Since 1983

On December 29th, it was very cold.

Lin San was wrapped in a big padded jacket, holding a box, and walked on the street with one deep foot and one shallow foot. He is a worker from a nearby county town. His real name is not good-sounding, and he is the third eldest at home.

In response to the government's call, he also raised two pots of flowers. Recently, his family's money was tight and the year was approaching, so he wanted to go to the city to try his luck.

After inquiring all the way, I found Hongqi Street with great difficulty, and found that there was no crowd of people in the legend, but instead formed a stream of people going out.

"Brother, this flower market is closed? Why are you all out?" He stopped one to ask.

"There are activities going on over there, hey, don't drag me!"

The other party slapped and pulled, and rushed out of the way. Lin San took a look in again, and the flower market seemed a little deserted, he made up his mind, and simply followed the crowd.

Not long after, we arrived at Stalin Avenue.

Here is the sea of ​​people, crowded like a can of sardines, the cold wind is blocked everywhere, and it is actually a little warmer.

Lin San tried his best to squeeze past a few people, but couldn't get in again, so he had to stand outside and watch. I saw a small space in front of the department store, and a person stood there, holding a microphone and saying:

"My name is Guo Fengyi, and many people may know me. I have been growing flowers for more than ten years. I have grown from penniless to successful, and now I have my own flower company. It can be said that I have watched the Clivia business step by step. come today.

Now that the government strongly supports it, Clivia has become a market flower, and it has to be exported to earn foreign exchange. When I see this environment, I feel very excited. I can’t do without the help of many people... In order to celebrate the Chinese New Year, and to give back to the elders in my hometown and make some contributions to the cause of Clivia, I specially invited two industry experts. Hold a Kao Contest.

Starting today, for a period of four days, everyone voluntarily signs up for the competition, and we will make a judgment. On the fourth day, we will compete with the high-quality Clivia selected earlier, and finally decide the top three.

First place, number one among flowers, that is, our Kao! I personally reward 10,000 yuan!

The second place, the second place in the list, will be rewarded with 5,000 yuan!

The third place, the flower among the flowers, will be rewarded with 3,000 yuan..."

Buzz buzz!

Lin San couldn't hear what was said clearly, his ears were filled with overwhelming din, and his blood rushed upwards.

10,000 yuan, my monthly salary is 50 yuan, 500 yuan a year, and 20 years will be enough!

He only felt that his eyes were gray, the voice seemed to have fallen to the ground, and the crowd seemed to stand still for a moment, and then they suddenly started, rushing forward like crazy.

He pushed the person in front, and was also pushed by the person behind. His feet were almost off the ground, and he also moved forward, and then stopped again.

I don't know what happened in such a mess, Lin San actually felt a little hot, unbuttoned the big padded jacket, and the hot air was still pouring in.

After waiting for a long time, he finally got to the front of the line and was stopped by someone just as he was about to enter the gate.

"Sign up for the competition?"

"ah!"

"Pay the registration fee of five yuan first."

"five yuan?!!"

Lin San almost jumped up, five yuan was enough for him to eat for several days, he wanted to leave, but saw that a few people beside him had already paid to enter the door, so he had a second thought.

My own flowers are not bad. If I win the first prize, I will get a bonus of 10,000 yuan! He didn't realize the value of other things, he just stared at this, became cruel, and paid the money to enter the door.

After entering, there was another queue, but there were many more railings, which were strung together with ropes and artificially separated into three rows.

He followed the team in a daze, and when there were only a few people left in front of him, he saw a young man wearing glasses sitting on a table with a name tag on it.

"Class C, no qualification for the next round."

"What the hell? I've raised flowers for more than half a year, and you give them a grade C?"

A bald head suddenly jumped out and yelled, "What kind of shit expert are you? You're just a scammer. I'm not playing anymore. Give me five dollars!"

The bald head is vicious and fierce, looking like he is ready to fight at any time.

The young man was very gentle, and said with a smile: "We didn't force you to sign up, it's all voluntary. Since you are here for the competition, I, as a judge, must be fair and just. Good flowers are good, and bad are bad. If your flowers are not high enough, But I gave it the first class, that's cheating people out of money, and it's unfair to others."

"That's right, why are you arguing if you can't afford it?"

"Get out of here, others are still queuing up!"

"go out!"

"go out!"

As soon as everyone echoed, the bald head also faltered, and left angrily holding the pot of broken flowers.

Soon it was Lin San's turn.

"Hi, let me see your flowers." The young man smiled.

"Ah, oh oh!"

He quickly opened the box and took out a pot of Clivia.

