With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Zuo Changzheng is really the sixth person, and he actually gave Xue Ming the power of purchasing. From ancient times to the present, and in the future, purchasing has always been a lucrative right.

Xue Ming has been working hard and making progress just to make his family full of hope for the future. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a business in the end.

The wheat and soybeans grown in the space farm are about to be harvested. Yesterday, I was worried about how to sell them. Today, Zuo Laoliu provided the perfect solution.

"Thank you Brother Liu for your trust. I will work hard to get this thing done and I will never let our brothers go hungry in the last quarter of this year." Xue Ming promised, patting his chest.

"I'm the third oldest in the ranking, not the sixth. You can put your other work aside this quarter and concentrate on managing our canteen." Zuo Changzheng looked pleased.

Next, the two brothers split into two groups. Xue Ming rode to the black market and planned to sell all the food stamps and oil stamps, because these things have a useful life and do not need to be expired after the expiration date.

Zuo Changzheng rode his bicycle straight to the Transportation Bureau, came to Cao Baoshan's office, and respectfully presented a hundred kilograms of meat coupons.

"Comrade Baoshan, our Transportation Department has decided to regain the spirit of hardship and simplicity, and decided to hand over the tickets for 100 kilograms of pork in the fourth quarter, and ask Comrade Baoshan to distribute the tickets to the working people who need meat more." Zuo Changzheng was impassioned.

Cao Baoshan looked down at the meat tickets on the table, then looked up at Zuo Changzheng's face, "I really didn't make a mistake. The transportation department has indeed walked in front of the brother department again."

He stood up and patted Zuo Changzheng on the shoulder, "Brother Changzheng, whose idea was it to hand in the meat tickets? The majority of transporters won't have any objections, right?"

"Comrade Baoshan, please rest assured. Deputy Director Xue Ming and I have already done ideological work for the comrades." Zuo Changzheng said loudly.

"Okay, great!" Of course Cao Baoshan would not believe his lies, but he was very pleased because Xue Ming still did what he wanted.

In the black market in the southern suburbs, Xue Ming found Chen Dongfeng, a big businessman in the black market, and gave him a cigarette.

Chen Dongfeng hurriedly opened the cigarette case and took out a match to light Xue Ming, "Brother Xue, can you please take care of me?"

"I really need your help with some small things. Let's find a secluded place to talk." Xue Ming said.

This sly-looking philistine is a friend of Zhao Erlian. A philistine is a buying and selling middleman who helps buyers and sellers complete transactions and collects commissions.

The two came to the crematorium and burned the bodies. Xue Ming threw away the cigarette in his hand and said, "I want to hand over 3,600 kilograms of food stamps and 80 kilograms of cooking oil stamps. Do you dare to take it?"

Chen Dongfeng's head buzzed, his calves softened and he squatted on the ground, raising his head and staring blankly at Xue Ming's face.

The biggest deal he ever made was a hundred kilograms of food stamps. Thirty-six hundred kilograms was absolutely terrifying. Chen Dongfeng instantly suspected that Xue Ming wanted to sell the property in the transportation office and run away abroad.

"Looking at your potential, how dare you call yourself the number one philistine in the southern suburbs?" Xue Ming bent down to help him up, and then reached out to help him knock off the mud on his pants.

Chen Dongfeng's head was buzzing. He quickly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He opened the matchbox but found that there were no matches in the box.

Xue Ming took out a lighter from his pocket and lit a cigarette for him. Chen Dongfeng wiped the cold sweat from his face and smoked one cigarette after another, finishing one and lighting another.

Smoke filled the crematorium, and Xue Ming played with the lighter to give him time to think.

This lighter looks like an old-fashioned TV set and is a kerosene lighter imported from Japan.

It is said that there are only five in the entire provincial capital. The one Xue Ming had was a wedding gift given to him by his uncle Zhao Dalian.

Chen Dongfeng suddenly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot, "Damn it, if you die, your eggs will fall into the sky, and you will not die for tens of millions of years. I'll do it."

Pointing at Xue Ming's lighter, "I'll take over my brother's business. I don't want your commission. I want this lighter. Please bear with me and give up."

"Thank you, Brother Chen. By the way, help me get another 150 pounds of fish tickets." Xue Ming put the lighter in his hand.

"We'll wait until the work is done. Brother, follow me." Chen Dongfeng returned the lighter to Xue Ming. The rule of the philistines is to do the work first and then get the money, so he didn't want to ruin his sign.

There are many people in the black market, including workers' children wearing khaki liberation shoes, and suburban farmers wearing beggar's clothes. Regardless of their status, they all look quite thin.

Chen Dongfeng saw an acquaintance and went over to strike up a conversation, "Isn't this Brother Glasses? Do you need help?"

The young man wearing black-rimmed glasses glanced at Xue Ming, coughed and stretched out four fingers to Chen Dongfeng, "I want food stamps."

"Forty pounds of food stamps, brother, do you want gas stamps?" Chen Dongfeng said and quietly winked at Xue Ming.

Xue Ming took out four food stamps from his pocket and handed them to Chen Dongfeng, each with a face value of ten kilograms. He also took out an oil stamp with a face value of five kilograms, which can be used to buy soybean oil and other vegetable oils or lard.

The glasses guy looked at Xue Ming again, his eyes a little more wary. Not many people these days are willing to spend forty kilograms of food stamps and five kilograms of gas stamps at once.

"The old rule is, a pound of food stamps costs 22 cents, and a pound of gas stamps costs 51 cents." Chen Dongfeng said with a smile.

Brother Glasses immediately handed out eleven yuan, three cents and five cents to Chen Dongfeng, took the food stamps and gas stamps from Chen Dongfeng's hand, looked at Xue Ming and turned around to leave.

Chen Dongfei gave Xue Ming ten yuan and five cents, and kept the remaining eighty-five cents in his pocket.

A pound of food stamps is charged for two cents, and a pound of oil stamps is charged for one cent. The total adds up to exactly eighty-five cents.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I'm used to it." Chen Dongfeng hurriedly took out the eighty-five cent commission from his pocket and gave it back to Xue Ming, agreeing to get a lighter without commission.

"This is not a good habit. How about you continue to get commission?" Xue Ming suddenly felt reluctant to part with the TV-shaped lighter.

Chen Dongfeng shook his head and continued to talk to the next acquaintance. These acquaintances were all old customers.

Xue Ming did nothing for the next two days and followed Chen Dongfeng around the black market every day.

I visited four black markets in the southeast, northwest, and finally sold 3,600 kilograms of food stamps and 80 kilograms of gas stamps for a total of 833 yuan.

I spent another 45 yuan and received a ticket for 150 pounds of fish, leaving 788 yuan left.

In addition, plus the canteen funds for this quarter, more than 2,000 yuan went into Xue Ming's pocket.

Of course, Xue Ming has to provide the canteen with 3,600 kilograms of wheat, 80 kilograms of cooking oil and 150 kilograms of fish. This is the deal.

"Sorry, brother Xue, this lighter belongs to me." Chen Dongfeng smiled and put the lighter in his pocket.

"Brother Chen, don't be polite, you deserve it." Xue Ming rode his bicycle home.

When he arrived home at dusk, he found Cao Baoshan and Feng Juanjiao waiting for him in the yard. Xue Ming hurried over to say hello to them.

If nothing else happened, they were here to pay for the manuscript, and until now Xue Ming didn't know what to do with the sky-high 10,000 yuan for the manuscript.