"Deputy Factory Manager Li.〃
Yan Jiecheng said,"Originally, I wanted to wait until the New Year when our factory is on holiday to prepare the New Year goods."
However, since you're in such a hurry, I'm afraid I'll have to go out and make some connections today.
As for our workshop director, you still have to call the factory manager to inform him.〃
All he could think of was the black market mission.
Since Deputy Factory Manager Li had asked him to do something, why not use his special privileges?
When Li Benzhong heard that Yan Jiecheng wanted to sell peanuts and melon seeds, he immediately patted his chest and said,"Brother Jie Cheng, you can go do your work. Is one day enough?
If one day isn't enough, I'll give you a few more days off?”
"Brother Jie Cheng, as long as you can get the New Year goods, I guarantee that you will be elected as a cadre at the factory party committee meeting.”
Again with this.
Yan Jiecheng smiled but didn't say anything. He was really not interested in being a leader. Being a leader in the system meant that he couldn't do anything freely.
Moreover, it would easily attract more trouble and criticism.
How could he be a small worker who lived a carefree life every day?
Yan Jiecheng got on his bicycle. After he left the rolling mill, he headed straight to the black market entrance of Qianmen Tower.
Although it was called a black market, it was already half-open.
As long as the government did not make any big moves, the street offices and neighborhood committee would turn a blind eye to the black market. To put it bluntly,
The street managers would probably change into casual clothes and stroll around the black market every few days to see if there was any food that could be exchanged for food stamps.
The lives of the commoners at the bottom of the society were not easy.
When Yan Jiecheng arrived at the black market, he saw some people setting up stalls and looking around sneakily. Some experienced people could quickly find what they wanted.
"Brother, do you want food stamps?"
A sneaky man walked up to Yan Jiecheng and asked,
Perhaps it was because he didn't look like a poor person when he saw him pushing the bicycle.
"How much are the food stamps? Yan Jiecheng asked.
There was hope.
The sneaky man lowered his head and whispered,"The national food stamps are 15 catties for 1 yuan, and the local food stamps are 20 catties for 1 yuan.”
"So expensive.〃
Yan Jiecheng shouted in surprise.
This was almost as high as the price of food.
In this era, buying grain was not only about food stamps, but also cash.
"Brother, this is already very cheap. In recent years, the country has been seriously affected by the disaster, and the grain production in all parts of the country has been greatly reduced.
Everyone had a fixed amount of food stamps every month, and every household did not have enough food stamps. This also caused the price of food stamps on the black market to change every day.”
"After saying so much, do you want the food stamps or not?”
Yan Jiecheng said," I don't lack food stamps. If you have television tickets, bicycle tickets, and industrial tickets, I'd like to buy a few.〃
With the spatial world, Yan Jiecheng really didn't lack food.
However, industrial tickets were a good thing. Even if they were not used for the time being, they could still be saved. After all, all kinds of tickets would not be eliminated in the next decade.
"You want industrial tickets…"
"Brother, my name is Qiao Xiaoshan. Everyone in the black market knows me.”
"I don't have any industrial tickets on hand now, but as long as you can afford it, I can help you get any kind of tickets.〃
Qiao Xiaoshan did not want to let go of the big shot.
Whether it was a bicycle ticket or a television ticket, any one of them cost more than a hundred yuan. In this era where the monthly salary was tens of yuan, a hundred yuan was considered a huge sum.
Yan Jiecheng revealed an expression of understanding.
From the moment Qiao Xiaoshan stopped him, Yan Jiecheng had guessed that the other party was a second-hand merchant. He collected all kinds of tickets from the people and then sold them at a high price on the black market.
After Yan Jiecheng found out that Qiao Xiaoshan was a second-hand trafficker, he became interested.
"Brother Qiao, what tickets do you have? Tell me. If I like it, I can buy any tickets.〃
Qiao Xiaoshan: " I don't have many tickets. Food tickets, oil tickets, sesame oil tickets, cloth tickets, egg tickets…"
Before Qiao Xiaoshan could finish, Yan Jiecheng lost interest.
These were the most common tickets.
Qiao Xiaoshan saw the change in the employer's expression. He rolled his eyes."Brother, I have a Moutai ticket in my hand. I wonder if you have any thoughts on it.〃
Moutai tickets,
This piqued Yan Jiecheng's interest.
In this era, the country was short of food, and all kinds of white wine were brewed purely from grain. Now that the common people had a problem eating, there was no food to make wine for the winery.
So many small wineries closed down.
Even for the so-called national liquor, Moutai, the white liquor brewed in recent years had also created a historical low.
Moreover, the Moutai tickets were now specially provided to the officers of the major government departments. Some leaders of state-owned factories could also get a few Moutai tickets.
An ordinary worker would not even get a Moutai ticket in his lifetime.
" How many Moutai tickets can you get?" Yan Jiecheng asked excitedly.
He had long wanted to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy Moutai. Unfortunately, when he went to the supply and marketing cooperative at the street entrance to ask, there was no Moutai for sale.
The key was that Moutai needed a Moutai ticket. Only with a Moutai ticket could one go to the department store to buy Moutai. Otherwise, no matter how rich one was, they could not buy Moutai.
Brother Qiao, no matter how many Moutai tickets you have, I can eat them all…"
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