"The heat preservation measures are well done, and I love flowers."

The young man commented on the wooden box first, and then observed carefully, "This is a big victory for you, how many years have you kept it?"

"It's been more than two years. It didn't bloom the first year, but it only bloomed this year." Lin San's voice was trembling.

"The leaves are medium wide, short pointed, shiny and waxy, smooth to the touch, with narrow veins and obvious protrusions, big bright red flowers and neat, good quality..."

He nodded, and took a picture of a strange red piece of paper, "Class A, you can participate in the next round, go over there to register first."

Lin San was still in a daze, and carried the flowers to the table next to him. One of Guo Fengyi's employees was in charge of registering and measuring them with a ruler.

"Lin Youdan, No. XX Street, XX County, X County, a plant of Great Victory, with 70 leaves and six flowers..."

"Put this away, and come to the finals in a few days."

"oh oh!"

It was only now that Lin San realized that only the first-class people could participate in the final selection. He looked at the card again, and inexplicably the word "professional" popped up.

He walked out of the hall, and the cold wind blew outside, sobering up a lot, but then he was frightened by several people rushing up.

"Wait how long?"

"How many ratings?"

"A, A and so on."

"Is there any red paper?"

"have……"

Lin San shook out the red piece of paper, and the eyes of those people lit up, and they were eager to grab it.

"Five thousand, sell me five thousand!"

"Fuck off, the first guy will give you five thousand when he waits for you? I'll give you ten thousand, ten thousand!"

"I have no sincerity at all, I will pay 20,000 yuan!"

Twenty thousand!

He shook again, and immediately wanted to blurt out, sold. But for some reason, my usually not very bright head suddenly turned around. If I get the first prize, oh no, even if I get a third prize, it will be more than 20,000 yuan, right?

"I don't want to sell it or not, I still choose Kao!"

Resisting the impulse, he walked down the steps, but was stopped by another person.

"Hi, I'm a reporter from "Clivia Daily". Did you just come out after participating in the selection?"

"Uh yes."

"Then can you tell me how you feel, how does it feel?"

"Feel……"

In just half a day, Lin San had already experienced a big battle that he had never seen in half his life. He calmed down in his heart and tried to calm down and said: "It feels very good. There are three experts in there. They are very kind and capable. gave me a first class."

"Then can I see your flowers?"

"Okay."

He held out the flowers again, and the people around him rushed up, discussing in a hurry.

"This big victory is short-lived, but its appearance is really good, no wonder it is awarded the first grade."

"The experts in it are quite reliable, but mine was awarded the second grade. I still don't accept it. They explained it to me meticulously."

"The one who showed me was a young guy named Liu. He is really professional. Anyway, I am convinced."

"Hey, mine is also an expert Liu. Those from the capital don't show off at all, and their attitude is super good."

"Crack!"

The reporter snapped this photo, and took a separate one for Lin San.

He had been photographed twice in half his life, and he was at a loss and extremely stiff. After the reporter left, Lin San was not in a hurry to go home, and simply wandered around the mall to see what was going on.

…………

"Compared with some people, I have some experience, but compared with many old-timers, I am still a newcomer. But since this Kao competition is held, I have the cheek to be a judge.

Let me introduce the two next to you, you should know each other, Mr. Yang Zonghai. "

Hush!

The audience applauded one after another, Yang Zonghai was also a well-known big flower grower, and was pulled over by Guo Fengyi to fill the scene.

"This is Mr. Liu Qinghou. Regardless of his young age, he is very knowledgeable. I specially invited him from the capital."

Hush!

Everyone didn't know each other before, but now they do, and many of them have been commented on.

Guo Fengyi is worthy of being a character. It was his first time to hold an event, but he adapted very well. "More than 300 people signed up this morning, and we will continue in the afternoon. We have nothing to do, so we will take the opportunity of the noon break to give a small lecture to talk about how Judge the quality of Clivia."

In the top ten flower markets in Spring City, 400,000 people are buying and selling flowers every day, but there has never been such an opportunity, and I even found a few experts to give you lectures.

Everyone occupied the first floor to the brim, and if they couldn't stand up, they crowded outside and listened against the big glass. Men, women, young and old, all were silent, their faces full of suppressed frenzy and madness.

Looking at this scene, Guo Fengyi couldn't help being excited even though he had seen strong winds and waves.

Director Liu is right. The market looks prosperous, but it is disorganized and lacks organization. We all know that good flowers sell high and bad flowers sell low, but how to judge good and bad? Who decides?

He didn't fully comprehend it when he accepted the proposal, but now he understands: the one who takes the initiative first has the final say!

(and in the evening...)