At the entrance of the alley, Liu Bingxian and a few lazy wives 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 several artificial lakes called Haizi by the Manchus are also very beautiful. Living here is like living near the park in the middle of the city, similar to the footsteps of Central Park in New York.

However, housing prices around Central Park in the United States have already soared to the sky. In the 1986, the most common people lived in Shichahai, the capital city. People occasionally transported furniture and bought some building materials, and used the most tricycles. The box trucks driven by the Japanese were brand new and painted white, which many people had never seen before.

Liu Bingxian came in with a small truck. There was no factory in the alley. The only reason for coming to the truck was to move. For the men who had nothing to do all day long, it was also fun to watch others move things.

The small truck stopped at Yang Rui's door, but it made Liu Bingxian feel a little sad and he became uncomfortable.

"Where did you say that a college student named Yang get so much money? He bought a house and new furniture?" Liu Bingxian stared at the gate of the second entrance of Yang Rui's house, feeling inexplicably resentful.

The old ladies who were watching the fun together laughed and said, "Didn't you complain to Xiao Chen from the street office? What are they saying?"

"He knew nothing. When he saw that he had some power, he licked it and could buy such a large yard by studying? Do you know how much it cost?" Liu Bingxian spitted on the ground and twisted it with the soles of his shoes twice.

"How much did you sell?" Wang Liuzi, who was a large slum with Liu Bingxian, also came over, with a look of gossip on his face.

"I don't know how much, I know that I can't get the money for schooling." Liu Bingxian spitted and cursed: "I'm annoyed these college students, pretending to behave, and in the end I can't do anything. I'll just get promoted or made a fortune. Do you think you're not going to lose your heart."

Wang Liuzi glanced at him and said, "Let your kid go to college too, so I'll lose my heart."

Everyone knows that the two sons of Liu Bingxian's family do not study and cannot study well. They could not continue to study in elementary school, but they went to junior high school. Liu Bingxian had struggled a few years ago. It is said that even invited teachers to have dinner, but it was useless. In recent years, Liu Bingxian's arguments have gradually changed. Especially after making money from the self-employed in the previous hutong, he prefers to talk about the benefits of not studying and the poverty of studying.

Wang Liuzi's son is a student. Although he only studied in a technical secondary school, he was assigned by the state after all. If he had any questions, he would just stab Liu Bingxian. Everyone lived in a slum that cost dozens of square meters, and it was inevitable that the fragrance was far away and the smell was stinky.

Liu Bingxian didn't like to talk to Wang Liuzi about college students, and his eyes slanted and said, "There is no flower red for a hundred days. Maybe one day, these college students will be pulled down again. Our country is still from the working class in the final analysis. Do you think so?"

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

The two men stopped talking, and the women standing in front of them started talking to themselves. Some said that the house was beautiful, some praised Jing Yulan for being beautiful and polite, and some praised Yang Rui for being handsome, and most of them were guessing what they bought.

Liu Bingxian became more and more angry as he heard it, and then rushed to speak: "Don't you see that college students bought a house and there are so many furniture that they don't have to make a lot of them now. Now they have only bought one or two pieces of loose pieces, which is also a swollen face that makes people fat."

"Didn't you just say that someone is corruption off the top of your money? Why are you running out of money again?" Xiao Chen, who spoke, also walked over from the street office.

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

Before the street office was deprived of its power, the street office had certain powers to residents within its jurisdiction as the village committee as the villagers.

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

Xiao Chen said impatiently: "What are you guessing randomly? They are consulting for foreign companies, and they earn foreign exchange. OK, go home and stay there if you have nothing to do."

After Yang Rui moved, he specially found Lao Li, a Deling Group who worked in Xicheng District. The latter came to the local street office for inspection twice and straightened the relationship. Although Xiao Chen did not know the specific situation, he quickly maintained Yang Rui.

Liu Bingxian was even more disbelief: "What ability does he have to be a consultant for a foreign company? What can he know about a foreign company?"

"Look at you, it's okay if you don't learn or be ignorant..."

Xiao Chen was halfway through his words, and then he heard Matsushima shouting at the top of his throat.

The conversation between Songdo Heng and Yang Rui was both in English. The onlookers standing at the entrance of the alley couldn't understand it, but they found it more interesting.

After a while, three more people got out of the car and opened the rear compartment.

All three of them were wearing one-piece work clothes and white gloves, looking very formal. One person jumped into the back car, and the other two stood carefully on the ground to pick up.

