Lin Yue slapped the table and stood up: "The person who is here to sell pigs."
This answer...
Director Jin was very dissatisfied.
"You know what I'm trying to say."
"Hey!" Lin Yue sighed: "If I don't help you solve the problem in the meat product factory, who will I sell my pigs to?"
Director Jin said: "I mean, how old are you this year? Why do you know so much?"
Lin Yue said: "Because I have traveled far and wide, seen a lot of the world, think more than you, and have a smarter brain than you."
Director Jin was not unhappy about his disparagement.
"what's your name?"
"Li Jinze will tell you this question." Lin Yue tapped his fingers on the table: "Let's issue an invoice."
Factory Director Jin: "..."
Half an hour later.
Li Jinze looked at Lin Yue who took out the money from the window, and it still feels a bit unreal to this day.
"Brother Chen..."
Lin Yue looked at the old man in his thirties and thought to himself, you are really good at getting close.
"What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing, just... come here often when you have time."
Li Jinze's behavior was a matter of finding excuses. In fact, he knew exactly what he was doing, but his intuition told him that he had to do this and find excuses when he had no excuses, because this young man who could even deal with the factory director would definitely become prosperous in the future.
Lin Yue was amused by this sentence. Come here often when you have time? What are you doing here? Visiting the brothel, he is indeed a butcher, and he has nothing to talk about.
He was originally bored, but he still worked as a butcher. Others were afraid of his profession and avoided him. In a vicious circle, his communication skills were only 30 points.
Men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man. This is absolutely true.
"good."
In order not to hit the smiling person, Lin Yue waved his hand and pulled the empty cart away.
…
The money gained from selling wild boars was more than expected, totaling 332 yuan3.
He first returned the flatbed truck, stuffed 2 yuan and 30 cents into the crack of the door, which was considered as the cost of renting the car, and then started on his way home.
When he arrived at the county seat near noon, he did not go back to Chen's house immediately, but went to Ximen Old Street.
Although it was already the autumn of 1982, more and more people were doing small business, and they no longer had to worry about being arrested and educated like four or five years ago. However, the number of people who dared to set up stalls was still an absolute minority compared to the general public. The door locks of many earthen houses It seems that the owner has not yet had the consciousness to transform them into pavements.
Most of the stalls on the street sell small commodities, such as children's clothes, shoes, socks, feather dusters for home use, bamboo strips, brooms, dustpans, etc., on flatbed trucks with bricks, pepper, cinnamon, star anise, bay leaves, etc. These condiments are packed in phosphate fertilizer bags for people to buy, and of course there are also tobacco leaves, which are popular among the poor. Every time someone stops in front of the stall, the wrinkled old farmer will take two puffs of dry tobacco that can kill people. , looked up.
"Selling candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick...the ones with pits and white sugar."
An old man in a blue Chinese tunic suit pushed a rusty 28 bar past, followed by a grass target covered with candied haws.
The eyes of the children in front were attracted to him, and their heads moved with the bicycle.
Lin Yue stopped in front of a stall selling shoes, socks and gloves. He saw cotton stockings of different colors stacked together, cheap nylon stockings tied with rubber bands, and nylon stockings that have been popular in recent years spread out one by one. The areas in the front that are easily accessible to customers are shoes and gloves. There are many types of shoes, including old cloth shoes, rubber shoes, nurse shoes and large-toe shoes for winter. There are only a few types of gloves, including white labor protection gloves commonly used for work and a pair of gloves. Stuffed glove attached to a string.
"How do you sell Jiefang shoes?"
The proprietress standing at the back of the stall quickly stuffed half of the roasted sweet potato into her mouth, counted the two with her fingers, and said with an indistinct expression: "2 yuan 9 a pair."
"A bit cheaper."
Lin Yue picked up the green leather liberation shoes in front of him and looked at them carefully, then looked at his feet.
The cloth shoes on his feet had been worn for a long time, and they were almost worn out after walking on so many mountain roads last night. He didn't want to go back to the village and have an acquaintance see his toes through the holes in the toes of the shoes.
Pull-back shoes have become popular in the 1980s, but in small counties like Yiwu, people are still accustomed to wearing old cloth shoes and Jiefang shoes. Let’s not talk about old cloth shoes. Most of them are made by rural women and sold in the market. The price is cheap, but they can’t help but make them. Jiefang shoes are priced at 2.89 yuan, which is affordable for ordinary people. However, the prices of Huili and Feiyue shoes are 2-3 times that of old Jiefang shoes. Not to mention that farmers cannot afford them, and within the system and People who work in state-owned enterprises have to go to department stores to see if they have a size that suits them.
The proprietress swallowed hard the food in her mouth. She might have choked. She patted her chest and stretched out her fingers to count: "I'll give you 1 cent, 2 yuan and 8."
Lin Yue opened [Bargaining Level 4]: "2 yuan and 5 pairs for a pair, if that's okay I'll take two pairs."
