Volume 1 Chapter 0079 Old Rongxing
Nan Yi had just finished wrapping the dumplings when a horn sounded outside the courtyard gate.
"Here you are. Does Mensaner have any cigarettes with him ?"
"I brought it, and a few packets of Huazi."
"Then go out and help the driver get the stamps on the car, and give him two packs of cigarettes."
"become."
Men Saner agreed and walked outside.
Nan Yi put water in the pot, lit the fire, sat on a low stool, leaned against the wall, and smoked leisurely.
Just after burning two bundles of straw, Men Saner came back.
"Master Nan, the car has left. Is the driver reliable?"
"Does it matter whether he is reliable or not? It's just a stack of stamps. Do you think he would tamper with it?"
"Yeah, I guess this guy is... a coward, right?"
"Um."
"Then I guess this Hong Kong coward can't see the value of those stamps."
"There's black fungus soaking in the basin on the washstand in the yard. Go get it. Light the fire for me and I'll make a cold dish out of it."
“Just one dish?”
"And there's a fish."
"That's a bit shabby. It's the Lantern Festival today." Men San'er muttered.
"It's better to be vegetarian. Look at your belly. It's bulging and you're not even thirty."
"There's nothing I can do. I have four meals a day, and every meal has wine and meat. The food is good." Men San'er patted his belly with a little smugness on his face.
"Don't worry, you'll be in trouble when you get fat."
"It's okay to be fat, plump."
"Stop being so joking and bring me the black fungus."
A dish of cold-mixed black fungus, a bowl of frozen fish, a bowl of rice balls for each person and two southern steamed buns, which are fluffy and hemispherical in appearance, with a "囍" or "壽" character on top. They are not big and not very filling.
Nan Yi went to the utility room and took out a bottle of Si Te liquor, opened the lid, and poured it for the two of them.
As the wine got hot, Mensaner started talking. "Uncle Nan, you know that the ex-factory price of Moutai has increased to 8.4 yuan. I really don't understand this price. We only bought it for 8 yuan two years ago.
Last time I saw it on the shelf at the First Department Store, it was 11 or 12 yuan, but it was a five-star brand, not a Feitian brand.
"How much is a bottle of Feitian now?"
"The price hasn't gone up, but it's getting harder. The original channels are no longer working. They say they want to earn foreign exchange and focus on exports. Uncle Nan, should we also stock up on Moutai?"
"If you want to stock up, you can. You don't need to stock up too much. Just enough is enough. Moutai is not like stamps or antiques. They have owners and people behind them. If you stock up too much, you might be charged with disrupting the market."
"Is there a way?"
"Yes, not much. For the three of us, you and I, two hundred boxes each is enough. More is not very meaningful."
Nan Yi didn't think about the appreciation of the value. He just planned to keep it for himself. After twenty or thirty years, he could use the real thirty-year-old wine to entertain guests.
Instead of adding a few drops of aged wine into the new wine, or passing the aged wine through an old wine cellar, that kind of gimmicky aged wine.
As for drinking it, forget it, Nan Yi doesn’t like the sauce-flavored type.
"That's 600 boxes. I can't get them anywhere else. I have to go to Maotai."
"Don't worry, go when you have time." Nan Yi picked up the wine glass, clinked it with the glass that Men San'er had placed on the table, and took a sip. "Tell me, have you broken up with that stinky circle?"
"It's broken, how dare I not break it? I'm really afraid that she will be like you said, and one day she will get pregnant and won't be able to tell whose child it is."
"It's good that it's broken. You can play with that kind of woman, but don't get involved with her. If you get too close, the mud will fall out of your pants, and it will be shit. You can't explain it even if you have a hundred mouths."
"I'm going to listen to your advice and find someone who looks average, who knows how to be warm and who can come home to a hot meal and take care of the house."
"It's a good idea to think that way. This kind of daughter-in-law is down-to-earth. Just take it easy out there and don't let her down too much."
When Nan Yi said this, he felt a little uneasy for some reason.
"Well, that's just how women are. I might take a few bites of the wild food, but Canary respectfully declines."
"Come, let's drink to you for getting on the right path."
Bang!
The glasses clinked and another one was drunk.
The two of them were drinking happily. Later, when they had nothing to eat with the wine, they could just put the fish bones aside in their mouths and suck on them , which could finish half a glass of wine.
The next day, Xian Weimin was called over, and the three of them had another drink together. On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the three of them escorted 700,000 people to the capital.
Seven hundred thousand, seven hundred stacks, divided among three people, each taking a sack, which was only about half a sack, so it was relatively easy to carry.
It’s just that being on the train is a bit tiring, as three of us have to take turns to look after him.
Fortunately, Lao Rong on the train has not yet come back to life. If the time gets later, who knows how many people will come to patronize these three fat sheep.
A blue butterfly on the left wrist and a tweezer handle on the right hand, this describes the lowest level of Lao Rong.
Lao Rong Xing is also called Xiao Luan Men, which refers to the line of thieves. Lao Rong and Xiao Luan are their titles, and some people also call them "Tweezers Handle".
Lao Ronghang is divided into five types of transactions, namely wheel money, friend money, black money, white money and high purchase.
Wheel money refers to theft on transportation, and Lao Rong, who "eats the flywheel", steals on trains. Of course, there are also thefts on ships and cars.
Friend money refers to stealing from "friends" who are half-familiar. Friends are not real friends, but people you have met and talked with before, that is, you have met them before.
Black money means working at night and not working during the day; white money means working during the day and not working at night.
Gao Mai refers to thieves who specialize in stealing from banks, jewelry stores, gold shops, silk shops and other businesses. They are high-level thieves who make a lot of money and generally have very good skills.
Things like Now You See Me and Ocean's Thirteen can be categorized as high-end purchases.
Lao Rong's industry was very orderly in the old society. It was not a scattered operation, but had an organizational program.
Every port or area has a boss, and every province and city has a chief boss. These people are the so-called "thief kings."
In the old society, if an old man stole something while working, he would not sell it immediately for money. He would hand the item over to the gourd owner and ask him to keep it for three days.
During these three days, if someone comes to your door through connections, it means you have stolen from a rich and powerful person, so you should return the items to them immediately to avoid offending someone you cannot afford to offend.
If you have nothing to do, you can sell the things and everyone can divide the money according to the ratio. In the jargon, this is called "挑了干瓢" (selling for money) and "均啄頭" (dividing the money according to the ratio among people).
In the old society, each industry had its own rules. Every place had its own local gangsters doing business, and outsiders were generally not allowed to enter casually.
Just like Lao Ronghang, every place has its own local gang of thieves and bosses.
If a worker from another place wants to come and do work, he has to greet his local counterparts first, which is called "bai xiang". In coastal or riverside areas, they call this "bai matou".
Nan Yi revealed the tip of a three-edged scraper from his sleeve, and stared at the man not far away who had glanced at him several times. There was a bright blue butterfly on the man's wrist...
