National Tide 1980

The handicraft shop opened inside the Zhaigu Palace had a good start as soon as it opened.

The things Ning Weimin sells are quite popular and popular with foreign guests, and he can make a lot of money from the foreign devils.

Although this is a happy event, it is nothing compared to the results he achieved in another sales channel.

You know, Ning Weimin never puts all his eggs in one basket.

He also thought about what to do if foreigners did not want to buy it?

So to give myself some protection and to be safe.

He adopted a two-pronged approach of promoting both domestic and export sales.

In fact, long before he found someone to decorate the store, he began to take advantage of the book market held in front of the Zhai Palace every Sunday.

Just like in the "ghost market", Sun Wufu also set up a street stall outside the entrance of Zhai Palace and started selling second-hand goods to tourists.

Of course, this only refers to the similarities in business forms.

In fact, it is very different from the "ghost market" in many aspects.

The first thing that needs to be pointed out is that Ning Weimin does not cheat his own compatriots.

The remaining items he picked were resold to ordinary people in the capital, and the price he asked was not high at all.

Even if it's a well-preserved one, it will cost half the price of new items at most.

Some seriously injured people can walk out even if they are only 10 to 20% percentile, let alone 30% to 40% percentile.

To be honest, many times the price he sells is lower than the price he received, which is purely a loss-making profit.

It was a fresh and cold morning in mid-March 1980.

Because it's not yet five o'clock, it's still dark.

A thin layer of frost fell on the eaves and branches, and the frost shone crystal clear in the moonlight.

Courtyard No. 2 of Shan'er Hutong is also deserted, and all the windows of every house have their curtains drawn.

I could only occasionally hear the snoring of sleeping people in various doors, and the noise of mice making noise in the small kitchens in the courtyard.

But in such a quiet moment, Ning Weimin had already woken up.

He couldn't wait to escape from the warm bed and put on his clothes.

It was a bit depressing to say that today, he was woken up by the smell of his own fart.

This is probably the side effect of eating too much green onions with dipping sauce, stinky tofu on steamed buns, and fried soybeans with salt and pepper last night.

There is no way, when it comes to eating, the essence is just a smelly mouth and a smelly butt.

Not to mention saving money.

Mao Baqi can make your mouth full of food, but doesn't it cost you a certain amount of money physically?

Otherwise, how could this meal be called "poor man's delight"?

After getting up, Ning Weimin groped in the dark and put water in the urinal in the room.

Then he tiptoed to the outhouse, filled the washbasin with a ladle, washed his face, and brushed his teeth.

Then fill the stove with coals and put a pot of water on it.

After that, he picked up the canvas luggage bag in the corner with the two characters "Jingcheng" and the pattern of "Jingcheng Railway Station" printed on it, and opened the latch of the outer door.

But even though he was extremely careful, even though he was extremely familiar with the environment in the room, he never made any inappropriate noise.

It's a pity that the door of the outer house, which is older than Ning Weimin, is an old-fashioned thing.

Hearing only a "squeaking" sound, Kang Shude coughed out.

This proves that the old man has been awakened.

Sure enough, a question came from the bed in the outer room.

"Weimin, are you leaving now?"

"Old man, please sleep peacefully. I will close the door for you right now."

"Why is it so early today? I'm afraid it's not even o'clock yet?"

"It's a bit loud. But it's not a few minutes early. It's a quarter past five."

"Okay, then you go early and come back early. You must eat well for breakfast. People are iron and food is steel. Don't just do it..."

"Hey, I can't do anything wrong to myself, so don't worry."

"Also, remember, when you deal with those people, it doesn't hurt to suffer some losses. You won't make a fortune by worrying about everything. You will have a long life in the future, so don't be young and arrogant..."

"I know. Don't worry, I'm not stupid..."

As he stepped forward, the door was gently closed, and Ning Weimin finally walked out of the hut with his big bag in his hands.

Then he walked around the courtyard gate and came to Shan'er Hutong.

At this moment, the long and narrow alley was empty.

Not only were there no pedestrians, there were not even any chirping sparrows.

