National Tide 1980

At this time, Xiushui East Street was sparsely populated.

There is only one small restaurant nearby that sells fried pancakes and noodles.

So everyone eats very quickly.

In just over half an hour, Ning Weimin and Luo Guangliang had already filled their bellies in turn.

By this time, the sun had completely turned to the west, and it was about to go down.

The color of the sun also changed from golden to orange, coating the capital with a faint red light.

As a result, the situation in the street market has undergone considerable changes, that is, the number of people has decreased rapidly at a visible speed.

You know, in the capital of this era, a phenomenon of black and white has always existed clearly.

That is, crowds of people can be seen queuing and crowded everywhere during the day. When night falls, they immediately disappear and become sparse.

Only the dim street lights confirmed the desolation and loneliness of the city at night.

There will be no exception here.

So almost as soon as the workers dispersed, the vendors selling agricultural products began to close their stalls.

No matter how much or how little they earn, most people go home with the results of one or two hours.

Although during this period, some vendors selling other varieties came here again.

For example, those who sell insoles and socks, those who sell needles and threads, those who sell flashlights, batteries, umbrellas and other small merchandise...

These people, like successors, occupy the place where agricultural products have retreated.

But there are only a few stalls.

Moreover, their goods are scarcer in variety and inferior.

At a glance, you can tell that almost none of these people are professional hawkers.

I was forced by life to have no choice, so I secretly came here to "fish" after work after my formal work during the day.

For example, Ning Weimin and others can barely be considered as peers, and there are only two clothing sellers.

One is a stall set up by a middle-aged woman in her forties rolling up furoshiki.

There is only one kind of thing for sale, which is boxer underwear in a tacky style.

Pink, fruit green, black, blue, gray, striped, horizontal, small flower...

The colors are colorful, but they are so fat that there is no distinction between men and women. They should all be big pants that she sewn by herself.

And this eldest sister has obviously been doing this for a short time.

Not to mention being embarrassed to shout, she didn't even dare to raise her head to look at anyone.

Totally amateur among amateurs.

Another middle-aged man in his late twenties, but clearly a seasoned veteran.

This can be seen just from the fact that he is the only one among many vendors who hangs clothes on homemade iron racks.

The most outstanding feature of his goods is green.

What this owner sells are all military uniforms, with tops and bottoms, but they only add up to a dozen items in total.

In addition, there are more than a dozen pairs of rubber-soled Jiefang shoes hanging on the iron rack.

If you estimate it, the total assets are about two to three hundred yuan.

This is already considered the biggest hit among the hawkers here.

In short, when the chaos recedes, all the people who should leave will be gone.

The total number of vendors still setting up stalls on this street is only six or seven.

They compared it with Ning Weimin's luxury fleet.

This makes the sales group composed of six tricycles look like a huge and out of place monster.

So about five minutes later, the middle-aged man selling military uniforms, probably because he couldn't bear his curiosity, finally walked up to a tricycle and started talking.

"Brother, why are you here setting up a stall?"

The middle-aged man took the initiative to pass a cigarette to "Xiao Tao" who was in charge of the car.

It's a pity that the "red tassel gun" in his hand was too old. "Xiao Tao" glanced at the cigarette in the middle-aged man's hand and waved his hand in rejection with a sideways glance.

"Yeah, what's wrong? We can't come?"

"No, no, of course I can come."

The middle-aged man didn't care that he was asking for trouble. He looked at "Xiao Tao" and smiled again showing his kindness.

"How should I put it? There are no people here at night. In fact, there are not many people during the day. The excitement is only after get off work. I see you have so many cars and so many goods, why do you have to come here to sell them? How nice is it to be in the downtown area of ​​Bencheng City?”

As he said that, he shook his head disapprovingly.

And this "Xiao Tao" was actually one of the three people who made a bet with Ning Weimin.

Not to mention that he could endure the slow business, kept walking and talking to Ning Weimin in a friendly manner, and is still here holding on honestly.

