Li Donglai looked at Gu Shen like a little white rabbit: "If I get a batch of old military caps, can you sell them quietly?"
"Old... military caps? Or a batch of them?" Gu Shen's black eyes were frozen, and his vocal cords were stiff, so that his voice was somewhat distorted.
It's not that he hasn't seen the world.
The point is, old army caps are so popular.
There is a saying in this era, "Whether you are crazy or not, just look at the beige color."
Wearing a military cap, a green national defense jacket, Pian'er shoes, and a "military shoulder bag" on his back, this look is called "crazy" and "fen".
Without an old military cap, you wouldn’t be able to take photos of your wife on the street.
However, most of these hats and clothes are inherited from ancestors and are in limited quantity. Even the generals and colonels regard them as treasures.
Those spirited young men on the street even use wire locks to open someone's mouth in order to grab an old military hat.
On the pigeon market, the price of an old military hat has reached 30 yuan.
A doctor can get old military caps!!
Gu Shen quickly got out of bed, closed the door, and whispered: "Brother Donglai, I can sell as much as you can get."
"However, this is not a trivial matter. We need to consider it carefully."
...
In the morgue of the rolling mill hospital, a doctor and a general came together for the same goal.
Li Donglai is responsible for providing a batch of old military caps.
Gu Shen used his connections with Wang Wuye of Pigeon Market to sell old military caps and was responsible for providing the cloth needed to make the old military caps.
The property obtained will be divided equally.
"Do it!" Gu Shen suddenly held Li Donglai's hand.
As long as the old military hats can be sold successfully, the food station will have money to collect the pigs.
At that time, the ministers and commissions will wear big red flowers at the awards ceremony.
The old man might say that Gu Shen is not a bad guy.
Thinking of this, Gu Shen couldn't wait any longer.
"Brother Donglai, I'll go arrange it right away."
He left the words and rushed out of the morgue.
"Wait a minute, I have something to explain." Li Donglai grabbed Gu Shen and told him the details that needed to be paid attention to.
For example, don't let your old military caps pass through your own hands. You must trade them through absolutely reliable people.
Gu Shen nodded frequently.
"Don't worry, Brother Donglai, I know the stakes!"
"I'll get the military green cloth as soon as possible."
...
After Gu Shen left, Li Donglai sat back in his seat and wrote a paper.
A morning passed like this.
At noon, the work bell rang.
The doctors and nurses put down their work and ran to the cafeteria with their lunch boxes.
Nurse Liu Fang wanted to ask Ding Qiunan to go to dinner with her, but when she opened the door of the internal medicine clinic, there was no one in the room.
She muttered: "He is really a guy who forgets his friends when he sees sex."
At this time, Ding Qiunan was holding a net bag and pushing open the door of the morgue.
It was very quiet in the morgue, except for the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.
That stalwart figure was sitting at his desk, working hard.
Ding Qiunan couldn't bear to be disturbed and stood quietly at the door.
She was afraid that once she entered, it would affect Li Donglai's work.
As a doctor, Ding Qiunan knows the medical value of ‘intubation gastric lavage’.
It may change the embarrassing situation in which hospitals have no effective measures to deal with misuse of drugs.
She also knew the value of 'gastric lavage' to Li Donglai.
Once the paper is published, Li Donglai can definitely rely on this honor to gain a foothold in the Steel Rolling Mill Hospital.
This is quite important for a barefoot doctor from a rural area.
Ding Qiunan just waited quietly and quietly.
until.
Li Donglai finished a paragraph, put on the pen cap and stretched.
Look back.
"How long have you been here?"
"Not long, only for a short while." Ding Qiunan walked over with his sore ankle and put the lunch box on the table.
"Wow, it smells so good!"
Before the lunch box was opened, Li Donglai smelled the aroma of soy sauce.
"This is the fried noodles I made at home. It should have been heated up. The comrades in the kitchen are busy and I am too embarrassed to disturb them." Ding Qiunan gently opened the lunch box.
In the lunch box, the noodles are fragrant and smooth. At first glance, the bowl is red and the noodles are criss-crossed. When you smell it, you will feel the aroma.
Next to the snow-white noodles, there are two twists of Chinese toon and cucumber shreds.
The cucumber shreds are so thin that they can almost pass through the eye of a needle, which shows that the person cutting the vegetables has solid knife skills.
Li Donglai looked up at Ding Qiunan: "Did you really do this?"
Ding Qiunan's face turned red with embarrassment. She wanted to admit it, but she didn't want to. She wanted to lie, but she couldn't. She wrung her hands together, and finally her eyes widened: "Are you going to eat it? If not, I'll take it back."
"Eat, how can I not eat such delicious noodles!" Li Donglai snickered in his heart.
Ding Qiunan moved a stool, took out the chopsticks for Li Donglai, wiped them with a handkerchief, and carefully placed them next to the lunch box.
There is an old rule among the people that when eating noodles, chopsticks should not be inserted directly into the noodles.
After doing all this, she opened her own portion and picked up the chopsticks.
Keep staring at Li Donglai.
Li Donglai smiled and said, "Why don't you eat?"
Ding Qiunan: "You eat first. I'll watch you eat."
Yes, you are enjoying formal treatment even before you get married.
Li Donglai picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of noodles and slowly put it into his mouth.
Although the noodles are a little cold and sticky, they are full of flavor when chewed.
There seems to be a unique flavor of beef in this aroma.
Could it be beef noodle soup?
Li Donglai raised his head with doubts on his face.
Ding Qiunan snickered: "Last week, my father's university gave each professor a pound of meat stamps. We added some money and exchanged it for butter."
This mother-in-law is really capable of providing support and handling.
Li Donglai buried his head and finished the noodles quickly.
By this time, Ding Qiunan had almost eaten.
Li Donglai was about to wipe his mouth with scratch paper when a light blue handkerchief appeared in front of him with wintersweet flowers embroidered on it.
"Use this."
"...."
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After work.
The setting sun shines all over the world, coating the capital with a pale golden light.
Li Donglai drove Ding Qiunan through this era that did not belong to him.
This time, he rode very steadily and very quickly.
Ding Qiunan couldn't help but hold on to his clothes.
In the breeze, the mood is very strange.
Looking at his back at close range and feeling that he was within easy reach, Ding Qiunan felt a special sense of security.
Her heart was filled with peace and sweetness.
Li Donglai didn't know anything about it, he only felt that Ding Qiunan's little hands were very hot.
Hot hands are often a sign of fire inside.
Well, I have to find a way to defeat Ding Qiunan.
...
Li Donglai rode his bicycle to the post and telecommunications office.
The paper has been written and he needs to mail it out.
Of course, the Chinese Medical Journal is in the capital, not far from the Steel Rolling Mill Hospital.
However, the magazine only left an email address as a submission method.
