Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 111 Xiao Wang’s hobby, a profitable business
Tiananmen Square today is quite different from that of later generations.

There are no railings around the square, and there are no underground passages in and out. It is a flat plain.

Ordinary people can only enter the square through the zebra crossings on the surrounding roads. On Sundays, there are a lot of people flow, and with the good weather, there are swarms of blue ants in front of them.

The red scarf around a child's neck is probably the most gorgeous color on people.

"Old Gao, Lao Gao, look! This thing is great. Let's take the whole car back and give it to the children to play with!"

An old man was letting his grandson off in the square, and the child was riding a children's tricycle, which attracted the attention and envy of many naughty children.

In the 70s, children's tricycles were still a rarity.

Later, most children born after the 80s have a photo of them riding a tricycle when they were children.

Gao Jinxi really got closer and watched for a while. He probably had some ideas. He saved some money last year by painting photos.

"Let's go, let's take a photo first!"

When you come to Tiananmen Square, how can you not take a group photo?
Children of future generations can always find a photo of "Tiananmen Square in June 19XX" among the yellowed photos of their grandparents.

The business of taking photos here has a long history. In the 60s, no one set up stalls in the square at that time. On the north side, near Chang'an Street, there was a row of large umbrellas from east to west, and under each umbrella was a photo shop.

The camera is aimed at the tower, specifically providing photo services for tourists.

Business was so booming that it became known as instant photography.

The young master in front of me also learned this trick very quickly, but Li Jiankun and the others did not accept this wave of business.

“You’ve made enough money, right?”

Brother Qiang rolled his eyes.

"Master, you can't do business like this."

Xiao Wang tried to reason with him.

"Hey, I told you, I won't take pictures of you. There are too many of you five, so I can't take a clear picture. Let's divide them into two groups. Or get together in a group, with the taller one standing behind."

They couldn't accept the master's suggestion.

We went out to play together and wanted to take a group photo together.It’s a very meaningful photo. Who wants to show only their head?
Only Teacher Li knows why this master doesn't do business.

In this instant photography mode, there are two things that need to be fixed, one is the camera, and the other is the photo point.

Well, didn’t you see a shallow circle drawn with chalk on the brick floor in front of you?

If everyone does not stand in the circle, the camera will be out of focus and the picture will be blurry.

The most common cameras these days are not portable ones. They are expensive things and look very impressive when slung on your chest.

To use a more vivid metaphor, it’s like hanging a 14-inch black and white TV on your chest, with a [-]% chance of turning heads.

Both are equally priced.

But the one in front of me is a tripod holding up a large box, covered with thick velvet, forming a small dark room.

Standard for photo studios.

The structure of the camera is complex and difficult for ordinary people to play with. When the master sets up a stall here, he will adjust the focus, aperture and speed in advance, and finally make slight adjustments based on changes in weather and brightness.

Only in this way can we ensure the highest efficiency and realize assembly line operations.

Whenever the camera is moved, it takes time to adjust it again.

Li Jiankun stepped forward, ready to chat. Xiao Wang was in high spirits, how could he spoil his mood?

That's right, it's pampering.

"Master, how much does it cost to take a photo of you?"

"1 fast."

"Move the camera and take a picture for us. I'll tell you how to sell it for 1 yuan."

"Comrade, please don't cause trouble, okay? As you say, everyone agrees with the price. If I raise the price, who will ask me to shoot it?"

There are four or five people doing this business in the square, and the price difference of fifty cents is completely worth waiting in line for the common people these days.

Li Jiankun raised his hand, pointed at the group of people watching the stroller, and said:
"If you bring a children's car to assist in taking photos, those who bring their children here to play for the first time can still run away? You not only take photos, but also provide props, why not charge an extra 5 cents?"

Excuse!
The master’s eyes lit up, what a great idea!

You don’t need to think too hard, you can figure it out right away.

It also inspired him greatly, as if a window had opened on his forehead.

"How to say?"

"Brother, you are awesome! Yes, thank you. I will arrange it for you."

The Three Musketeers and Xiao Wang both smiled crookedly, it must be Jiankun.

Lao Gao sighed: "This is the power of knowledge."

Li Jiankun touched the tip of his nose and said, "Don't force yourself. This is not taught in school."

