Chapter 9 part one 9

The stupid dragonfly hugged its own tail and gnawed, thinking it had caught a big fat bug. Can't wait for the cheap Looking at his watch, there are still three hours to go. Xiaoqiang rushed out of the airport with only one goal in mind - to buy the best camera for Feifei. This idea has been circling in Xiaoqiang's mind for a long time.Feifei has loved photography since she was a student and always carries a camera.Several times Xiaoqiang drove her by car.Feifei would suddenly yell "Stop! Stop!" Xiaoqiang was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes, and the two of them almost fell over at the same time.

Then, I saw Feifei raised the camera to snap a picture.The wonderful thing is that cats fighting and oxen pulling carts all become so beautiful in Feifei's lens.Even the air pollution in Taipei can be photographed as a misty dream. "It would be even better if Feifei had a new camera!" Xiaoqiang finally stopped when he saw a photographic equipment store. Although Xiaoqiang is not an expert in cameras, he is not an amateur either. Especially in the past six months, in addition to frequently asking Feifei, whenever he sees someone taking a photo, he will always look at it to see the appearance and brand of the machine.He had already made up his mind to buy a fully automatic Mita camera for Feifei.

"And if the focal length can be changed, Feifei won't have to carry multiple lenses." Xiaoqiang asked the price while thinking. Even in Hong Kong, a tax-free shopping paradise, Mita cameras are not cheap.Especially the wide-angle 2.8 lens is more expensive. But Xiaoqiang is very shrewd. He has been doing business on both sides of the Taiwan Strait for four years. "Give me a business card!" Xiaoqiang said to the clerk while writing the greeting model and price on the business card: "This is your lowest price, I want to compare prices!" Get out of this store and into that store.Xiaoqiang compares with his family, and the more he asks, the more expert he becomes.

"Those clerks know that I am an expert just by hearing me tell the model and characteristics." Xiaoqiang thought proudly: "The price will naturally be kept to the lowest." It's just that after walking several streets, the prices are almost the same.Xiaoqiang was about to stop here and pick a cheaper one.Fortunately, the last one is finally on the right track! When the other party said the price, Xiaoqiang could hardly believe his ears. "Are you sure it's the Mita G5, the latest machine?" Xiaoqiang asked again cautiously, thinking how it could be a quarter cheaper than others.

"Of course! We buy directly from the factory, which is guaranteed to be much cheaper than others." The boss laughed: "Do you want to buy it or not? Or do you want to compare a few more? If you want to tell me quickly, I have to send someone to get the goods." "Get the goods?" "Because our price is low, it sells quickly, and it's just sold out. I'm going to get it now, it's very close, and I'll get it back in five minutes." Xiaoqiang looked at his watch. It was only an hour before the departure time of the flight back to Taipei.

"Okay! I'll buy it." He said and took out a traveler's check. The problem is that the traveler's check has been signed long ago, and the younger brother sent out to pick up the goods has not returned after more than ten minutes. Xiaoqiang glanced at his watch.The store owner was also anxious, and kept calling to find him, but he couldn't get through.Finally got through, it turned out that because the warehouse was out of stock, the younger brother went to another warehouse. Putting down the phone, the boss walked up to Xiaoqiang and asked in a low voice, "Brother! There is one thing I don't quite understand. Why do you insist on this kind of Mita?" After pondering for a while, the boss slowly opened the window and took out a Kang Ni's machine: "Seeing that your brother is also an expert, why don't you buy this kind of machine? Take a look at the lens, how heavy! It's metal. It's not like Mita, it's plastic. This kind of price is just a little bit more expensive , but good!"

After taking over the machine, it is indeed much heavier than the Mita seen in other houses. "How much?" Xiaoqiang asked, "You can't be considered expensive!" "Joke!" The boss patted Xiaoqiang: "Have you asked hundreds of companies? Why did you choose me? Just because I am cheaper than others, right?" Then he patted Xiaoqiang: "This is just a suggestion, if you insist, We'll just wait for Mita." Xiaoqiang looked at his watch, counted the cash on his body, and even made up the remaining RMB, which was still a little short. "Forget about the money! Seeing how sincere your brother is, I'll sell it to you!" The boss smiled boldly: "Don't forget to introduce more customers to us in the future."

Xiaoqiang's heart beat violently until he got into the plane.He knew it was exciting.He also knew that Feifei would be even more excited when she got the Conny camera. "If I were in Taiwan, I'm afraid it would cost more than 60,000 yuan. Who would have thought that I would bump into it by accident! And it's so cheap." Xiaoqiang's heart beat faster. "Oh my God! A Connie! My colleague just bought one. I'm so envious that I own it myself." Feifei hugged Xiaoqiang tightly and kissed. "Yes! It only cost me more than a month's salary!" Xiaoqiang said, "I didn't expect that!"

