Yes, this person is none other than Comrade Aisin Gioro Kung, a great scientist, rocket fuel expert, and proficient in Mongolian.
"Who are you?" Uncle Yu knew that he had met an acquaintance, and his stiff body relaxed.
Li Weidong remembered that his face was still wrapped in a scarf.
He hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull it off and shined a flashlight on his face.
"Me! Yu Li's man."
"Are you Weidong?" After Uncle Yu recognized Li Weidong, instead of relaxing, he became even more nervous and subconsciously took two steps back.
There's no way around it, that thing is so scary that it can almost be wrapped around your waist and used as a belt.
After returning from Tsinghua Pool, he had nightmares for several nights.
"Why are you coming to my door so early? Where is Yu Li?"
"You live here?"
"This is my home. It is an ancestral house that has been passed down for several generations. If I don't live here, where will I live?"
"..." Li Weidong.
"Let's go sit at home!"
When he met his niece-in-law, Uncle Yu didn't even bother to wash his hair with soup.
Pulling Li Weidong into the yard, he wanted him to choose a fan as a wedding gift.
He watched Yu Li grow up, just like his own daughter.
...
Uncle Yu's courtyard is more exquisite than the courtyard of a Tatar official.
There must be more than a dozen large and small houses with blue bricks reaching the top and tiled roofs.
Paved corridors connect the doors of various rooms.
The courtyard is divided into inner and outer courtyards, separated by a courtyard wall covered with dried ivy.
There are wintersweet trees planted in the flower beds in the outer courtyard, with dry branches and brightly blooming plum blossoms forming an interesting contrast.
"You just said that a ticket seller came into the yard. Are you waiting for the ticket seller?"
"He is a fat man, and his hair is naturally curly. By the way, uncle, how many families live in this big yard?"
"...I am the elder of the Yu family, and the ticket seller may be my second son, Yu Er."
"...That's how he introduced himself."
Li Weidong called him a good guy in his heart.
Uncle Yu’s son turned out to be a ticket seller!
This is a big melon that stays ripe.
"Hey, the family is not prosperous. That boy has been dishonest since he was a child. He was asked to work in the factory as a worker, but he didn't want to, so he started working as a ticket dealer." Uncle Yu mentioned Fatty Yu with a look of disgust on his face.
I thought that the old Yu family was also a member of the royal family, so why did he have such a prodigal son?
"Well, where is the loess that doesn't bury people? I think the fat man's job is pretty good. He not only makes money, but also solves the difficulties for the masses. Think about it, without the fat man pulling strings in the middle, some people can't exchange for tickets.
You might be hungry." Li Weidong said.
"...If you say that, it makes sense."
While talking, Li Weidong followed Uncle Yu through the Crescent Gate to the backyard.
I stopped and looked around, but I couldn't see the fat man.
"Let's go, forget about that bastard. It's just a few tickets. If I meet him, I'll ask for it for you."
The two were about to enter the spacious main room in the middle.
Fatty Yu pushed open the door and came out of the wing, still holding the black leather bag in his arms.
He looked at Li Weidong and then at Uncle Yu, with confusion written all over his chubby little face.
What happened? What happened?
Did I miss something?
The old man finally came to his senses and decided to change his career as a ticket seller?
Then you can’t steal my customers!
...
Twenty minutes later.
Li Weidong left Uncle Yu's house with a pair of black fans sprinkled with gold and a dozen coupons in his pocket.
Behind him, Yu Er looked sad.
The features on the little fat face were wrinkled together, and he was sighing all the way.
The old man doesn’t know how expensive firewood and rice are, so many tickets are worth at least dozens of dollars, so he just gave them away.
What makes Fatty Yu even more heartbroken is that he still can't say "no".
Simply because the lucky guy in front of him is Yu Li's husband, who is also his cousin-in-law to Fatty Yu.
We are all a family, and you still want money.
Is it true? Is it true? Is it true?
Of course Li Weidong would not let Fatty Yu suffer.
When he reached the gate, he stopped, took out ten big black tens from his pocket and handed them over.
"Brother Yu, I don't know how much those tickets are worth. Here is one hundred yuan, take it."
