Spring Thunder Chapter 0196 Heartbreak
"Winter plum."
Nan Yi walked into the yard of the slum and shouted into the room.
Hearing the shouting, a young boy opened the door and came out of the room, followed by Li Lamei, who was pregnant.
"Nan Yi, you are here."
When Li Lamei saw Nan Yi, a smile appeared on her face.
Looking at Li Lamei's big belly, Nan Yi was a little stimulated. During this period, he saw big bellies wherever he went, and he also wanted to have a baby.
"You're at home. I thought you weren't. Didn't the neighborhood committee or the family planning office come to look for you?"
"It's okay. Wang Ge's household registration is with my relatives in my hometown."
"oh."
Nan Yi understood that it was easy to register a household registration at this time. With a little effort, one could register the household registration at a relative's house. Of course, it had to be rural to rural, urban to urban. It was not so easy for rural people to register their household registration in the city.
"Wang Ge, go and pour tea for your uncle." Li Lamei said to her eldest son who was standing next to her.
"No, the child is still young, I can do it myself."
"It's okay. Wang Ge can do it."
After hearing the order, Wang Ge walked towards the room happily. When he turned around, Nan Yi saw that there were big patches on the back of his clothes and on his buttocks.
Helping Li Lamei sit down on a chair, Nan Yi sat opposite her.
"Why is Wang Ge still wearing tattered clothes? Is there no money to spare?"
"Wang Ge is too naughty. He keeps climbing up the ladder and going down the ladder. Good clothes will become torn in just two days. At first, Lao Wang often bought him clothes, but later he stopped. He only buys a new set every two weeks. How can he tolerate such bad clothes?"
"That's right, boys are a little naughty." Nan Yi agreed and took out the shareholding certificate, "I have an industry in Xiangkeng and gave Ruoyin 0.5% of the shares. This is not a lot of shares, and I can't get much money at the beginning, only tens of thousands of yuan a year.
However, these shares will be valuable in the future. The little girl is still young and needs to be looked after by her parents.
You are her mother, so the shares are in your hands, and the annual dividends will also be distributed to you. You should hold them for Ruoyin first, and then give them to her when she turns 18."
"This...this, this is inappropriate , right?" Li Lamei was a little panicked.
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. Just keep it."
"Well, I'll keep it then."
Li Lamei glanced at the shareholding certificate and recognized most of the characters on it. Nan Yi was very considerate. The characters on the certificate were all simplified Chinese characters.
"I was not there when you gave birth to Wang Ge. Have you decided on a name for this little one?"
"It's settled. Old Wang said if we're still a boy, we'll be called Wang Bi."
This Wang Pola is quite good at naming. One is Wang Ge, one is Wang Bi, one is Wen, and the other is Wu. A civil official was promoted to the position of Junior Minister of the Imperial Household, and a military general was granted the title of Marquis Dingyuan.
It’s just that Wang Ge and Wang Bi… Wang Ge and Bi, isn’t this Wang Gebi? What is Wang Pola’s intention?
"Oh, are there any older girls in your courtyard?"
"No, they are either half-grown girls or in their forties, not really grown-up girls. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"It's okay, I'm just asking." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "If you give birth again, I probably won't be here. I'll give you a red envelope in advance."
As he spoke, Nan Yi took out a red envelope that he had prepared in advance.
Seeing that the red envelope was very thick, Li Lamei raised her hand to block it, "Your red envelope is too big, I dare not take it."
"Lamei, just take it. Don't be polite to me." Nan Yi forcefully stuffed it into Li Lamei's hand, and then took out two red envelopes, "These two are for Ruoyin, one for each of my two younger brothers."
Li Lamei took the red envelope and muttered, "This girl, this girl..."
No matter how precocious Nan Ruoyin is, she would never know that she should give red envelopes to her two younger brothers. This is still Nan Yi's doing, and it will happen every year in the future, and the red envelopes will become bigger year by year.
Nan Yi talked with Li Lamei in the yard for a while. As it was getting close to dinner time, Wang Polan came back pushing a tricycle.
"Nan Yi is here, why didn't you say hello earlier so I could bring some food back."
Wang Polan was very enthusiastic towards Nan Yi, but Nan Yi's eyes were attracted by a broken motorcycle on Wang Polan's tricycle . He stood up and nodded to Wang Polan, then rushed to the tricycle and looked closely at the motorcycle.
"Brother Wang, where did you get this motorcycle?"
"The one in Dongjiaominxiang, the seller was very generous and argued with me for a long time. I spent two dollars."
"Two dollars, you've got it. It's an antique from at least 70 years ago. What a pity it's not well maintained. It's almost rotten now."
"Is it an object?"
"If it's not rotten, it can be considered an item. Now..." Nan Yi shook his head, "Even if I sell it outside, it's only worth a few hundred dollars. The shipping fee is high enough."
"Nan Yi, if it's in good condition, how much would it be worth?" Wang Polan asked.