Ning Weimin, who was breathing white breath, walked in the cold breeze, tightening the cotton hat on his head, but his heart was extremely warm.

For no other reason than that, the old man who warned him not because of his relatives, although he was nagging, his words were so heart-warming.

It's so nice to have someone who really cares about me.

Yes, he is not Ning Weimin himself.

This body was inexplicably occupied by him.

In fact, he was just drunk at home during the first two days of the Spring Festival in 2020 and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found myself in this era and with this identity.

From the perspective of this time and space, the real him has not actually been born yet.

He had to wait until 1986 before his infancy was abandoned at the entrance of the orphanage by his cruel parents.

So speaking of it, the first thing that can be determined in common between him and the real Ning Weimin is that they both have no relatives and are all orphans.

So, take care of yourself as you come.

Why he traveled through time and what his real name is are no longer important.

What matters is that he is already here.

The moment he woke up from the gas poisoning, he took his place and became Ning Weimin.

I have a brand new life path full of opportunities.

And this was the fundamental reason why he was willing to sell his blood to save Kang Shude.

Think about it, what kind of era was the 1980s?

It was just like the opening title of "August 1st Film Studio", exuding the light of gold letters on a red background!

It was a time when all kinds of waste were waiting to be revitalized, and it was the starting point for our country to turn from weak to strong. It was the best era when reforms repeatedly created miracles.

As our country has grown from scratch and its economy has taken off, countless opportunities to make big money have come.

Even any investment type is now at a historical low.

Then there is no doubt that anyone in his position would.

If you don't plan to compete for the title of the world's richest man in the future, you will definitely try to surpass the achievements of the "two horses".

Even those who have no future and lack ideals and ambitions.

You can easily enjoy the glory and wealth, and live a good life with hugs from left to right, hugs from front to back, and hugs from behind.

Therefore, Kang Shude, who awakened him from this era, was equivalent to putting a big time and space lottery ticket without filling in the numbers into his hands.

This gives him the opportunity to become a rich generation.

Of course, he will be regarded as his noble person, just like a reborn parent.

Besides, even chicks and ducks hatched from eggshells will regard the first living thing they see as someone they can rely on.

As soon as he woke up, he looked at the old man and sprayed him with water, fanned him, and wiped his face.

He even once mistakenly thought that this old man was the real relative of the body he occupied.

How could he not have a crush on the old man?

Although when he gradually figured out his situation, he found that Kang Shude was actually his rival for these two small houses.

But this undoubtedly made him more moved and trustful.

Needless to say, this old man is indeed kind-hearted.

It is definitely not for a profit, no bottom line, and a person who has lost his conscience.

And besides the life-saving grace, which is unforgettable, there is also a crucial point in the end.

In fact, for him, as a senior player in snare drum, Kang Shude deserves his admiration and respect.

Because before he traveled from the future to this era, he also made a living by reading and playing with antiques.

His job was to collect pawn tickets and redeem the pawn shop's collateral, and to buy commemorative coins and stamps from the Internet.

If you have nothing to do, you have to visit pawn shops, auctions and the Madian stamp and coin market. I have to deal with various collections every day.

Naturally, a well-known collector like "Teacher Ma" is his idol that he truly admires.

And he never expected that this Kang Shude was a real person who didn't show his appearance.

His stomach is full of real things, no worse than Teacher Ma.

It was nothing during the Spring Festival. Just a few casual words were enough to make him fall in love.

Then how could he continue to challenge the old man for a small profit?

If he was as blind as Ning Weimin in the past, wouldn't he become a silly boy?

Even though these two small houses are located in the heart of the capital, they could be worth millions in the future.

But compared with Kang Shude's personal value, it's nothing.

Therefore, based on all the above reasons, in addition to gratitude and gratitude to Kang Shude, he was filled with the joy of meeting an expert.

The admiration and admiration for the old man are all sincere.

In this way, he can truly smooth out his relationship with this old man, and become more and more compatible with him as they get along.

Otherwise, just by selling blood, at best, the two parties would not owe each other anything.

