comrade at a counter selling shoes.
The man's name was Guo Kai, he was also in his twenties, not very tall, with a dark face and a thick layer of stubble under his chin, which made him look a bit older.
Because of the fusion of the original owner's memories, Chu Heng was extraordinarily kind to him. He didn't feel angry at all. He strode forward and punched him hard on the shoulder. He laughed and cursed: "Damn it, I haven't been able to do this for so long." There was so much movement, I thought you were dead."
The guy selling shoes next to him thought there was going to be a fight, so he quickly took a few steps back, ready to watch the show.
"Tsengko!"
Guo Kai, who was writing the ticket, raised his head in surprise, punched him across the counter, and cursed with a smile on his face: "Why should I see you? Don't forget that you were the soldier I brought out at that time, so you should Come and see me.”
"You have the nerve to say that taking me to drink secretly every day is called taking care of you?" Chu Heng gave him a bear hug across the counter and asked, "How are you? Are you okay at home?"
"Everything is fine."
Guo Kai stretched out his hand and scratched his arm: "I have to drink whatever I say today. You wait here, I will ask for leave right now."
"Brother, I'm shopping for shoes. Can you two talk about it later?" The guy next to him didn't want to. This guy wasn't done talking yet.
Guo Kai's eyes widened when he heard the sound, and with his beard, he looked like a big Li Kui: "Grandma, get out of here, I won't sell your goods today!"
The current salesperson is so arrogant. If we leave it to future generations, we should be fired as early as possible.
"What's your attitude!" The young man was also very angry. He stepped forward with a livid face and wanted to practice with this little dwarf.
"Comrade, it's not that bad." Seeing this, Chu Heng quickly grabbed him and glared at Guo Kai: "Okay, okay, I finally came here, why do you want to come to the Quanwu Xing? Hurry up and give someone a ticket, that's it. Please help me get something."
Guo Kai, who had already rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the young man with disdain and said disdainfully: "Please give my brother some face today, otherwise, with your small body, ten of them would beat the shit out of you."
The young man also saw the knotted muscles under his clothes. He said nothing and walked down the stairs.
Guo Kai wrote the ticket quickly, clamped the money and the ticket on the wire above his head, pushed it out hard, and slid it towards the cashier.
After a while, the cashier threw the bill back to him, and the young man left in a hurry with his brand new rubber shoes.
After sending away the troublemaker, Guo Kai pulled Chu Heng over and asked him, "What do you want to buy? Hurry up and I'll get it for you. Let's go have a drink when it's done."
"this one."
Chu Heng took out a few tickets he bought this morning, picked out the radio ticket and handed it to him, saying: "What are you drinking at this time? Wait for the evening, call the old company commander and the others, and have a meal with me."
"That's fine. I haven't seen them for a long time. It's just a good time to get together." Guo Kai nodded and accidentally glanced at the Moutai ticket in his hand. His eyes suddenly widened: "Fuck, where did you get it?" Tickets."
"My second uncle gave it to me. Go get it quickly. I'm in a hurry to get to work." Chu Heng urged.
"Just wait, I'll be back in a minute." Guo Kai looked at the few Moutai tickets in his hand greedily, and quickly left the counter.
It was convenient to have someone to do the work. In less than five minutes, he came back with the things in his arms.
"The radio is Shanghai 132. I found someone to give you a special price. It cost one hundred and eleven yuan and left ten yuan." Guo Kai gave him the money. Thinking of those Maotai tickets, he couldn't hold it back in the end, and his face was filled with tears. He said expectantly: "Shall we drink Maotai tonight? I haven't drunk this wine yet!"
"You really know how to choose." Chu Heng squinted at him, took the money, put it in his pocket, picked up the radio, and said to him: "After get off work, you go inform the others. I'll go back to cook first. You don't need to bring anything." Ah, I don’t lack anything.”
"Promise to complete the mission!"
Guo Kai gave a funny salute and said with a smile: "I can't run errands in vain, I have to drink a few more drinks."
"Then I can't make the decision. With these few bottles of Moutai, if you drink too much, someone will have to drink less." Chu Heng smiled and left with his things in his arms.
Guo Kai is an alcoholic and will die if he sees good wine.
Coming out of the department store, Chu Heng tied the radio to the back seat and rode back slowly amid the envious eyes of others.
There was no way to hide the radio. It was a big thing, and sooner or later someone would know about it. Why not just take it back openly, which would satisfy his nouveau riche vanity.
These days, there aren't many things to show off, so opportunities are rare.
When passing by a non-staple food store, he stopped and went in to buy Maotai liquor and some food.
When Chu Heng walked into the shop with the radio under his arm.
In an instant, he became the most handsome boy in the store.
The effect is similar to carrying a tape recorder on the streets in the 1980s.
All eyes are on you.
"Xiao Chu, did you buy a radio?" Sun Mei walked forward in surprise, bent down and looked at the big guy around his waist, wanting to touch it but not daring to touch it.
This thing is very valuable, and only one family in her courtyard has it. They look at it like a treasure every day, but they don't want to use it.
"Isn't this more than a hundred?" A young man who came to buy food came up to him, his eyes full of envy.
Other people in the room also gathered around and looked at the bulky radio curiously.
Even Ni Yinghong, who had always been polite to Chu Heng, also paid attention.
"One hundred and one, a comrade of mine was in a department store and got a special deal." Chu Heng looked at their performance with satisfaction and was not in a hurry to leave. He just stood there and enjoyed the fun that money brought him.
"You are so willing to spend more than a hundred dollars to buy such a thing." Han Lian was speechless. Good guy, it was enough for her family to eat for several months.
"Brother, turn it on and listen to the sound. Let us see it. Is this a new model?" The young man rubbed his hands and looked at the radio with a fiery look in his eyes.
As for men, most of them like electronics and machinery.
"Can I just listen to this? What should I do if it breaks?" Sun Mei on the side stared at the words and tried her best to protect Chu Heng's interests. They couldn't let them touch such a precious thing.
Chu Heng smiled and waved his hands, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, it's okay. I bought this just for listening. I haven't tried it yet. Let's see if it works."
As he said that, he walked to the cashier, put down the radio, took off the outer packaging, turned on the switch and adjusted the station, and soon there was movement.
"Hateful that the war in Liao State showed that the troops were raising troops and violating the territory, the Yang family general asked Chang Ying and Kangkai to go on an expedition. All the sons and men bravely charged into the battle, and ordered him to carry the golden sword and bravely win the three armies..."
"Ring, ring, ring!"
A group of people gathered around excitedly and listened attentively. Ni Yinghong also subconsciously leaned closer to Chu Heng, with an intoxicating smile on her beautiful face.
"This is Peking Opera." After listening attentively for a while, the young man scratched his head and thought hard: "What is it called? Oops, it's on my lips, I can't remember."
"Female General of the Yang Clan!"
Hearing the commotion, Director Lian came over shaking his head, with a look of pride between his eyebrows as if he was standing on the third floor looking down at the first floor: "Mr. Li Shaochun sang it."
