Half an hour later, Niu Meilan came to the foot of the east wall with three hundred yuan, and Wang Gang also gave her twenty bags of white flour, each bag weighing fifty kilograms.
"Brother, you delivered the goods quickly enough." Niu Meilan saw twenty bags of white noodles and readily gave the money to Wang Gang.
"The money and goods are clear, and it's a pleasure to cooperate." Wang Gang counted the money, and Niu Meilan just inspected the goods.
When Wang Gang was about to leave, Niu Meilan suddenly said: "Brother, if you still have goods in the future, remember to come find me! My family lives in Zhima Hutong, you can find it by telling me my name."
"Do you want stick noodles?" Wang Gang suddenly remembered that there were a lot of stick noodles in his space, and he wouldn't eat them either.
"How much do you have?" Niu Meilan's eyes shone again.
Wang Gang stretched out another finger.
"Yes, I want all of them. Bangzi noodles are a dime, I want as much as I want."
Wang Gang knew the market price. Bangzi noodles cost nine cents a pound, and the pigeon market sold them for 20 cents.
"One and a half pounds, no counter-offer." Wang Gang gave a fair price.
Niu Meilan agreed after thinking for a moment.
Bangzi noodles are cheaper than white noodles, but they are easier to sell. She can earn forty or fifty yuan from one thousand kilograms. Adding twenty bags of white noodles, this single transaction can earn her more than one hundred yuan.
"Brother, can you wait for me for an hour? I don't have that much money on hand. I also want my man to transport these twenty bags of flour home."
Wang Gang said: "I will still be here at this time tomorrow. Bring the money."
After the two agreed, Wang Gang returned to the courtyard. He deliberately took a detour to avoid being followed.
He and Niu Meilan were strangers to each other, and they had a lot of good intentions.
When we returned to the courtyard, the third uncle was just about to lock the courtyard door.
"Third uncle, don't be in a hurry to lock the door." Wang Gang called out, then ran all the way to the courtyard door.
"Xiao Wang, where have you been so late?" The third uncle closed the door and asked Wang Gang.
"I drank too much tonight, so I went outside to sober up." Wang Gang made a casual excuse, went back to his room, lit the coal stove, and then carefully took stock of tonight's harvest.
Twenty bags of white noodles sold for 300 yuan, and they were all loose bills. Wang Gang neatly arranged them into three small piles, and then threw them into the space.
His real gain tonight was the stamp.
Wang Gang was right, they were the first set of stamps "Dalong Stamps" issued by the Moslem House.
In the 1970s, the Moslem Office piloted a postal service at the Customs and issued the first set of stamps. The stamp pattern was a dragon, lined with clouds and waves, and it was intended to be called "Big Dragon Stamps."
This stamp was a set of three and was only issued three times. It was very rare. Decades later, it was sold at an auction house for a price of 20 million.
It's a pity that Wang Gang only has one piece, which is not a complete set, so the value is naturally greatly reduced, but it will be worth millions in future generations.
A small stamp, in this era, is worse than waste paper. Who would have thought that thirty years later, its value would skyrocket so crazily.
Wang Gang is still thinking that in two years he will find a way to make "a hit", even if it is just a small one, it will be worth a lot of money. One ticket can be exchanged for a house, but when it is issued, it only costs 8 cents.
There are also monkey tickets issued in the 1980s. If you get a hundred of them, you won’t have to worry about them for the rest of your life.
It costs 8 cents a piece, and a hundred pieces only cost 8 yuan.
People like the third uncle in the compound have always said that Wang Gang doesn't know how to live his life, he spends all his salary every month, and he doesn't know how to save money for retirement.
Does he need to save money? Can bank interest rise more than stamps?
The uncle in the TV series had a salary of 99 yuan before retirement, which is a huge amount of money now. He and his wife had no children, so they could save a lot in a year, but they were still miserable in their later years, and they had to rely on picking up garbage to support their family. Why?
It’s not that bank interest can’t keep up with inflation. In the 1990s, 99 yuan could buy you several noodles.
For Wang Gang, there is no need to save money at all, but to survive the ten years of the great era, there will be good days ahead, good days that people today can't even imagine.
With longing for the future, Wang Gang fell asleep beautifully.
Early the next morning, Wang Gang woke up at the same time and continued his day's exercise. When he returned to the courtyard, he happened to see Qin Huairu pestering He Yuzhu again, as if he wanted to explain what happened yesterday.
"Sister Qin, I know your difficulties. We should keep a distance from each other in the future! I don't think about myself, I also have to think about Yu Yu. She is not married yet, so she cannot have an eldest brother who is unclear about the widow."
This time He Yuzhu was tough and finally became immune to Widow Qin's pitiful little eyes. He left a word and left without looking back.
Qin Huairu looked at He Yuzhu's leaving figure and really felt that his long-term meal ticket had flown away.
When Wang Gang saw this, he just sneered, but did not receive the task completion notification sound from Golden Finger. He realized that maybe He Yuzhu had not completed the task of getting rid of Widow Qin.
"Why is this woman so troublesome? Even though He Yuzhu said this, she still refuses to give up?" Wang Gang shook his head and went home to wash up and prepare to go to work.
When he passed by Qin Huairu, he clearly felt resentment. It seemed that Widow Qin blamed him for He Yuzhu's changes.
Wang Gang sneered and did not even greet Qin Huairu, completely breaking up with her.
After washing up, Wang Gang walked to work. Not long after joining the driver's class, Liu Xianxian found work.
"Xiao Gang, if you want to take a train this morning to haul steel from the third workshop to the train station, you'd better find Master Kong to pick it up."
Liu Xianxian gave Wang Gang a note and car keys.
The slip is used to pick up the goods from the third workshop. The car keys are kept by the driver class leader and will be issued when the car leaves.
Every driver must carefully inspect the car before driving out, and make a driving record before driving the car away from the factory.
Trucks are an important asset of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. Even if the factory director wants to use the truck, it must be recorded.
After Wang Gang checked the car to make sure there was no fault, he drove the car to the third workshop, found the workshop director Zhao Danian, and handed him the delivery order.
"Master Xiao Wang, it's you who will drive out today!" Zhao Danian handed Wang Gang a cigarette and handed the order to the worker to pick up the goods.
Wang Gang was smoking a cigarette while chatting with Zhao Danian.
"Director Zhao, I am going to the train station today and will not leave the city."
Wang Gang also understood that Zhao Danian must be trying to get close to him because he wanted to take something to the countryside.
"It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Danian said with a smile: "Let me know next time you go out of the city. I have something to bring to my mother."
"Have you finished the food stamps you brought last time?" Wang Gang and Zhao Danian are also old acquaintances.
"Calculating that the time is about the same, if it weren't for the heavy workload in the factory, I would like to go back to my hometown in person." Zhao Danian sighed.
Zhao Danian originally came from the countryside, and he also had an old woman living in the countryside. He could not leave his hometown and refused to go to the city to enjoy the blessings.
Sometimes Zhao Danian would ask Wang Gang to bring some food stamps and meat stamps to his mother, and each time he would give 35 cents as labor fee.
There are many people like Zhao Danian in the factory. Every time there is a mission out of the city, the driver can make a fortune. If he accumulates a small sum, he can earn about ten yuan.
While they were talking, workers from the third workshop used trailers to transport the steel, and under Zhao Danian's command, moved the steel to the trucks.
There is no crane in the third workshop, and the steel is very heavy, so it is all moved manually, which is very labor-intensive.
Wang Gang was holding a teacup and watching from the side without interfering, but he saw a familiar figure among the porters.
