business world

Chapter 10
It was good to have a letter of introduction. The commune had an ox cart going to the county seat. After seeing Wang Xiaojun's letter of introduction, the old man driving the cart not only refused to take his money, but even arranged a good seat for him.

"Young man, why didn't Lao Zhou from your village come?"

Before Wang Xiaojun answered, he himself said: "Lao Zhou is too old, he can't walk the mountain road anymore, alas!"

"Yes, the current mountain road is really too difficult to walk, and no one is willing to come out. This time I heard that there have been some changes outside, so let me take a look."

"No wonder you're carrying mountain mushrooms on your back. You probably want to see if you can sell them for money, right?"

"You have bright eyes!"

The man driving the car was called Niu Dazhu, and he laughed and said, "Your village is deep in the mountains, and many things are unclear. In fact, it is said that there are policies in this area, and they have been relaxed. However, large-scale business It still doesn’t work, besides, your mountain mushrooms are not good either, the city still prefers some meat, and everyone’s income is not very good, but I can show you a way. There is a textile factory in the county. The people here have some money, you go there and have a look.”

Wang Xiaojun asked about the prices of these mountain mushrooms.

After hearing this, Wang Xiaojun was discouraged again. The tall mountain mushrooms of his own can only be sold for about ten yuan, and there will be no more.

The commune is not too far from the county seat, and after two hours of ox cart walking, Wang Xiaojun finally saw the county seat in this era.

"Young man, if you want to go back by car, I will wait for you here at five o'clock."

Wang Xiaojun agreed and rushed towards the textile factory first.

Anyway, since it's here, we have to get rid of this thing in the basket.

When he came to the gate of the textile factory, Wang Xiaojun saw many people setting up stalls here, and he even saw that there were mountain mushrooms on several stalls.

On the bullock cart, Lao Niu said that this county is a big county for mountain mushroom picking. Every year, the mountains are full of mountain mushrooms. Everyone must have stocks. Only now did I find out that this is the case.

Fortunately, a small market has spontaneously formed here, and there are many people who come here to buy things. Wang Xiaojun simply sold all the mountain mushrooms at half the price than others.

It was said that it could be sold for ten yuan, but in the end, the money in hand was only five yuan.

Wang Xiaojun also knows that five yuan is very good in this era.

Amidst the unfriendly eyes of several hawkers who set up stalls, Wang Xiaojun quickly left here, he knew that the business of selling mountain mushrooms to make money was probably going to die.

With five yuan in it, Wang Xiaojun went crazy in the city.

I have to say that this place is really too dilapidated, running all the way down, there are slogans on many dilapidated walls, and some cyclists are seen from time to time.

Seeing a hawker selling noodles, Wang Xiaojun walked over to take a look, and the other party said: "A bowl of broth noodles for [-] cents, delicious and cheap, no ticket required."

Wang Xiaojun is really hungry now. After walking over to sit down, soon, a bowl of noodles with a little oil was served.

Looking at the noodles with almost no oil or water, Wang Xiaojun didn't want to say anything, and started to eat quickly.

After eating, Wang Xiaojun went shopping again and found that there was nothing to buy at all.

difficult!
Wang Xiaojun feels that it is really not easy to make some money in this era.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaojun saw a post office in front of him.

For some reason, an idea popped into my mind.

stamp!

Wang Xiaojun doesn't know what a stamp is, but he believes that the memory fused in his mind must be something extraordinary.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaojun walked in.

When I entered it, a lot of memories about stamps popped up out of nowhere.

When Wang Xiaojun received those memories, and then looked at the stamps in the counter, he felt another feeling.

The monkey ticket published in February 1980 is the first version of the monkey ticket in my country. It is a complete set with a face value of eight cents.

Looking at the middle-aged woman sitting there knitting, Wang Xiaojun hesitated before asking: "I want to buy more of these stamps, is there any more?"

The woman looked at Wang Xiaojun, but there was no problem with her attitude, and she said, "There are two full-page ones, each with 80 pieces, and that's all, do you want them all?"

Wang Xiaojun was stunned immediately, he only had 4 yuan on him, how to buy it?
With embarrassment on his face, Wang Xiaojun had no choice but to say: "Buy 5!"

A smile appeared on the woman's face, she took out five sheets, and even found a piece of paper to help wrap them up and said, "Put it away."

Wang Xiaojun came out in some embarrassment.

Poor!

However, soon, Wang Xiaojun didn't bother with this matter any more. From his memory, he knew that even these few copies could be sold for a lot of money.

When they found the meeting place, the old cow also came.

"Let's go, I'll wait for you."

When I looked at the car, I found that there were two fellows who sold mountain mushrooms in the textile factory.

The two of them also saw Wang Xiaojun, and one of them said in a deep voice, "Okay, today you are the one who made a mess, so we didn't sell many mountain mushrooms."

When Lao Niu asked about the situation, he laughed and said: "He is from Heishan Village, and he doesn't know the situation. Now that everyone knows each other, it won't happen in the future."

Under Lao Niu's persuasion, those two people's anger calmed down a little, but they didn't talk to Wang Xiaojun.

He arrived at the village at seven o'clock in the evening, but the old cow was enthusiastic and said to Wang Xiaojun, "Little comrade, it's not easy for you to walk at night, so how about it, go to my house to deal with it, and you can leave tomorrow."

Wang Xiaojun had no choice but to agree.

(End of this chapter)