A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 601: Business Man

It just so happened that I had almost finished the food I had with me.

Fu Jingyou simply sat down in a roadside noodle stall, planning to fill his stomach first.

But to be honest, the prices at these roadside stalls are indeed much more affordable than those at state-owned restaurants.

Fu Jingyou is tall and has a big appetite. After finishing a bowl of noodles, he ordered another one.

The noodle stall is run by a middle-aged couple.

He is quite good at doing business. He gives half a braised egg for free when you buy two bowls of noodles.

The clear soup noodles with leafy vegetables look unusually light.

But it can be garnished with a dark-colored boiled egg that is split in two on one side of the bowl with a kitchen knife, and the feeling immediately changes.

After staring at it for two seconds, Fu Jingyou picked up the egg and took a bite. He closed his eyes slightly and shook his head unsatisfactorily.

His wife's cooking is still delicious.

The noodle stall is affordable and many people sit down to eat.

In just a short while, the guy with a crew cut, who had been shouting for a long time before selling a few pairs of socks, also sat next to Fu Jingyou.

The guy with a crew cut waved and asked for a bowl of vegetarian noodles.

The lady boss of the noodle stall skillfully brought the bowl of noodle soup and joked with a smile:

"Matou, you used all the money from selling socks to come and eat noodles at my restaurant. Is it the same this time as before? Should I take two boiled eggs with me?"

"There is no plan (mǎogǎi), workers work just to make a living."

The guy with a short haircut called "Matou" waved his hand, and both parties looked like acquaintances.

"I still want two eggs. My grandma loves the ones you guys make."

"Row."

Fu Jingyou didn't understand Cantonese, so he didn't say hello and just continued eating.

Ma Tou noticed that he had just closed his eyes and shook his head, so he took out a pair of chopsticks and stirred the noodles while stretching his neck to look at him:
"Hey~! Gao Lao, should Lei Tou help Ning Tou first? (Why did you shake your head just now?)"

Fu Jingyou glanced at him and was about to make some body language to indicate that he didn't understand his dialect.

But thinking back to just now, when this pockmarked man was shouting to sell socks, he was clearly speaking Mandarin, so he changed his tone and said bluntly:
"I don't understand your dialect."

Ma Tou was surprised for a moment, then leaned back and looked up and down at Fu Jingyou:
"You're not from Jinshan?!"

Jinshan Lao refers to some Chinese living in America and Australia, or men who returned from there to settle down.

In the past two years, many Chinese have returned from overseas, and most of them have much better financial conditions than Chinese people.

Fu Jingyou has a ruddy complexion and is tall and strong. Ma Tou calls him "Tall Guy", which may be related to his height and physique.

Considering all the characteristics of Fu Jingyou, he looks like a man who eats well and lives a good life every day.

Ma Tou thought he was a returnee from overseas, so he tried to get close to him enthusiastically.

Fu Jingyou didn't understand what "Jinshan Lao" meant, so he didn't respond. He glanced at him and lowered his head to continue eating noodles.

Ma Tou roughly understood that he had misunderstood something.

But it doesn't matter.

It doesn’t matter if you are not a returnee or a Jinshan native.

This man looks like a rich man.

Ma Tou lowered his head and ate his noodles. In his spare time, he patted Fu Jingyou and actively promoted the product:
"Boss, I sell a lot of small things here. The quality of the socks is also very good..."

Fu Jingyou was not used to the title of "boss" and was afraid of causing trouble, so he interrupted him and said:
"Call me comrade."

Ma Tou was stunned for two seconds, scratched his head and nodded:

"All right, all right, comrade!"

"Then comrade, do you want to take another look at the socks?"

Ma Tou was eloquent and had a lot to say. He patted his chest and made a solemn promise:

"Chinese people don't cheat Chinese people. I promise, I'm telling the truth. You can take a look first. It's okay if you don't like it."

Fu Jingyou turned to look at Ma Tou:

"have a look."

Ma Tou Mian didn't bother to eat and immediately moved the snakeskin bag at his feet to the side of the bench. There were white, black, colorful stripes, and florals.

He took several stacks of various long and short socks and placed them on a corner of the table, letting Fu Jingyou look at them himself.

Fu Jingyou's intention to see the socks was fake, but his real intention was to find an opportunity to hook up with the boy in front of him.

But the quality of the socks is really good.

Most of them are made of pure cotton, which is softer than nylon socks and breathable and prevents sweaty feet.

Looking at them, Fu Jingyou carefully selected a few pairs and asked:

"What's the price?"

"Pure cotton ones are 20 cents a pair, and six pairs are 1 dollar. Nylon ones are 30 cents a pair, and four pairs are 1 dollar."

“Are nylon socks more expensive than cotton ones?”

"Yeah, you don't understand, right? Haha~"

Ma Tou laughed twice and said:

"Of course, materials from America are more expensive when they are shipped across the ocean."

Fu Jingyou nodded in understanding.

He knew that there were many kinds of fabrics, but he had never done any in-depth research on their respective origins.

Fu Jingyou was slightly surprised that the nylon socks were actually produced abroad.

Ma Tou knew what he was thinking.

In terms of comfort, cotton socks are definitely more comfortable.

But there are many foreigners and returnees in Guangzhou and Shenzhen. With them leading the way, many young people are now starting to pay attention to "fashion".

People only care about how it looks, and they will put themselves at the back if it’s comfortable.

Seeing that Fu Jingyou only picked white cotton socks, Ma Tou said:
"Don't just take the pure cotton ones, try the nylon ones too. They're easy to wash and dry, and they look good. Young people in the city like this style."

Fu Jingyou shook his head.

No matter how fancy and beautiful something is, it can’t compare to cotton socks.

And he always remembered that his wife liked to wear white socks.

The fabrics of the few pairs of white socks at home were a little hard and damaged, but they were still washed clean.

It's nothing like the ones others wear, which leave big black marks even after washing.

These are all small details. I usually don’t have time to buy new ones, but this time I came across them, so I just bought them all.

Fu Jingyou picked out a pair of long and short white socks that cost only three yuan.

Ma Tou took the money, watched him put the socks into the messenger bag, scratched his head and said:

"If you like cotton socks, we also have black ones. Don't just choose white ones..."

White doesn't get dirty.

After wearing it a few times, it will always leave black and gray marks, and it doesn't look good when worn outside.

"White is fine."

Fu Jingyou smiled faintly and didn't explain anything.

With monetary transactions, the relationship becomes much closer.

Fu Jingyou put away his things, raised his chin towards the snakeskin bag beside Ma Tou's leg, and asked bluntly:
"I see you have a lot of stuff, where did you get them from?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Ma Tou was new to the business of setting up stalls.

There are many places that can do wholesale secretly now, but for small businesses, it is taboo to have others come to inquire about the supply points.

Ma Tou immediately became alert, pulled the snakeskin bag closer to his chest, and said:

"What's the matter? Are you actually a businessman?"

You can’t just hand over your family assets casually, but if you want to ask someone to do something for you, you have to be honest and sincere.

Ma Tou kept calling Fu Jingyou "xx guy". After a few times, Fu Jingyou roughly understood what he meant by "business guy".

He selectively explained:
"I'm not a businessman, I just want to find a way to support my family. Your accent means you're a local, right? You know this place better than I do."