Siheyuan: Start with the buyer
7 The first bicycle in the courtyard

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The First Bike in the Courtyard

After getting the bicycle ticket, Liu Aiguo went out leisurely.

He carried two carrying poles.

Logically speaking, he had already completed the week's mission and did not need to carry the pole.

However, Liu Aiguo still picked up the carrying pole.

After leaving the factory, he went straight to the department store on Hongxing Road.

Buying a bicycle.

He already had a bicycle ticket, so what was the point of holding it?

" Well, comrade..." Liu Aiguo was very happy. He came to the department store with a smile and said to a friendly-looking salesperson,""I'll buy some…"

"I'm sorry!"

Before Aiguo Liu could finish his sentence, the seemingly friendly salesperson immediately changed his face. He looked even uglier than his dead father. He interrupted Aiguo Liu,"We don't sell agricultural products here…If you go out and turn left for 300 meters, there's a supply and marketing cooperative!”

Nanny?

Me?

Farm produce?

Err…

Liu Aiguo looked at the big carrying pole on his shoulder and instantly understood.

He's treating me like I'm buying and selling agricultural products.

In this era, the supply and marketing cooperative and department stores were both state-owned, but there were differences.

There was a distinction between high and low.

A department store. It sounded grand and classy.

They mainly sold light industrial products and high-end products, such as clothes, fabrics, daily necessities, high-end food, shoes, imported watches, bicycles, and so on.

The supply and marketing cooperative was widely distributed on farms and streets. One could tell that it was related to agricultural products. It was low-level and low-class.

" No..." Liu Aiguo also understood the attitude of the people of this era, so he said,""I don't buy agricultural products, I…"

" Go out…turn left, 300 meters…"

Before Liu Aiguo could finish, the saleswoman put on airs again.

Liu Aiguo was really drunk.

F * ck…

Judge a book by its cover!

"Pa…"

This time, Liu Aiguo didn't say anything. He slapped the bicycle ticket on the counter.

The salesperson was about to get angry!

However, his gaze fell on the counter.

A familiar, noble, and majestic note entered her eyes.

It was a white background with black bold Song font.

The top was labeled Shanghai Bike Factory No. 3, and the bottom was labeled bicycle coupons.

These two lines of words were all black.

Below it was a red Phoenix nameplate.

It was stamped with the date, date, and expired.

A bicycle ticket!

And it was a Phoenix bicycle ticket.

The salesperson's attitude changed immediately.

What a joke, what era was this?

It was the 1960s.

Bikes were even rarer than the BBA in the future. Those who could get a bicycle ticket were either rich or noble.

She was just a small salesperson and could not afford to offend such a person.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" The salesperson quickly apologized."I misunderstood just now…"

" Hehe..." Liu Aiguo sneered, but he didn't intend to give this little salesperson a lesson. After all, in this era, anyone who worked in a state-owned enterprise would look arrogant.

"Bring me the bicycle!"

"Hey!"

Two minutes later, a brand new Phoenix bicycle was pulled in front of Liu Aiguo.

Liu Aiguo paid the money and the bill.

The bicycle cost 160 yuan.

In addition, he had to make a nameplate with Liu Aiguo's name on it and pay three yuan of bicycle tax.

Then, he rode away!

Ring ring ring…

There was a bell on the handle of his right hand. He pressed it with his thumb and it rang.

Along the way, countless men and women, old and young, cast envious gazes at him.

"New bicycle…"

" Brother, look, a new bicycle…"

"When can we have a bicycle at home?”

" It's even a Phoenix brand, not some random brand. Amazing…"

……

Liu Aiguo rode his bike on the road and felt like he was the center of attention.

It felt much cooler than being a BBA in the future.

Of course, this was the actual situation.

Due to the limited production capacity of the bicycle factory, it could not be supplied to the public on a large scale. Therefore, tickets were needed, and the price was expensive.

160 yuan.

Even for someone like Qin Huairu, she would need to go without food or water for half a year to buy it.

Not to mention Qin Huiru's low salary, 27.50 yuan a month was enough for the family to eat and not spend all of it. This was already not low.

After all, Qin Huairu had a job. If such words were to be thrown out, countless people would do it no matter what.

Of course, the price was only one aspect.

The votes were the key.

If you have money, you have nowhere to buy it.

For example, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong were both top figures in the factory. One was a level-eight fitter, and the other was a level-seven fitter. Their salaries were also more than 90 yuan.

Buy a bicycle?

It was easy.

But why not?

Wasn't it because he didn't have a bicycle ticket?

Going to the countryside!

Liu Aiguo tied two carrying baskets to the back seat of the bicycle and rode straight to the countryside.

With a bicycle, it was much easier to work.

Although he had the system, he still had to go to the countryside.

He had to collect some things. Not only would he be serving the factory, but he could also help the rural people improve their food as much as possible in the process, right?

His system had produced a large number of eggs. After buying these eggs from the rolling mill, not only did he get money, but he also got a receipt.

Liu Aiguo kept the money, but it was useless to have too many bills.

For example, this time, a hundred jin of ration ticket.

It was useless for him to take it.

They still had to be distributed to the ordinary people.

In the evening, he collected about 200 eggs in the countryside and then rode his bicycle home.

The moment they entered, the entire courtyard house was shocked.

"Aiguo…this is…a new car?”

Yan Bugui opened his mouth wide, walked straight to Liu Aiguo, and grabbed his bicycle.

Liu Aiguo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.”

"Oh, oh, oh…"

Yan Bugui also knew that he had lost his composure.

But to him, this kind of impact was too heavy.

Crash…

In just a minute, all the people from the courtyard house had gathered around.

A bicycle!

This was a bicycle!

It was a luxury among luxury goods!

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