"Let me tell you, this motorcycle should be a 1913 Eagle Triumph. It was probably brought here by a foreigner back then. If you come across one in good condition, keep it. You can exchange it for a new motorcycle. If it can still be ridden, I can help you sell it. You can at least buy half a house."
"So valuable?" Wang Polan exclaimed.
"There aren't many of these left in the world, and rich foreigners want them."
"What about this one?"
"Forget about this one, it's a mess. You can take it off later and I'll see if there are any parts that can be used. Leave it there for now. If you come across it again and have a chance to assemble a working one, you'll win."
"Hey, I'll take it off now."
Wang Polan took off the motorcycle. Nan Yi asked Wang Polan to get a screwdriver and some cooking oil. With a few bangs, he cut the motorcycle into eight pieces.
"This engine is the only one that can be repaired. Buy some butter and grease it and keep it in good condition. The others are useless. Sell them for scrap metal."
"Okay."
“Have you received any old items in the past two years?”
“It’s rare to come across porcelain and jade. The people in the old city are all old folks who know about antiques, so it’s hard to find bargains from them. People in the outer cities used to be very poor, and there weren’t many valuables in their homes, so it’s even harder to find bargains.
I received mostly books, some Ming and Qing engravings, and sometimes some paintings, but most of them were things like "Ninety-nine Cold Plums", which were worthless. "
If you say that junk collectors, especially those in a city like Beijing, have no knowledge of antiques, they are just deceiving themselves.
So, when Nan Yi first came through, he never thought of going to any scrap collection station to look for antiques. You are smart, so you think everyone else is a fool?
Whether it's a scrap collection station or a rag collector, just ask around and you'll find that many of them were clerks in Panjiayuan and Liulifang before liberation, and some were even shopkeepers. Haha, it's just a dream to think you could get a bargain from them.
Although Wang Polan did not come from the antique business, he had some knowledge of antiques. He knew exactly what was valuable and what was not in China.
Although his eyesight may be a little poor, as long as he suspects that an object is an antique, that is enough and he will not let it go easily.
"You didn't do anything?"
"No, they can't be sold at a high price outside. A Ming dynasty engraving only sells for a few yuan. Only porcelain is in a good market right now."
"You can keep the porcelain to yourself. As for the engraved books, I'll have someone come and look at them someday. If there's anything I like, I'll buy it for a high price."
"Okay, just send someone over, and don't ask for a high price, just something close will do."
Wang Polan spoke beautifully, but there were already two golden coins in his eyes.
People who are nice with their words are usually not good with their hands.
Nan Yi knew exactly what kind of person Wang Polan was, otherwise he wouldn't have made so many arrangements.
Only after being dragged by Wang Polan to drink some wine did Nan Yi leave the slum.
I found a steamed bun shop and bought some Beijing Eight Pieces of Dim Sum.
Although the Eight Peking Snacks at that time were not worthy of its name at all, Mr. Hou Baolin had a crosstalk that satirized the Beijing snacks.
It was said that a car had pressed the peach cake into the asphalt road, and they tried to pry it out with a stick, but it didn't move, and the stick broke. Finally, a store clerk came and used the glutinous rice sticks from his store to pry the peach cake out.
But no matter what, the reputation of Beijing Eight Pieces is still there, and you can still present it to others by showing it off.
He took a taxi and stopped at the gate of Erhua’s staff quarters. Nan Yi asked the two school beauties to wait outside while he walked in with the snacks.
He wanted to do as he did before, just hang the things on the door handle, stuff the money through the crack in the door and leave. But who would have thought that as soon as Nan Yi stuffed the first Big Unity note, the door creaked open and a pair of small eyes stared at him.
"Uncle, who are you looking for?"
"Ruochan, are you alone at home?" Nan Yi frowned.
Nan Ruochan asked again: "Uncle, you haven't told me who you are looking for yet."
Nan Yi took the snack off the door handle and handed it to Nan Ruochan, "Uncle is looking for you. This is for you, and this one is for your grandma. Also, don't open the door to strangers."
After handing over the money, Nan Yi touched Nan Ruochan's head and was about to leave when a thunderous roar came in front of him. "You bastard, you come back like a thief, are you afraid that I will eat you?"
Yi Jinru is back.
"Aren't you going to work today?"
"There are mice at home, and I have to watch and catch them."
There was a hint of sarcasm in Yi Jinru's words. Which rat was he catching? Of course, it was the big rat Nan Yi.
"No need for your help, the rat will roll away on its own."
"You've grown more capable and dare to talk back." Yi Jinru tiptoed and reached out her hand towards Nan Yi's earlobe.
"Okay, isn't it embarrassing?" Nan Yi pulled his head back to avoid Yi Jinru's hand, "Be careful of yourself. Leaving Ruochan alone at home, don't be afraid of something happening."
"Don't meddle with your own business, you little bastard. Why, are you planning to leave now?"
"Yes, it's thousands of miles away. I have to walk back to the countryside and find a bridge pier to bake some pancakes so I can eat them on the road."