Liu Bingxian became more and more upset and muttered: "A broken furniture is worth it, pretending to be..."

"Let it go." The worker in the rear car suddenly shouted in Japanese.

The people below immediately agreed to "Hi".

The few people at the entrance of the alley were stunned.

Wang Liuzi Qiqi said ai: "Is this speaking Japanese?"

There are many revolutionary films available nowadays, and everyone can distinguish between Russian and Japanese.

Xiao Chen nodded hesitantly and said, "It seems that he is speaking Japanese."

Before they could discuss it, the workers in front of the truck had already unloaded several large boxes, lifted them into the door with slightest feet, and reported them in Japanese.

The Japanese dialect in the alley was unaware of it, but they cared more about the Japanese's actions.

"Is this a Japanese worker?" Everyone looked at it and said no.

"It's still a porter."

"Hey, what did you think they moved?"

When it comes to Japanese engineers and the like, everyone has seen them. They are all from Beijing. Who hasn’t seen one or two foreigners? But Japanese porters are rare. Some people even doubt whether Japan does not have this type of job, otherwise, it would cost more money to be porters for precious Japanese people.

Including Liu Bingxian, they all looked at it. The Japanese didn’t dare to offend them anymore. Who is the one who uses Japanese porters?

"He didn't mean he was a spy for the Japanese." Liu Bingxian suddenly said, and he could only think of this possibility.

Xiao Chen glared at him angrily, but said he was too lazy to say it.

Inside the house, Songdo Heng asked someone to disassemble the outer packaging of the goods directly.

After the plastic inside was exposed, Matsushima Hiroshima said with a smile: "Mr. Yang Rui, this is our latest audio design and production in Japan. I will ask the workers to help you install it. Haha, no matter what music you listen to, it sounds very good."

Yang Rui stood at the second door and was about to refuse, but when he heard it was the speaker, he stopped and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"Ah, are you talking about audio?" When Matsushima Heng was thinking about how to persuade Yang Rui to accept this set of things and how to deal with his rejection, he suddenly heard this question and was caught off guard.

Yang Rui nodded.

"If this set of audio is replaced with RMB..."

"With the US dollar, how much impact does US dollar?"

“About $20,000.”

“Are there any invoices?”

"Ah...ah, some." Matsushima Heng quickly asked the workers behind him to search for it, and it took a long time to deliver the invoice.

Yang Rui looked at the number above, silently converted it into US dollars, and said, "I will calculate your shipping fee of 20,000 US dollars, and I bought it for 25,000 US dollars."

After saying that, Yang Rui looked out of the gate, looked at the entrance of the alley, waved his hand and said, "Xiao Chen, come here."

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

"Xiao Chen, Professor Heng Matsushima, is a professor from Japan. He wants to give me a set of gifts to corrupt me. I like this set of gifts very much, but I don't want to accept his gifts, so I consider buying them and letting you testify." Yang Rui said very clearly to Xiao Chen. In fact, if the one sent by Heng Matsushima today was a TV or other electrical appliance, he would definitely reject it. It was a 29-inch TV, which was extremely simple to Yang Rui's opinion, not to mention that there was no TV program at all.

However, the audio is different. Which one is better, the audio in the 1980s and the audio in 2015 is not a definite proposition. Especially when just commenting on sound, the audio in the 1980s was not inferior.

In terms of price, the premium audio sent by Matsushima Heng is also quite excellent in Japan, and Yang Rui does want it.

It’s great to just listen to a symphony at home.

At the same time, Yang Rui also wanted Song Dao Heng to see his economic strength so that he would not be entangled.

The funding of the laboratory is from the laboratory, and the personal income is from the personal. Songdo Heng probably had this idea, so he hurriedly brought the audio with him.

Yang Rui took 25,000 US dollars in cash from the safe in the room and handed it to the silly Xiao Chen, saying, "This is the money I paid, please count it and hand it over to Professor Song Dao Heng."

Both Matsuda Heng and Xiao Chen were stunned and stayed there.

Yang Rui asked Jing Yulan to mutter, and then directed three Japanese workers to go into the room to find a place. He wanted to build a special audio and video room, envious of those who played with headphones in the future.

Jing Yulan's English skills were good and she translated it for Xiao Chen in a slight voice. However, even she felt the translation was outrageous, and Xiao Chen felt even more outrageous.

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

"How can this be done?" Matsushima Heng was at a loss.
Chapter completed!