"Brother Zheng, my family has opened a clothing workshop. Now there are two sewing machines, which are not enough. But now the sewing air tickets are too tight. We can't get tickets at all, and we can't buy them if we have money. Your factory has no way to help. How many do I get?"

Zheng Yong shook his head: "Normal channels are definitely not working."

Wan Feng was overjoyed. The subtext of these words was that abnormal channels might work.

"What about other channels?"

"The workers in our factory have some indicator machines, which are used to take care of the workers in the factory. Each worker in the factory has an index machine every year. Many workers in our factory have them at home, so these workers give these indicator machines to their relatives and friends. What, there are some at the end of each year, but it’s not easy to handle now, I dare not say if there are too many, one or two is still possible, but it will have to wait a few days.”

It is impossible for Wan Feng to judge whether this statement is true or not, maybe the factory really has such a rule.

"It's the same as the factory price in your factory."

"Well, it's also 120 and five yuan."

"Brother, I'll give you one hundred and three for each one, no more than ten is fine, but how can you contact me if you've got it done?"

"Is there no phone in your unit?"

unit?Where is the unit from?How can there be a telephone in a brick and tile factory? Hey, isn't there a telephone in Zhou Bingde's office?He also left Wan Feng's phone number, let me think about it.

Wan Feng thought for a long time and finally remembered the phone number Zhou Bingde had given him.

"If you get it done, just make this call. When the other party answers, you will say that you are contacting the goods for Xiaowan, and just say that the goods are ready."

Zheng Yong put the phone number in his arms.

"Brother Wan, is there anything else, see if I can help you?" Zheng Quan asked a little drunk at the end of the drinking session.

"We only have to go back to Hongya now, but there is no bus in the afternoon, can you find us a bicycle to take us back?"

Wan Feng asked casually, and didn't expect Zheng Quan to provide any help.

"Hey! Our factory has a car from your Hongya transportation team to pull the machine today, and we have to go back around 01:30 in the afternoon. Do you want to go back by that car?"

Zheng Yong said something on the side.

Look at this luck, it's really against the sky.

Chapter 3 and Five: The Gap of the Reborn

If they could go back today, even if they got home later, it would be better than staying in Bohai, so Wan Feng and Zhang Xian followed Zheng Yong to the gate of Qianjin Factory after dinner, and they saw two old Jiefang cars with Hongya license plates.

In addition to the driver, each car also has a person who follows the car and manages the goods.

Wan Feng bought a pack of Qianmen cigarettes for [-] cents each, and got into a car with Zhang Xian respectively.

Stay at the hostel in Hongya for one night, see if Xia Qiulong and the others have any goods the next day, and then go home on the tractor tomorrow.

This was Wan Feng's overall plan, anyway, he had one more day of leave tomorrow after the three days he had asked for.

"Boy, if you come out and wander around by yourself at such a young age, you won't be afraid that others will sell you to the ravine?"

The driver was a bearded man in his 40s, who joked with Wan Feng whenever the car moved.

Wan Feng took out another pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lighted one for the driver and the person in the car.

"Sell me? The trafficker has a problem with his eyesight. If there is such a thing, who will sell him?"

"Shouting, the tone is not small, where do you live in Hongya?"

"Warrior Commune General Wei Brigade, master, what's your name?"

"Miangui's surname is Wei."

Afterwards, Wan Feng chatted with Master Wei, and in the process of chatting, he learned that Master Wei's car ran to Bohai Sea for three days and two days.

In 1980, there was no such thing as individual operation, and the logistics between a city and the outside world were almost all carried by the county transportation team.

The work of these drivers is always enviable.

Wan Feng felt that building a good relationship with these drivers would be of great help to his frequent trips to Bohai in the future. After all, there were only buses running back and forth in the morning at the passenger station, and there were no long-distance buses in the afternoon.

If he is going to Bohai or returning from Bohai in the afternoon, these drivers who drive public cars are his best choices.

Therefore, when the car arrived at Hongya around six o'clock, Wan Feng asked to invite Master Wei and others to dinner.

Is there any reason for them not to agree.

The sewing machine pulled by Master Wei's car was imported by the Hongya Supply and Marketing Cooperative, so the two cars entered the yard of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

Master Wei driving the car here is equivalent to the completion of the task, and the unloading of the goods will not be unloaded until the people of the cooperative go to work tomorrow.

After the cargo is unloaded tomorrow morning, they will come and drive the car away.

Master Wei, the driver of another car, Master Han, Wan Feng and Zhang Xian, the four walked into a restaurant on the side of the road outside the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

Wan Feng ordered four dishes, stewed eggplant with catfish, yellow croaker in sauce, fried conch, shredded meat, and a bottle of Hongya Chenxiang.

Don't look at Master Wei and the others who travel far and wide, their eyes straighten when they see the dishes Wan Feng ordered, they are all hard goods.

In fact, despite the fact that these dishes are hard goods, each dish doesn’t cost much, except for the full plate of shredded meat, the other dishes are only sixty or seventy cents.

The meal and the wine cost Wan Feng four yuan.

The money was nothing to Wan Feng. During his trip to Bohai, he had [-] yuan left from the purchase price of the electronic watch and the radio.

Even if the radio was only worth 20 yuan, it would have paid for his trip to the Bohai Sea.

When the car arrived at Hongya Wanfeng, there was nothing to worry about. The two drivers were off work and there was no scruples about drinking and driving, so the drink lasted until seven o'clock.

Both drivers' tongues became straight from drinking, and Zhang Xian's face also turned red. Only Wan Feng was fine, and he didn't even drink a sip or two.

Tobacco and alcohol are two things that he has made up his mind to stay away from in this life. He will never touch them if he can, and never touch them too much if he can.

Master Wei and Master Han patted their chests and promised that as long as Wan Feng went to Bohai, they would go to the second car team to find them. If they didn't go to Bohai, they would be arranged in another car.

This was not a bragging comparison between the two masters, they also saw that Wan Feng was a high-flyer, and any driver would be willing to pick up such a person.

After eating, the two of them wandered for more than half an hour, and arrived at Xia Qiulong's house.

Xia Qiulong went out and was startled.

"Where did you guys come from? Have you eaten yet?"

Xinli also greeted her from the house.

Wan Feng patted his backpack: "I came back from buying goods from Bohai, I just got the goods and came to see if you want anything."

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