Ziguang Depot, the name is loud, Xiao Shunzi and Baoqing glanced at each other and nodded approvingly.

"Kunzi, you are the big shopkeeper of our Ziguang Depot."

Chen Zikun hurriedly waved his hand: "I can't do that, the boss has to open both official and private, and I can stand, I am a newcomer, I am not familiar with people, how can I do this, I think it is more reliable for this shopkeeper to let Uncle Xue be the boss." ”

"My dad?" Baoqing wondered.

"Yes, Inspector Xue is the most suitable." Chan said.

"But my father has an errand." Baoqing scratched his head, puzzled.

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "You just have to tell me, whether you agree or not is Uncle Xue's own business." ”

……

Xue Pingshun from the Qianmen Police Station dragged his tired steps towards home, he sat in the teahouse for another day today, and he didn't do anything.

Every morning he polished his old leather shoes and went out pretending to be on a bad trip, but in fact, his patrol envoy had been dismissed, because he took Chen Sanpi to the door of the horse house that day, which made Li Gongzheng and Ma Gongzuo lose face.

Since the year when the Qing Dynasty ran a new patrol police, Xue Pingshun has been a patrol police for fifteen years, fifteen years, there is no merit and hard work, saying that the revolution will be opened, and his colleagues intercede for him, but it is said that there is no room for maneuver in this matter, Xue Pingshun is old and frail, and he is no longer suitable to be a patrol policeman.

But Lao Xue is only in his early forties this year, and it is a good time for him to be in the prime of life.

The Xue family relied on Xue Pingshun's maintenance of seven yuan a month, seeing that the New Year had arrived, the debts had not been paid, but the messenger was gone, not to mention that the New Year was gone, and even the family's chewing grain was gone, Xue Pingshun seemed to be ten years old overnight, and his steps were more faltering than before.

When I returned to my home in the courtyard, I hung my hat on the wall, and when I looked back, there were a few dishes and a pot of wine on the table, and Bao Qing said happily: "Dad, there is a good thing." ”

"What's the good thing?"

"Da Kunzi bought four foreign cars and opened a purple light depot, I want to ask you to be the shopkeeper, I'm afraid that the messenger at your police station can't push it off, after all, I have been working for more than ten years, and I have feelings......

Xue Pingshun's spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly said: "It is not a common law to patrol the police, doing a small business is the right way, I can't do it as a shopkeeper, it's okay to do a miscellaneous." ”

Baoqing was pleasantly surprised: "Dad, did you agree?" ”

Xue Pingshun nodded, and there was a burst of emotion in his heart, Chen Zikun was more careful than his own son, he must have seen that he had lost his mission, so he invited himself to come to the depot to take charge.

This kid has a good heart.

……

Early the next morning, Xiao Shunzi set off a firecracker at the gate of the miscellaneous courtyard to announce the opening of the Ziguang Depot, and the old and young masters were all wearing the clothes of the guests and clustered around the four foreign cars.

There are countless car factories in the inner and outer cities of Beijing, many of them are like the "Wufutang" in the headlines of Chongwai, the "Maliu" and "Prosperous" outside Chaoyangmen, at least there are two or three hundred cars, and there are one or two dozen cars, but like the Ziguang Depot, a miniature depot that dares to open with only four cars has really never been seen.

These four cars are really beautiful, a water of carved purple paint, the handlebar has a warm cotton sleeve, the curtain is inlaid with glass, the most conspicuous is that there are four calcium carbide lamps hanging on the left and right sides of the pedal, that is called a style, the four lights hanging in Beijing are the first one, such a beautiful car, do not find a few young and strong, tall and long legs of the strong guy pull, I am sorry for it.

Originally, Baoqing was responsible for pulling a car, but he promised to give Dr. Stanley a monthly package, and the eldest husband said that it was difficult to chase the horse, so he could only give the opportunity to others, Xiao Shunzi looked at the car and was greedy, but no matter how beautiful the foreign car was, it couldn't compare to the attraction of the Six Nations Hotel, so he couldn't join.

It doesn't matter, there are not many others in Beijing, that is, there are the most idlers who can't eat, Inspector Xue is familiar with each other, and soon found three young men from the neighborhood, all of whom are honest young people, and they can rest assured that there is still one car left, which will be pulled by Chen Zikun, the owner of the car factory.

Xue Pingshun is the shopkeeper of the car factory, collecting car rents and checking vehicle losses, although there are only four cars now, and there is no need for special personnel to manage them, but Chen Zikun has taken precautions and has great ambitions, and he wants to make Ziguang Automobile Dealership a large car factory in Beijing, so regardless of the scale, the system must be set up first.

Ziguang depot opened, Xue Pingshun also went to the municipal office to apply for a depot license, he is a local in Beijing, the depot has to use his name to register, before leaving Chen Zikun took a business card to him: "Take this, maybe it's good." ”

Xue Pingshun saw that it was a film of Xu Guodong, the director of the police station in the outer city, and immediately smiled: "That's definitely good." ”

The four cars were all let go, and Chen Zikun pulled the foreign car and went straight to Shijuma Street, took the car at the door of the Lin Mansion, and began to wait for people.