The old man and the young man may be able to remain quite polite and courteous afterwards, but the relationship between the two of them must not be brought closer to this point.

In short, as a soul who knows the general trend of the world in the next forty years and how the country will undergo earth-shaking changes.

His core interests are no longer restricted by the front door building in front of him.

It is no exaggeration to say that since he confirmed the authenticity of his time travel, he can dream out loud every day.

PS: Since the beginning of writing this book, some people have made reckless comments.

Some people question whether Ning Weimin's mother died in a traffic accident or that Ning Weimin's father died of excessive smoking and drinking.

Some people have expressed doubts about buying monkey tickets, thinking that monkey tickets cannot be cashed out quickly, and it is meaningless to buy them without selling them.

Some people say that things are more valuable when they are rare. If you save too many monkey tickets, they will become cheaper.

Others say that you should go in and out quickly, buy antiques, buy courtyard houses, and so on. In short, they think it is impossible to make a fortune based on monkey tickets.

People who think like this actually only have the routines in other rebirth stories in their minds.

It's as if the world has only one possibility. It's like the common sense that rare things are valuable is something others don't know.

These are the same people who don’t even know that there were horse-drawn carriages, livestock, mountain roads, and the Great Liberation Truck in the past. Their brains causing car accidents is one possibility.

These are the same people who don’t even know how much liquor cost eight cents, ten cents, and ten cents in the past. They don’t even know how much bee cigarettes and dagong cigarettes cost. It’s even less clear that the harder the lower class people work, the more they like to smoke and drink to numb themselves. I don’t know that even the coachmen in the old society spent some money on tobacco and alcohol, and even chewing iron nails could be drunk.

These are the same people who have not even calculated how many times the Monkey Ticket has increased. They have not even calculated in which year private house sales are allowed, when will there be channels to buy secondhand goods, when will self-employed people be able to engage in simple trading of small commodities, and when will they be able to start private companies? , not sure.

Otherwise they would not express such opinions.

Their understanding of the old days is probably limited to their own imagination.

The past they recognize is probably only part of what they want to believe.

I didn't bother to pay attention to it at first, but I just found this logic of trying to find a sword a little funny. But in order to reduce some invalid comments for friends who really read the book, let’s go back and say a few words at the beginning.

First, what did the protagonist do in his previous life? What will the protagonist do in the future? There are already hints in the book.

Just because other rebirth essays are useless doesn’t mean this book is the same. If you have never seen a monkey ticket seller, I will let you see him.

This article’s Monkey Ticket is a powerful tool. In the future, necessary props in the plot will not only be bought and sold, but also play a role beyond everyone's imagination.

Second, collection must be cost-effective, collection must be sequential, and legal and objective conditions must be considered.

To put it simply, old things are all cheap and can be compared with each other. They are still expensive and have different potentials and storage conditions.

Buying with your eyes closed and taking action on everything is too stupid, there will definitely be trade-offs.

This question ends here and will not be raised again in the future.

Readers who have read my old works should have a rough idea.

I wrote the book objectively based on real history and supported by real data.

When will my protagonist do something?

The era and society I write about are neither imagined old times. It is not a cookie-cutter world with only one possibility. To put it simply, old things are all cheap, but compared with each other, they are still expensive and have different potentials and preservation conditions.

Buying with your eyes closed and taking action on everything is too stupid, there will definitely be trade-offs.

This question ends here and will not be raised again in the future.

Readers who have read my old works should have a rough idea.

I wrote the book objectively based on real history and supported by real data.

When will my protagonist do something?

The era and society I write about are neither imagined old times. Nor is there only one possible world.

I wrote the book objectively based on real history and supported by real data.

When will my protagonist do something?

The era and society I write about are neither imagined old times. It’s not a cookie-cutter world with only one possibility… My protagonist will do something at a certain time.

The era and society I write about are neither imagined old times. Nor is there only one possible world.

When will my protagonist do something?

The era and society I write about are neither imagined old times. It’s not a cookie-cutter world with only one possibility… My protagonist will do something at a certain time.

The era and society I write about are neither imagined old times. It’s not a world where there is only one possibility…