"Come on, three, two, one."

"boom!"

That’s right, a bang, not a click.

Time was frozen, and five smiling faces filled with youth were recorded in the camera.

On February 1979, 2, a photo was taken in Tiananmen Square.There is a small square table next to it, and another young man works with it, collecting money and recording addresses. When the photos are developed, they will be mailed.

No one doubts their integrity.

These days, people still maintain mutual trust and innocence.

After visiting Tiananmen Square, the five of them discussed their next stop.

"Wangfujing Xinhua Bookstore!"

Lao Gao and Xiao Wu said in unison.

It seemed like it was a dream place.

That's right. This bookstore, which is the same age as the Republic of China, is currently the largest in the country. It was upgraded again in 70, and the total area of ​​the library building reached 6300 square meters.

People these days love books. There is a saying that if you don’t visit Wangfujing Bookstore in the capital, your visit is in vain.

Brother Qiang and Xiao Wang have no objections.

Li Jiankun scratched his head. Are you serious about visiting this place on Sunday?

Okay, I can't bear to see Lao Gao and Xiao Wu not go there. I can just take a walk to Wangfujing, it's a lively place.

Anyway, it wasn’t far, so the five of them wandered over.

The name Wangfujing Street disappeared from street signs for more than 1965 years. It was changed to People's Street in [-] and was renamed last year.

Since the Yuan Dynasty, this has been one of the busiest streets in Beijing. In 1935, the first asphalt road in Beijing was built.

These days, it is known as the Golden Street.

The so-called Golden Street is full of books and enriches the capital with culture.

This is the destination of Xiao Wu and Lao Gao.

Well, it has nothing to do with Li Jiankun.

"My God, this..."

"A lot of people!"

Before they got closer, Xiao Wu and Lao Gao stared at each other.

In front of the Xinhua Bookstore, I saw a mass of human heads. From a distance, it looked like a blue octopus, with several tentacles branching out from behind, spreading along the street.

Can't see the end.

It was an exaggeration many times greater than the scenes Li Jiankun had seen in the small town of Haidian.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it next time, it's Sunday."

Brother Qiang comforted him: "There are so many shops, let's go shopping."

It can only be like this.

The five people walked along the street, looking left and right, and Xiao Wang's attention was attracted by a trust store.

It is also called a consignment store, selling used goods on behalf of others. The difference in Xianyu’s offline model in the future is that there are really good goods in it.

Xiao Wang spotted a Taishi chair through the window, and after entering the store, he rushed towards it.

"My little comrade has good taste. It's made of sandalwood and is an old item."

The waiter was a middle-aged uncle who came over with a smile.

"How to sell?"

"It's not expensive, 80 yuan."

Damn it, it's not expensive at all. The Three Musketeers were shocked. An old-fashioned chair was sold for eighty yuan.

If you have the money, buy a sofa chair to sit on. Wouldn't it be comfortable?

Xiao Wang wanted to pay for it, but then he thought about it. He didn't have a nest yet, so he was staying at someone else's house.

Li Jiankunte was surprised and asked: "You still like old furniture?"

"What's wrong, it doesn't work. I like all old things, here."

Xiao Wang pulled up a red rope around his neck and hung a pendant. It was the old jade zodiac pig given to him by Li Jiankun.

Wear it close to your body.

Li Jiankun's eyes were bright, brother dei, why didn't you tell me earlier, then this capital city would be in a safe place!
The matter of picking up antiques has always been lingering in his mind. It would be a pity not to pick up antiques, but there are three problems:

Firstly, he doesn't know how to do it, secondly, he's not a true fan, and thirdly, he can't spare the time.

If Xiao Wang has this hobby, box box box!

A plan instantly took shape in Li Jiankun's mind:
He made money quickly and provided money for Xiao Wang to collect antiques. If something happened one day, Xiao Wang would always help him back... Be good!
Even God can't kill their combination of a capital giant and a big collector!

But there is one restriction: Xiao Wang doesn’t understand either.

In the antique industry, the water will get deeper and deeper in the future. If you really want to enter the industry, you must develop a sharp eye.

Self-study and reading some books may not be effective, and it will take a long time.

The best way is to find a real boss in the antiques industry and let Xiao Wang work hard.

(End of this chapter)