At this time, Lin Zhai was receiving guests, and a middle-aged man with stiff hair and a mustache was sitting in the living room, chatting and laughing with Lin Zhimin and his wife.

"Mr. Zhou, thank you for introducing the driver to our family, that young man is nice and energetic, but our family now uses a car, so ......," Mrs. Lin said politely in a Shanghainese Chinese.

The middle-aged man pulled the ivory cigarette holder out of his mouth, spit out a puff of smoke and said: "It's okay, I'm also doing it with a little effort, and I ask a coachman introduced by an old patrol officer I know." ”

"That's good, Brother Shuren, the insider is like this, she can't see the existence of the exploiting class, she thinks that taking a rickshaw is exploitation, and taking a car is not exploitation." Mr. Lin quipped.

The middle-aged humanitarian: "The driver driving a car is also a kind of labor, and it can only be said that riding a car is a different nature of exploitation." ”

Everyone laughed, and talked about some family things, and the middle-aged man got up and said goodbye: "I have a New Year's greeting to you, I still have something to do." ”

Mrs. said, "I happen to be going to Dong'an Market, so I'll give you a ride." ”

The middle-aged man said: "It's not the same way, it's not on the way, I'll just call a foreign car." ”

Out of the Lin house, and the Lin couple said goodbye, the middle-aged man saw Chen Zikun squatting at the mouth of the alley, and waved his hand: "Rubber!" ”

Chen Zikun straightened up, looked at this middle-aged man, not tall, full of energy, with a tap pen pinned to the front of his coat, looking like a cultural person, he didn't want to pull him, but somehow, he said in a ghostly way: "Where are you?" ”

"Xizhimen, how much is it?" The middle-aged man stepped into the car.

"Two eldest sons." Chan picked up the car and left.

The New Year is approaching, the people on the street are scarce, the snow of the previous days is over, a road is straight, the north wind is howling, blowing the floating soil on the road clean, the bare tree forks trembling in the wind, this day is really cold.

Chen Zikun spread his legs and ran on the empty road, and suddenly an old woman crossed by the side of the road, Chen Zikun hurriedly slowed down and gave way, but the handlebar still grabbed the old woman's open cotton vest, and the person slowly fell down and lay in front of the car.

"It's nothing, let's go of yours." The middle-aged man said.

Chen Zikun squatted down and helped the old woman up, this old woman reminded him of Xing'er Niang, who was still walking on the street on a cold day, and must be running around for life.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"I fell." The old woman said weakly.

Chen Zikun looked around and saw a patrol station, so he helped the old woman over, came to the patrol station and asked for a bowl of hot water for her to drink slowly, and asked her where her family lived. 、

"My family is in Gaobeidian, and I came to the city to look for my son."

"What's your son's name and where does he live?"

"My son is a young Fangguan, and he is an apprentice in the city."

"In which shop did you apprentice?"

"Can't find it...... At first, he said that he was an apprentice in a shop in Dashilar, but they said that he ran away the year before last, my son. The old woman's tears fell down her eyes, and the cry was sad.

Chen Zikun was dumbfounded, what can I do, looking at the old man like this, I am afraid that he has no money on his body, and if he is left outside on a cold day, he will not freeze to death.

The patrol officer followed and advised: "Old man, don't be sad, I advise you to hurry back to Gaobeidian." ”

"There is no one at home, I just came to look for my son, the house has collapsed, where should I go back." The old man sighed, stood up and said, "Thank you two, you are good people, I am leaving." ”

Chen Zikun stood up suddenly: "Wait, there is no place to go in the cold weather, you can rest first, and I will go there later." ”

The old woman was stunned, and Chen Zikun said to the patrol police: "Dude, please tell Mr. outside, I can't pull him." ”

The patrol officer went out, and Chen Zikun asked the old woman carefully about his son, but he still couldn't find a clue.

After a while, the patrolman came back with a large handful of copper dollars, "That gentleman is really kind enough to let me give you this money." ”

"Thank you." Chen Zikun took the money, ran out first to buy six hot meat buns, wrapped them in lotus leaves, took them back, and put them in front of the old man.

"Eat, put some stomach first."

The old man was moved to tears, and he didn't know what to say.

"Eat as much as you want, there's boiling water here, don't choke." The young patrolman poured her another bowl of water.

After eating the steamed buns, the old woman's spirit lifted up a little, and Chen Zikun let her get in the car and pulled all the way back to the courtyard.

Seeing Chen Zikun pull back a homeless old lady, everyone was stunned, co-authored with Da Kunzi not only drove the factory, but also ran a good hall, but there was really no place to live in the courtyard, even Chen Zikun was making do everywhere, how could he have time to place this old lady.

Chen Zikun said: "The road to heaven is endless, and the more you feel that it is dark, the closer you are to the last moment of light. ”

Sure enough, when it was close to noon, someone came over and spread the word that the old man Zhao Yuchen was going to move back to his hometown in Baoding, and the small courtyard here was empty and empty, and he was going to rent it out, and asked Chen Zikun Chen Shaoxia if he was interested.

"Look, luck is coming." Chen Zikun was overjoyed and immediately agreed.

What made him even happier was that the old man Zhao Yuchen's house was in Xuanwumen, and it was a distance from Citi Clinic and Lin Mansion.