Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

"Third class merit, 200 yuan, you send the beggar away." Wei Wei threw the canvas bag she was carrying on her back on the table, with a loud 'bang', and the force with which she threw the bag intuitively reflected her anger.

"Third-class meritorious service, fixed at 200 yuan per month, and 2 yuan per mechanical ball, non-negotiable." In fact, Wei Wei refused to let go because he was afraid of giving too much support to North Vietnam.

After all, she knew in her heart that this was a white-eyed wolf that would bite back, and she should be panicked.

"That's right," Qian Duoduo whispered, "Sister Wei's time is so precious. With this time, she can catch several spies."

Qian Duoduo was absolutely sure of this. Although she didn't know why Sister Wei and those informants and spies sometimes just passed by each other, she could quickly discover the problem with that person. Within a few days, there was irrefutable proof of military exploits.

Wei Wei moved his mouth, silently signaling Qian Duoduo to prepare pen and paper. He glanced at Zhang Zeliang from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was really confused.

"Can I pay on credit?" Zhang Zeliang took a deep breath. There was a lot of pressure on the border, and Wei Wei was under a lot of pressure. The sandwich biscuits were almost crushing him.

Forget it, it’s better to pay for it privately first, and then slowly ask for money from above.

"Yes," Wei Wei thought for a moment and knew what Zhang Zeliang wanted to do, "Aren't you afraid that you owe me too much money and you can't pay it back?"

Wei Wei weighed up Zhang Zeliang. Major General, he should have a lot of money in his pocket, right? You shouldn't have to pay a few times before you become a pauper.

"It's okay, I will definitely get it in the end." Zhang Zeliang was very proud. If he didn't get it, it would be because of the children he raised. Atan and the others would definitely not watch their old father die of poverty.

Pei Tan, who was adopted by Zhang Zeliang, and his unsuspecting children: there was always a cold feeling behind his back for no reason, and there was always an ominous premonition. Could it be that his old father was going to suffer?

"Then it's agreed, it costs 2 yuan each, plus a third-class merit note." Wei Wei took the pen and white letter paper handed over by Qian Duoduo, went directly to the desk, and wrote a payment contract, "By the way, How many are there in the first batch?”

"There are two thousand." For the first time, Zhang Zeliang felt that money is really a good thing. Money can't make people go around, but it can make Weiwei work.

"Let's take a look. If you don't have any objection, just sign your name. This is the first time. I should pay a total of 4200 yuan. I will pick it up a month after it is delivered." Wei Wei directly used the honorific. How nice. Don't let him think this job is too easy. Otherwise, if you don't pay him next time, such a profitable business will be gone.

Wei Wei: "I am also very worried about the war situation in North Vietnam. When the mechanical ball is delivered, I will work day and night so that you can have things delivered as soon as possible."

It was the first time that Zhang Zeliang heard Wei Wei use the word "you". Instead of being flattered, Zhang Zeliang got goosebumps all over his body.

Zhang Zeliang: "It doesn't have to be like this. Wouldn't one month be too soon? You have to take care of your own body. You are still growing."

Wei Wei sneered a few times. It's rare that you still remember that she was still a teenager. She almost thought that all you cared about was the country.

Zhang Zeliang read the brief payment contract several times before signing his name, "Should it be made in duplicate?"

Wei Wei directly clicked on the blank space, "Don't worry, the fingerprints haven't been stamped yet, and there are private seals, which can't be saved." He turned around and started writing the second and third copies.

After Zhang Zeliang pressed his fingerprints and stamped his personal seal, Wei Wei directly put away the contract, which contained the ins and outs.

Zhang Zeliang also put away his copy, but it was different from the first detailed contract written by Wei Wei. What was written on it was a debt statement in duplicate, which simply and crudely stated how much money Zhang Zeliang owed Wei Wei. Sign, seal, and fingerprint.

"This is the first payment, and based on visual inspection, there will be a second and third payment." Wei Wei stared at Zhang Zeliang leisurely. If he did it two more times, he was afraid that the unscrupulous uncle would become the poorest major general in the world.

What a shame. I watched it without knowing it. I must not misunderstand that Major General Zhang is a sleazebag.

"I'll have someone bring the eggs to you." Zhang Zeliang couldn't wait for a moment.

"Go slowly and don't send it away," Wei Wei held up the debt note, "It would be better if the debt was paid along with it."

Seeing Zhang Zeliang's retreating figure looking weak, Qian Duoduo couldn't help but feel soft.

"Sister Wei, are you okay if you do this?" Qian Duoduo was worried. Although she had cooperated well with Sister Wei just now, she was afraid that someone would use this to attack her.

“It’s because those true scholars with backbone, righteousness, and sense of mission are too selfless and give too much face to those shameless people. When they are useful, they will attract them, but when they are useless, they will fall out of favor faster than reading a book. This makes them think that we people are cheap. ." Wei Wei's eyes flashed with danger, she didn't want to be a cheap tool, she was right.

"Duoduo, remember, no matter what, you have to ensure that you live first. If you die, there will be nothing." This is Wei Wei's deepest understanding on this land, death is like a lamp going out.

Qian Duoduo recited this sentence silently several times and remembered it deep in her heart. She must live a long life and always be Sister Wei's left shoulder and right arm, and never let Sister Wei fight alone.

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The next day, as the sun rose, Chu Batian stood at the door of Wei's house, knocked on the door again, and waited patiently for the door of Wei's house to open.

There were two large boxes of mechanical balls at his feet. It was still a bit cold in March, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Wei Wei opened the unbolted door and pointed at the wooden sign hanging on the door: "It says: 'Guests are welcome to come in'. Are you blind? Didn't you see it?"

In order to save trouble, Wei Wei hung this wooden sign directly on the copper ring at the door of her house. No one in this area dared to break into her house anyway, and the door was unlocked.

This saves her from having to spend time opening the door when someone comes. Zhang Zeliang, Duoduo, and even Pei Tan all come in directly by themselves.

Although living in this house is comfortable, the lake is really in the way. When will I be able to buy land and build a house that suits my heart?

Chu Batian: "I saw it. I thought it was a joke." His cold eyes seemed to reveal what kind of strange flower Comrade Wei was in front of him.

"Come in, Comrade Chu," Wei Wei turned around and walked in, picking up a box of mechanical balls. "Just put the things down later. I'll pick them up in a month."

Chu Batian followed Wei Wei across the long wooden bridge and gently placed the mechanical ball on the ground on the first floor of the small attic. With his hands free, he took out a remittance form from his pocket.

Chu Batian: "This is what Major General Zhang gave you."

Although Chu Batian looks calm now, in fact, when he received the remittance order from Zhang Zeliang, he was very uneasy in his heart.

There is a craft that is really profitable, and it makes him excited. He really wants to take off his military uniform. When can he be free again? The days of running in the black market seem like a lifetime ago.