Director Tan smiled and put out his cigarette and said, "I'm not a bandit or a bully! I heard people say it costs two or three yuan elsewhere."
"What place? Who can think so hard? Who is going to buy two or three pieces of pork at a state-owned food station for only 65 cents a pound? Not to mention there is less wild boar oil," Li Laifu continued to ramble.
Director Tan smiled and said: "You little naughty boy, you don't tell the truth. Forget it, I'll give you one yuan per catty. Can't you call me Uncle Tan in vain?"
Li Laifu scratched his head and said: "Uncle Tan, let's talk about it. I call you uncle? You didn't give me a greeting gift? Pork costs one yuan per catty? Why does it seem like I'm taking advantage?"
Director Tan smiled and said, "I won't pretend this time. Do you think anyone can call me uncle?"
Li Laifu made a joke and sat on the chair or stool, took out the Chinese cigarette and handed it to him.
Director Tan was stunned for a moment and said: "Where did this kid learn this trick? He still has two packs of cigarettes in his pocket, and is he serving dishes to others?"
"Uncle Tan, you have wronged me. I have always smoked Daqianmen cigarettes. Others gave me Chinese cigarettes."
Anyway, this is what everyone asks, smoke Chinese every day? Pretending to be cool is easy to get struck by lightning.
"There are cups and tea leaves there. You can make the water yourself! I'll go out and weigh the pig for you," Director Tan didn't dwell on the previous question.
After taking a look at the tea box, which was full of tea foam, he said, "What's the point? The drink is also high-quality," Li Laifu muttered with contempt on his face.
In just ten minutes, Director Tan had a bicycle certificate and a handful of money.
"The little wild boar weighs 56 pounds. I'll give you 56 yuan, plus your bicycle certificate," Director Tan said, handing him the money and certificate.
Li Laifu happily took his bicycle pass and said, "Uncle Tan, I'm leaving first."
Director Tan waved his hand and said, "Let's go! Go to the next street to register as well and tell Director Zhang that you have a bicycle."
Li Laifu nodded and went out. These days, bicycles need to be registered in the street. If there are activities on the street, or is it rated as a civilized street? You can either borrow a car, put a flag on your own car seat and run around, or an older young man is getting married, etc. You have to contribute when it is needed.
At this time, if a man marries a bride, the street will arrange a few bicycles to form a convoy to show off if the road is far away, so that other streets can see how well our streets are managed. We have a convoy, and the bicycle drivers of this era also It is impossible to treat you to a meal, let alone give you money. At most, I will give you a handful of melon seeds. Of course, just marry a rural wife.
As soon as I walked to the street door..., "Laifu, whose bicycle are you riding? Someone broke it, can you afford to pay for it? You don't have a big deal? Are you borrowing bicycles casually?" He is from the same hospital as him. Old man Zhang stood at the door of the scrap collection station and said.
Li Laifu was stunned as he spoke like a machine gun. He didn't even know he was pushing the bicycle. He took a breath and said, "Grandpa Zhang, I rode your bicycle."
Old man Zhang leaned on the door and said with a smile: "You little bastard, are you awake? Are you still riding my bicycle? How can I have a bicycle?" He was secretly having fun in his heart. If he didn't scold him, it would be in vain. What happened a few days ago? The boy made him so angry.
"You don't have a bicycle? Why are you meddling with that? You gave me a scolding and scared me," Li Laifu said, rolling his eyes.
"Why don't you scare me to death, you little bastard? Just wait? I'll sue your father and beat you up when you get home tonight," Old Man Zhang continued to lean against the door and bicker with him, but he couldn't laugh anymore.
Li Laifu suddenly remembered that he had read novels before? Those seniors often pick up leaks at scrap collection stations. Isn’t this ready-made?
He immediately changed his appearance, parked his bicycle, walked over to the big front door and said, "Grandpa Zhang, let's have a cigarette."
Although Old Man Zhang took the cigarette, he looked at him alertly and said, "What do you want to do? You're not borrowing money from me, are you?"
Li Laifu said seriously: "What are you talking about? Grandpa Zhang, am I a big Qianmen smoker? Will I borrow money from someone like you who smokes eight-cent economy cigarettes? Are you kidding me?"
Old man Zhang sighed in relief and nodded, agreeing with Li Laifu's statement and said, "If you don't want to borrow money, we can have a chat."
Li Laifu pointed at the purchasing station and said, "Grandpa Zhang, can I go in and have a look?"
Old Man Zhang looked him up and down and said, "What, you want to go in and steal something?"
Li Laifu was so angry that the things he said to him were in his throat, and he swallowed them back. He muttered in his heart, no wonder this old man couldn't find a wife, his mouth was not ordinary.
Old man Zhang took a puff of his cigarette, looked at Li Laifu's expression changing, and said generously: "Go on, let's go in and take a look?"
Holding back my anger, I walked around the yard, wanting to curse my mother. There was a pile of scrap metal in the yard, weighing about a hundred kilograms. Under the eaves of the old man's house, there were two bags of chicken and duck feathers, and another Toothpaste tube in a broken iron basin, holy shit? Where is this purchasing station? There are more rags than this, but nothing?
He returned to the door and asked with a smile: "Grandpa Zhang, why don't you have any furniture here? Aren't you hiding the bicycle rack parts? There are also books and so on. Why aren't there even newspapers?" Does he still remember those novels from before? You can find ancient books in books, gold and other things in furniture, but you really can’t get some bicycle parts and build a bicycle together?
Old man Zhang opened the front door and leaned against it, saying, "What's wrong with you? Have your three students ever sold books? What do you use to wipe your butt after selling books? Do you use a stick to scratch?"
Li Laifu stroked his chest and thought to himself, bear it...bear it, this damn old man is still a dick.
"Grandpa Zhang, where is the furniture?"
Old man Zhang said with a look of resentment: "You kid usually looks very smart, why do you ask stupid questions? Our purchasing station? What's the use of collecting wood, but making fire? Besides, people don't know how to make furniture made of good wood. Go to the commission store, not the cultural relics store!”
Old Man Zhang pointed at his nose and said: "Don't ask me if I hid the bicycle rack. You are a thoughtless thing. How long has it been since the bicycle came out? Who is willing to throw away the bicycle even if it is broken? You don't remember you." Is dad a welder? I really can’t do anything to you. If you weren’t from a hospital, I wouldn’t even care about you, a fool like you?”
Holy shit! For being careless, Bai was scolded and offered a cigarette.
Watching Li Laifu walk out. Old man Zhang shouted: "Let's talk for a while longer? I'll run out of cigarettes soon."
Li Laifu got on his bicycle and shouted: "Old man Zhang, we meet in the mountains and rivers."
Old man Zhang looked at Li Laifu with a look of disdain and said: "Have we met again in the mountains and rivers? A little trick? You can still fight against a thief from my hometown! You want to come to the scrap collection station to pick up the leaks, are you crazy?"
After riding for two minutes, Li Laifu finally thought of muttering: "Damn it, I made this damn old man forget to go to the street."
Li Laifu leaned against the wall of the street and walked quietly into the street gate, avoiding the old man's nods, otherwise he would laugh at him again.
There was no one in the big office at this time. I guess all the team leaders had gone off to film. They took out their bicycle certificates and bang, bang, bang! Knocking on the door of Director Zhang's office.
