Three hundred and sixty lines, and he will be the number one scholar.
Each line has its own tricks.
Wang Dakui has a thorough understanding of the pigeon market.
"The rice will be priced according to the price you mentioned."
Brother Ming settled the accounts and took the money from Wang Dakui. Li Aiguo counted out a few more and handed them back.
"Give me a thermos bottle ticket and two soy sauce tickets."
The thermos bottle at home is from before liberation. The iron shell is rusty, the bladder is dangling, and the cork is broken.
When I pick it up and pour water, it always spills on my trouser legs and shoes.
When people see it, they think there is something wrong with one of their abilities.
As an unmarried gay man.
I can't bear it!
Wang Dakui himself is a ticket seller, reselling grain is just a part-time job, and the canvas bags are filled with tickets.
He took out a few and handed them to Li Aiguo: "Brother Aiguo, you have it."
When he spoke, his movements were a little big, and the hair on his head shook. Li Aiguo saw a red and swollen mark on his forehead.
"Dakui, what did you do?"
Wang Dakui hurriedly pulled his hair to cover the traces, and smiled awkwardly: "It fell. As you know, those of us who do this have to walk at night, and we accidentally fell down."
"What happened? My brother was shot. He was embarrassed to say it." Zhang Erpao snorted his nose.
Wang Dakui reached out and slapped him on the forehead: "You unlucky boy, what are you talking about!"
Where there are interests, there are disputes.
The pigeon market is a business market as well as a profit market.
It is normal for competitors to make small moves.
Pigeon Market's business looks profitable, but in fact it's just licking blood on the tip of a knife, with your head in your belt.
Li Aiguo frowned and said:
"Dakui, always showing his face in the pigeon market is not an option. Now the situation is getting more and more tense. The police in the locomotive depot have been notified to strictly investigate the entrained goods."
"Now, agencies at all levels have been notified and are preparing to investigate the pigeon market in the capital."
"Brother Patriot, whoever has some connections will go to the pigeon market to earn a living." Wang Dakui took a deep breath from his cigarette and sighed:
"If I were alone, I could survive no matter what."
"You also know that I'm not in good health, and I'm not an employee. I don't have public medical expenses. I only need five yuan for medicine every month."
As Wang Dakui said this, his expression darkened and his shoulders took a few hits.
He pointed at Zhang Erpao: "Erpao's father has been paralyzed in bed all year round. The whole family relies on my mother to paste paper boxes for others. Without the work of the pigeon market, our family will not be able to survive."
No matter in which era, money is not everything, but it is absolutely impossible to be without money.
Even in this fiery age, there is no exception.
If you don’t have money or a radio ticket, if you go to the street, no one will take the initiative to give you a radio, bend down, bow to you, and shout: "Dad, you come here."
Li Aiguo is not short of money now.
But if you want to do something big after the spring breeze comes, it will be impossible without helpers and foundation.
After pondering for a moment, Li Aiguo briefly introduced the situation of the little black fat man.
"The little black fat man is from the Pigeon Market in Jincheng. He is responsible for purchasing local specialties in Jincheng, and you are responsible for selling the goods in the capital."
"At the same time, you are responsible for purchasing national food stamps in the capital and handing them over to the little black fat man, who will sell them directly in Jincheng."
Wang Dakui's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said, "In this way, we don't need to take risks to receive goods in the market, and we can avoid a lot of risks."
Li Aiguo shook his head: "Not only for receiving goods, but also for shipping, you can also choose some old customers."
"You have accumulated a lot of old customers over the years, right?"
"Of course, my reputation as Wang Dakui is unparalleled in the pigeon market. Many factory leaders and unit directors like to get goods from me."
Wang Dakui took out his cigarette, spread it around, and took a deep breath: "Two days ago, the deputy director of the steel rolling mill named Li specially let me have Xiaozhan Rice, and informed him immediately."
Li Aiguo nodded: "From now on, you will only do business with regular customers, and implement the system of regular customers ordering and delivering to their doorsteps."
Wang Dakui was overjoyed: "In that case, even if the pigeon market is flushed, we will not be involved."
Wang Dakui knew that only Li Aiguo had the ability to transport goods from Beijing to Jincheng.
This big business still needs Li Aiguo to come forward to support it.
"Then what should we do now?" Wang Dakui couldn't wait.
"After three days, when we arrive in Jincheng, I will discuss with the little black fat man. You should not go out at the stall these days. First, go through the list of old customers and visit them one by one to see what they need. We can arrange them as needed. purchase."
"Don't worry, I will definitely handle it properly for you."
Wang Dakui was overjoyed and waved his hand and said: "We are called to promote trade exchanges between Beijing and Tianjin!"
Zhang Erpao pursed his nose: "Follow Brother Patriot, let's become bigger and stronger!"
Li Aiguo: "."
He always felt that these two people were not as reliable as the fat little black guy.
Seeing that it was getting late, Li Aiguo stood up and was about to leave.
After leaving the house, an old voice sounded from the next house.
"Is it patriotism?"
Wang Dakui opened the door first.
The room was dark and smelled of dampness and decay.
Under the dim light, Da Kuiniang sat cross-legged on the bed, pasting paper boxes.
Da Kuiniang worked as a helper in the landlord's house in her early years.
In the middle of winter, when the weather was freezing, he was driven into the snow to help the landlord's son catch sparrows.
I spent a whole day flopping around in the snow, which caused the root problem of Lao Han's legs.
Now that the weather is warm, I can still move, but if it's cold, I can only lie in bed.
Seeing Li Aiguo, Da Kuiniang was holding on to the fire bed and was about to get down. However, her legs and feet were not good, so she had to use a cane to get out of bed.
Li Aiguo strode in, held her arm, and helped her to a chair.
"Mom, if you are not feeling well, please don't get up."
Da Kui Niang took Li Ai Guo's hand: "Ai Guo, listen to Da Kui, are you now a train driver?"
"I just got in the car not long ago."
"You are also a person in the scene now. If you see a suitable girl, help Dakui introduce her to her."
Da Kuiniang sighed: "Our family's situation does not require other girls' conditions. As long as it rains, you just know how to run home."
"You train drivers often go to remote places. You can find one and bring it back."
Wang Dakui's face turned red when he heard this.
"Mom, what are you talking about? Patriotism doesn't come easily, you're just talking about this."
"Besides, this is not the same as before liberation. There are no women fleeing along the railway tracks."
Da Kui Niang said: "Da Kui, you are not young anymore. When your father was your age, you could help me work in the fields."
"It's not that mother is anxious, it's because she is afraid that our old Wang family will have no heirs!"
There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest is not having an heir. No matter how unwilling Wang Dakui was, he could not say a word "no".
Seeing his embarrassment, Li Aiguo stood up and said, "Madam, don't worry, if I meet someone suitable, I will definitely introduce him to Da Kui."
"I have something else to do. I will come to see you next time, and I will bring you the delicious cakes from Daoxiang Village."
"You kid, you have such a good memory. It's been so many years and you still remember my aunt's taste."
Seeing that Li Aiguo was about to leave, Da Kui's mother drove Wang Da Kui out to see him off.
"Don't listen to my mother, I actually have a crush."
"Don't worry, I will definitely find you a woman who will run home when it rains."
Li Aiguo put his long legs on the bicycle, glared at the pedals, and ran away.
Wang Dakui scratched his head, looked at his back, and murmured in a low voice: "Brother Patriot is not really going to help me pick up a woman by the railway, is he?"
(End of chapter)