"You idiot, why are you talking nonsense to your mother? Get out of here quickly. If you want to leave, you have to have a last meal before being executed. After that, you can go back to your fence."
Damn it, Yi Jinru still speaks as harshly as ever, about the last meal before execution and going to jail.
When it comes to verbal battles, Nan Yi doesn't back down from her, but old women can throw tantrums, but he can't.
His combat power is 8000, while Yi Jinru's is 8 million. The gap is too big, so he quickly gave in.
The key point is that she is still his mother. No matter whether Nan Yi is her biological son or not, it is certain that she raised him. If he dares to ignore it due to seniority and morality, he will be killed by the saliva of the onlookers.
"You won't have your last meal. The executioner is waiting at the door. The execution will be held at Caishikou tomorrow. Remember to bring two steamed buns to dip in my stinking blood. Don't forget to keep good things within the family."
"I have a bad temper, you bastard, you are going to piss me off to death."
Yi Jinru almost jumped up. Nan Yi had always endured it in the past, but today he actually dared to take the blame. She was really angry.
"Don't worry, don't be angry. Starting from next month, the amount I pay home will increase to one hundred. You can eat and drink well." Nan Yi waved his hand, turned around and went downstairs.
Every month, Nan Yi asked Zuo Can to send 75 yuan to Yi Jinru from Shencun. This trip he made was to make up for the New Year money, and it was also a trip for him to show up.
Normally, it would be unreasonable for him not to come here since he was in Beijing, so Nan Yi used to come here on weekdays because he didn't want to meet people and save the trouble of dealing with them.
Who knew what happened today, Yi Jinru was actually at home.
He's still here, it's better to just try it out first. He is still waiting for Nan Tieli to come and ask for the letter of employment.
For the next ten days or so, Nan Yi wandered around the streets of Beijing again, visiting zoos, grocery stores, newly popped-up vegetable markets, and various newly opened shopping malls. He was everywhere.
The second round of renovation of dilapidated houses in the four old urban areas of Dongcheng, Xicheng, Chongwen and Xuanwu has begun. Nan Yi remembers that this renovation of old houses ended in failure due to financial constraints, and most of the projects ended in failure.
Many Beijing residents who live in slums are eagerly looking forward to moving into buildings, but this time most of them will end up disappointed.
Every day, Nan Yi would record what he saw and heard as well as the prices in various stores, vegetable markets, and shopping malls. Ten days later, he had collected all the data and pieced together a price map of the capital .
"Done?"
When Liu Zhen came home from get off work, she went straight to the table, picked up the drawing that Nan Yi had made and took a look at it.
"Um."
"What's the conclusion?"
"Beijing has the basic conditions for supermarkets to survive in its current situation, but unfortunately, the policy may not allow it."
"You mean a person?"
"I am considering the collective, not the individual."
"So what do you think?"
"Give it a try. Open one in Beijing and one in Shanghai. At most, a few hundred thousand dollars will be wasted."
"Wenchangwei is the main one?"
"Well, Wenchangwei is the main one."
"There are huge profits in supermarkets. Wal-Mart is developing very well in China. Walton is almost the richest man in China. Are you really willing to give it up?"
"There's nothing to be reluctant about. The soil here is different. It's impossible to replicate a Wal-Mart. Even if the supermarket route is feasible, it's impossible to roll it out across the country. The shackles of local protection are impossible to break."
"What about overseas? Walmart is still in China and has not yet started its global expansion. We still have a chance to compete with it."
"I know, let's wait a few years. We don't have that much money now." Nan Yi turned the pen in his hand and said, "Do you have any money on hand?"
"Yes, I still have 20,000 yuan here."
"What about the foreign exchange certificates?"
“No more.”
Nan Yi opened the drawer and grabbed a stack of foreign exchange certificates with a face value of 100 yuan.
"I took 10,000 yuan from Yamei, and I'll give you half of it."
"Why give me so many? I can't use so many." Liu Zhen said, swiping with his fingers, leaving about ten and putting the others back in the drawer, "It's easy for our unit to get foreign exchange certificates. We can exchange them anytime we need them."
"Oh, I'll put it in the drawer, you can get it yourself."
Nan Yi closed the drawer and fiddled with the fingers of his left hand. The pen seemed alive in his hand, turning smoothly back and forth, and he started to think again.
Seeing that Nan Yi was thinking again, Liu Zhen tiptoed out of Nan Yi's room and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"There is still a lot to do. Wenchangwei obviously doesn't have enough people. We have to go to Nanchen Village. This great gentleman still needs to be treated properly."
Chen Weizong had conveyed messages to Chen Zongqing several times, asking him to visit Nanchen Village again, and he also wanted Nan Yi to go to Nanchen Village to be a "big teacher".
The so-called great master actually plays the role of a military strategist or aide. In modern terms, it is a think tank or consultant. However, the great master Nan Yi is qualified to invest and is also qualified to receive a substantial fixed dividend.
Nan Yi didn’t care too much about the fact that his status was not as good as in Wenchangwei, but... Lu Yi, Nan Yi was really a little scared.