Holding the camera, Feifei suddenly raised her head and stared at Xiaoqiang. "How much did you pay for it?" "Forty thousand Taiwan dollars." "A joke! My friend bought it in Taiwan and it only cost 30,000." "Think about it" After reading this story, you may want to ask: "If Xiaoqiang had to buy Mita, would he have made money?" ----------------------------------------------- God put me on earth just to get a certain job done. Now I'm still behind most, and I'll never die. never give a damn Read the biography of Hemingway, the "spirit of literature in the twentieth century".The author wrote about Hemingway's life in hundreds of thousands of words, but ended with a few simple sentences:

"He (Hemingway) loaded two cartridges, carefully placed the butt of the gun on the ground, leaned forward, put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead just above the eyebrows, and pulled the trigger." What a scene!The powerful explosive force of the double-barreled shotgun must have blown off half of Hemingway's head. It reminds me of the great painter Van Gogh. His suicide was also tragic. Not only was he shot in the stomach, but he also cut off his own ears before he died. There is also a Japanese writer, Yasunari Kawabata, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature, who committed suicide with a gas pipe in his mouth.As for the more miserable one, Yukio Mishima died of seppuku; anyone who commits seppuku must ask a "wrong person" to cut off his head, so Mishima's death is "decapitated".

Why seek death? They are all accomplished people, why bother to seek death?Could it be that they ended their lives because they felt that their "creation and life" had come to an end, their contribution to the world was over, and life was no longer meaningful? If this is the case, I have a little understanding.The question is, why do so many young children commit suicide? Do they also feel that their contribution to the world is over?Where is their contribution?I only know that they were raised by their parents, who spent a lot of money and blood and sweat from their parents and teachers, and left everyone with infinite sorrow.Where is their contribution? Is it because they are too cared for?They don't have to earn money to support their families, they don't have to worry about unemployment, they don't even have to wash dishes and sweep the floor.They were told again and again: "You don't have to do anything, just study hard and get into a good school." Now I understand!They commit suicide for the same reasons as Hemingway, but in reverse.Hemingway may feel that he can no longer contribute, so living is meaningless, and they don't know what good contributions to make, so living is meaningless. People come to this world to give People come to this world not to consume, but to contribute!Look at those parents with many children who have worked hard all their lives; when they are old, they still have to run around to help take care of their grandchildren at various children's homes. Don't they live happily?Even if they complain sometimes, as long as you see them busy, busy and healthy, healthy and long-lived, you are happy. On the contrary, those who have a lot of money but have no children.Why would you adopt a child, or focus on your career, even after retirement, you still have to work as volunteers everywhere.Why don't they try to have a leisure time, eat, drink, sleep and sleep, and "eat and wait to die"? The phrase "waiting for death" is really clever. When a person no longer contributes, no longer gives love, but just dawdles, he is "waiting for death".The ancients said that "people without long-term worries must have near-term worries."I often say that "people have long-term worries without near-term worries."You will find that those who have no worries about food and clothing, and do not worry about their children and grandchildren, seem to be standing on the avenue of life. The front is flat, without hills or forests. A terrible thing awaits him - death. How can a person who often thinks that death is waiting for him be happy? To be responsible is to live meaningfully! I used to teach a foreign student who didn't graduate from high school. His hair was messed up and his face was full of thoughts. He looked like someone in his fifties or sixties.He studied Chinese painting because he wanted to obtain the "Tao" through the ink and wash of Chinese painting; he wanted to "get the Tao" because he felt that life was too empty. He felt that life was boring all day long, and often sat across from me, looking at me with strange eyes.After half a day, say: "Professor, I almost died yesterday." Then he gestured with two fingers: "It's just a little bit worse, and it's over. But do you know? I thought I haven't returned your drawing. I won't return it today, other students I can't borrow it. So, I didn't pull the trigger." God!My drawing (that is, the painting lent to the students for copying) actually saved his life.However, from what he said, why do people live? People live out of responsibilities, not without responsibilities. Later, he went to India for a while.Not only have I graduated from university, but I am also married and have two children. I am living a fulfilling life. Every time he talked about his suicide attempt before, he waved his hand: "Oh! Why do you keep chasing me? What did I know at that time?" The question is, if he had pulled the trigger that night, where would he be now? Who saved him?Not only the responsibility of returning the drawings saved him, but also the suffering people in India saved him.When he came back from India, his face was full of pain and joy, and he said in pain, "Why? Why? There are so poor people in the world, life would be better than death!" "But they're trying to live!" I said. He was delighted again and said, "Yes! Only after seeing them, I feel happy. They are all living so seriously, how can I die?"