The landlady looked hesitant, then gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."
As he took the money, he said: "Take a pair of size 39 and a pair of size 43."
The proprietress turned over the cardboard box behind her and quickly took out two pairs of shoes: "You are so lucky, the size 43 is the last pair left."
While taking the ten yuan he handed over, he opened the zipper of his satchel and took out five yuan to make change.
"Wait a minute, how much do these nylon socks cost?"
Lin Yue remembered that Chen Yulian took him to Hangzhou to find her husband. After Lin Yutang settled them in the suburbs, he came over one day and gave Chen Yulian a pair of nylon socks. She was very happy. She was reluctant to wear them and only changed them when her husband came and when she went home to visit relatives. superior.
"2 yuan a pair."
"Can you get three pairs for five dollars?"
The proprietress was a little surprised, she didn't expect him to be so willing to spend money, but she quickly realized, put the 5 yuan back in her pocket, and gave him the only three pairs of nylon socks on the stall.
Lin Yue touched the fabric of the socks and shook his head gently.
A pair of Jiefang shoes costs 2.9 yuan, and a pair of nylon socks costs 2.1 yuan. This shows how profitable making socks is. This is why the TV series specifically describes the plot of Chen Jianghe’s contracted sock factory. At that time, the sock making industry in Zhejiang was It became a hit, and some data show that one can make 50 pairs of socks a day, and the profit from a pair of socks is almost 1 yuan, which means that one day can earn a month's salary of an ordinary enterprise worker.
He put on the pair of size 39 Jiefang shoes, threw the worn old cloth shoes into the garbage, walked to the door of the supply and marketing cooperative not far away, looked around for a while, went straight into the big alley next to it, and a few minutes later walked out from inside He walked out, turned around and entered the supply and marketing cooperative. When he came out again, he was holding a large front door in his hand.
To say that cigarettes from the 1970s and 1980s were cheap and easy to smoke, he thought they had to be large-sized, not choking, not harsh, and had a faint plum flavor, which could rival those of China. However, because a pack sold for more than 3 cents, which is a Class B cigarette and needs to be purchased with a ticket. As a fourteen-year-old boy, it is impossible for him to carry a ticket, so he can only go to the black market to exchange it.
Of course, it is now 1982, and citizens’ private transactions of tickets are no longer as strictly controlled as in previous years. For example, twenty or thirty years later, there will be ticket scalpers at the entrance of the train station, and near larger supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores, as long as you Observe carefully and you can always find those little experts who help rich people solve their problems.
Looking at his retreating figure, the shoe seller just spit out all the water she drank in her mouth, and whispered: "This kid has a lot of morals."
The middle-aged man selling cooking brooms, broomsticks, bamboo strips and other woven products next to him said: "You don't look like a rich man. Where did he get so much money? It can't be stolen."
I spent 10 yuan on shoes and socks, 3.8 cents for a box of large front doors, plus the money for cigarette tickets. This pack of cigarettes costs at least 5 yuan. In just a short time, ordinary workers have lost half a month's salary, but this guy is good. , without blinking an eye. If he hadn't slashed twice when buying shoes and socks just now, he was sure that the money must have come from something wrong.
"No one will think you are dumb if you don't speak."
The shoe seller gave Mr. Talkative a hard look.
…
That afternoon.
There was chaos on the road at the end of Jun'anli Village.
At noon, the director of the county textile factory called Chen Jianghe to inform Chen Jianghe that although the county had approved the textile factory's sale of cloth heads to individuals, someone had offered a higher price and the batch of cloth heads would be taken away today.
When Chen Jianghe heard this, he became anxious and quickly took Chen Daguang, Chen Ping, Chen Hong and others to the factory to pick up the goods. Unfortunately, they arrived a little late. The factory director said that the group of women caught him and stalked him until he couldn't bear it. If you are stuck, you can only ask someone to take the things away.
The fat in your mouth has been robbed, so of course you can't just let it go.
In a rage, Chen Jianghe led people to grab the goods, and stopped the famous sock king in the county at the entrance of the village. The two of them took a look, and um, they fell in love.
The people in the back were fighting over a pile of rags, while the two people in the front were affectionate.
This scene is so funny no matter how you look at it.
Later, Chen Daguang realized that something was wrong and quickly shouted "stop".
Chen Hong covered his face that was scratched by the little girl and walked over: "Brother Daguang, why didn't you grab it?"
"yes."
Chen Ping also pulled down the rag strips on his body and asked in a muffled voice.
Chen Daguang pursed his lips in that direction: "Look at them."
Everyone took a closer look, hey, the fighting was in full swing here, almost like a war, but Luo Yuzhu and Chen Jianghe were actually chatting over there, what were they doing? Do you want to grab the goods? Do you still want the cloth?
Chen Ping was just about to call Chen Jianghe and ask him what to do with the goods in the car, when he suddenly saw the young man turning from the rice field, and he suddenly looked stunned.