But that's not because he has a good temper, but because he obeys the eldest brother Luo Guangliang and benefits from Ning Weimin.

There is a saying that young and energetic are called young and energetic, and this "Xiao Tao" is the most fiery fighting enthusiast among the Luo Guangliang brothers.

As soon as he heard this, he thought that the middle-aged man was ridiculing him. How could he bear it?

It immediately exploded like a lit firecracker!

"Grandson, where are you going? Stop meddling in your own business, and if you talk cheaply again, I will destroy your business!"

Well, these few words were thrown out with a raised eyebrow, which almost gave the middle-aged man a big bump.

The master was trembling with anger at that time.

He never expected that he would meet a ruthless Sanqingzi just by chatting with someone.

However, this curse was quite loud, and Ning Weimin and Luo Guangliang also noticed it.

When Luo Guangliang told "Xiao Tao" to stop causing trouble, Ning Weimin hurried over to comfort the middle-aged man.

"Brother, don't be offended. Our business is not good today. Is my friend angry? Come and smoke a cigarette, and I will make amends for him..."

Seeing that Ning Weimin handed over peonies, he apologized politely.

The middle-aged man immediately lost most of his anger, and he took it a little embarrassedly.

"I don't have any other intention, I just want to ask... Is everything okay? Forget it, I'm too busy..."

He wanted to leave, but Ning Weimin wanted to inquire about the situation here, and immediately took out a loud lighter from his pocket.

He bought this thing at the Friendship Store and it cost him more than a hundred.

"Brother, there's no business anyway, let's chat for a while. Come on, I'll order some for you..."

The sound of "ding" and the clear flipping sound immediately attracted the attention of the middle-aged people.

The master had never seen such a high-end thing before. His eyes were full of surprise, and he uncontrollably moved his head towards it while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"Brother, you are not an ordinary person. Just say whatever you want to ask."

The middle-aged man took a puff of cigarette after finishing speaking.

He didn't know whether the taste of such a good cigarette was good in itself, or because it was the first time he enjoyed cigarettes lit with an imported lighter, which had a psychological effect.

Anyway, from the looks of it, it was clear that he was very happy, so he naturally knew everything.

"I haven't asked my brother what's your last name yet?"

"Xiangui, my surname is Lian, and my name is Lian Changhai. I have been selling military uniforms here. Because of this, the people who often come here to set up stalls call me 'Company Commander'. You can just call me the same."

"Your nickname is so loud that it's hard to remember it. So have you really been a soldier?"

"No, no, I thought about it at first, but I didn't pass the physical exam. I asked my friends to get these clothes."

"Oh, do you set up a stall here every day? When do you come?"

"I come here when I have time, almost every night. From six or seven o'clock until ten o'clock in the evening. I can only come all day on Sundays. Don't we still have to go to work? This is the only way."

"So how's the business here tonight? Is it really that bad?"

"It's not bad, it depends on what you think. Some factory workers and people working in the embassy get off work late. Be patient and you will be able to open. Sell one or two pieces and earn some money. It's better than dying. The salary is strong, otherwise why would we come? But you have so many goods, this is..."

"Let's not talk about this, brother. I just want to ask you, how many foreigners are here? Isn't there a diplomatic apartment behind this wall? I have been waiting for a long time since I came here today, and it seems that I haven't seen a foreigner yet? "

"Ah? Ouch! Are you here for those foreigners? There are some, black, white, and gray. They always pass here after get off work, but you can't see them now. It seems that the embassy area is better for dinner. Late, you have to wait until 7:30 or 8 o'clock, then you can see us... But... I can't understand my language, they never look at our things... Besides, their money is different from ours. You It’s useless even if you hold it in your hand, where can I spend it?”

He looked at the warm-hearted "Company Commander" brother and looked at him like he was an idiot.

And such a thoughtful and detailed explanation.

Ning Weimin was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.

Come on! This cigarette was not given in vain!