"We are all from our own family, how much money do we need! Isn't this a slap in the face of my old Yu family? Although my old Yu family is in ruins, I am still a member of the royal family, and I, Fatty Yu, am also the master of the situation. How about counting the votes?
Vouchers are nothing."
Yu Er stared at the tickets and kept swallowing, but he waved his hands repeatedly.
Li Weidong stuffed the money directly into his cotton-padded jacket bag, patted his shoulder and said, "Just take it. I think the old man's expenses are not small. It's really not easy for you to support it alone."
Just after a brief chat in the main room, Li Weidong found out the details about Uncle Yu's family.
Uncle Yu's ancestors did take advantage of a lot of family wealth.
However, after years of war and chaos, most of the real money was consumed.
There are still many antiques and antiques in the big house, but Uncle Yu is reluctant to sell them.
On the one hand, antiquities cannot be bought for a price, and a porcelain vase from the Ming Dynasty can only be sold for less than 100 yuan;
On the other hand, Uncle Yu believes that selling his ancestral property is unworthy of his descendants and a prodigal son.
There are still three thousand nails in the broken ship. If you work hard and save a little, the Yu family can survive.
But uncle Yu is a man who has many hobbies and likes to spend money.
How many kilograms of large intestines are eaten in a day is something most people would never dare to think about.
It is true that he is good at learning to sing and sing, but if these hobbies are not caught at this time, it is considered good. How can he dare to go on stage?
That is, performing in the park for old men and women, just for fun.
Life at home is getting worse day by day.
More than ten years ago, Yu Li's parents still helped them.
Later, Fatty Yu grew up.
He has a sharp mind, dares to think and do things, and he grew up in an alley, where he has a lot of talent.
At first, I collected some extra coupons from my neighbors and went to the pigeon market to earn the price difference.
Later, he mobilized those few traders and used various connections to sell tickets, and gradually became a big ticket dealer in the pigeon market.
With income, life at home will improve, and Uncle Yu can continue to pursue various hobbies.
"Then I'll keep it, it's just that it's so embarrassing. If Yu Li finds out, she will definitely complain about me. It'll be painful for that girl to twist her." Seeing that Li Weidong was sincere, Fatty Yu stopped trying to evade.
His old man said that Li Weidong is the driver.
Drivers make money, and they can earn dozens of dollars just by running a long distance.
…
With a level of kinship, Li Weidong stopped trying to hide things and pointed out his purpose directly.
"This small amount of tickets is nothing, but there is a big business, do you want to do it?"
"Big business?" Yu Er covered his pocket with a surprised expression.
Li Weidong did not answer immediately. He gave Yu Er a cigarette and then lit one himself.
He took a deep breath, slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, and said: "You just said that you are very familiar with the pigeon market, is that true?"
"Hey, big front door, my brother-in-law is doing well!" Fatty Yu smoked a cigarette and patted his chest and said, "Of course, there is no one in the pigeon market in Forty-Nine City that I am not familiar with, Fatty Yu, so I will just use these cloth tickets.
For example, I got it from a section chief of the textile factory. You also know how scarce this thing is."
"What business?" Fatty Yu asked impatiently.
Ticket dealers sound majestic, but they are actually a business with low profits and high risks.
Now that he heard about the big business, he couldn't let it go.
Li Weidong still didn't tell him, but simply asked: "How many reliable people do you have?"
"Three or four, they are all my little ones, the ones who can handle things when they go to the police station." When Fatty Yu heard that more help was needed, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace.
"What's your name?" Li Weidong asked.
At this time, Fatty Yu finally realized that this niece-in-law really wanted to do big business.
Also, people gave him a hundred yuan for a ticket that was obviously worth less than eighty yuan. This is sincerity.
"Wang Wu, Heizi, Anti-aircraft Artillery, and Liu Dapeng are half of them. That kid's hands and feet are not clean, and the accounts are often not reconciled." He hesitated for a moment, but then introduced all his brothers.
...
Until the end, Li Weidong did not tell Fatty Yu what the big business was.
Fatty Yu may be reliable, but those of him who are growing young may not be.
We still need to find a way to investigate clearly.
Fatty Yu was not angry, but felt that Li Weidong's so-called big business was more reliable.
In this business, only cautious people can live long. This chapter has been completed!
