Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Wu Ye from Pigeon City finalized a deal of 300 kilograms of liquor with Zeng Wangcai that day, and then he didn't pay much attention to the matter. To him, a deal worth 600 yuan was not a big deal, and he needed to build connections to let Pigeon City recover, as it had been affected too much by the inspections.

However, Lao Qi was a drunkard. He missed the taste of Wuliangye. He waited and waited but Zeng Wangcai showed up no matter how long he waited. He got impatient and decided to go find Zeng Wangcai.

They have many ways to find out things that others cannot.

Lao Qi sent people to inquire, but he didn't expect to get any results. He just wanted to give it a try, because few people who went to Pigeon City revealed their real names, and he felt that the name Zeng Wangcai didn't sound like a real name.

But unexpectedly, Zeng Wangcai, who went to Pigeon City for the first time, had no experience and reported his real name.

Lao Qi came by bicycle and found the entrance of Zengzhuang canteen. He was seen and greeted by Goudan. When Goudan heard that he was Zeng Wangcai's friend, he warmly invited him in and went to call for help himself. At the same time, he asked a militiaman to carry Lao Qi's bicycle away when Lao Qi was not paying attention.

Seeing Zengzhuang eating, I was shocked. Is this a rural area? This can't be a rural area? My goodness, every table has fish, meat, and chicken...

When he smelled the fragrance of the food, Lao Qi didn't feel anything, as he usually didn't lack food. But when he approached Zeng Wangcai's table, Lao Qi swallowed hard.

The drinking bug is aroused!

"Why are you here?" Zeng Wangcai saw Lao Qi and hurriedly left his seat to greet him.

"Nonsense, since you didn't come to our place, I had to come to you." Lao Qi stared at the wine jar behind Zeng Wangcai and said, "Why don't you hurry up and do what we agreed on? I thought you were here just to cheat the three big jars."

"Uh..." Zeng Wangcai was stunned. He forgot about the three tanks.

To be honest, Zeng Wangcai is no longer interested in selling wine. He originally sold wine to buy a bicycle, but he doesn't need it now. Not counting the money he made before, he now has two pigs, a dozen pheasants, and 700 kilograms of fish.

There is definitely more food than can be eaten. Whether it is sold to the purchasing station, the steel mill, or given to Fatty Zheng, it will be enough to buy a car.

So he forgot about going to Pigeon City. In his mind, Pigeon City was not as safe as regular channels, not to mention that tickets were involved.

"You didn't forget it, did you?" Lao Qi asked suspiciously, "Or do you want to raise the price? I know that the price of two yuan per pound is indeed a loss for you, but if you want to raise the price, just tell me and we can discuss it."

Now the prices in the pigeon market black market are skyrocketing, especially food and drink, which change three times a day, so the price agreed upon before is now a loss for Zeng Wangcai.

But Zeng Wangcai didn't care about this. He said, "Can we go back to Sijiu City to discuss this? There are so many people here. Don't worry, the price I agreed with Master Wu will remain unchanged. In business, credit is the most important thing."

Lao Qi couldn't help but look at Zeng Wangcai with admiration. There were not many people these days who could pass up such money.

"Money really doesn't matter, it's okay!" Lao Qi guessed Zeng Wangcai's concerns and explained in a low voice, "We don't want your wine to sell, drink it yourself, don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

"Okay, got it. I'll make time to go to Pigeon City next week." Zeng Wangcai nodded and agreed, "But let's make it clear in advance. If we don't have 300 kilograms, we can have 50 kilograms. Anyway, you can't finish 300 kilograms in one go."

At first, they decided on 300 kilograms and the price, but they didn't decide on the time or how much to sell at one time, so Lao Qi couldn't make any demands on Zeng Wangcai.

Even after agreeing on the amount of fifty kilograms, Lao Qi still refused to leave, looking a little embarrassed.

"Is there anything else?" Zeng Wangcai asked with raised eyebrows.

"Nonsense, we are at least friends, right? Why don't you invite your friends to drink when they come?" Lao Qi said shamelessly.

"If you have the nerve to eat and drink for free, then go ahead and drink!" Zeng Wangcai pointed at the villagers who were having the feast. If it were at his own home, he would just treat them to a feast and make friends, but here, Zeng Wangcai couldn't say that.

Lao Qi understood, patted his pocket and said, "I'll give you the money, I'll give you the money, and I'll also give you the food coupons!"

He also tried his best to drink.

"Five dollars, no bargaining, food coupons are extra!" Zeng Wangcai quoted the price without hesitation. He knew that people like Lao Qi were not short of money.

Five dollars seems expensive for a meal, and you wouldn't spend that much on meat in a restaurant, but for Lao Qi, it is definitely not expensive, and it can even be said to be a friendly price.

First of all, it was obvious that Lao Qi wanted to drink. Zeng Wangcai didn't know how much Lao Qi wanted to drink, so he first calculated one kilogram. That meant two yuan was gone, not counting the wine ticket.

Secondly, the extra cost for meat, fish, and chicken is quite a lot.

Moreover, Zeng Wangcai felt that the price was clearly marked, and if you thought it was too expensive, you could just not eat it, right? And no one would offer a price after you finished eating.

Lao Qi took out the money and handed it to Accountant Hu who was called by Zeng Wangcai. Accountant Hu took the money and left with a smile. He spent fifty cents to buy seasoning today, and this time he earned five yuan, making a profit of four and a half yuan...

Zeng Wangcai brought Lao Qi to Secretary Wang’s table and introduced Lao Qi to the guest first.

After the question mark, Lao Qi introduced himself: "My name is Wu Qi, I'm Wang Cai's best friend, Secretary Wang, you can just call me Lao Qi."

At this time, behind the table, Zeng Zhuang's seventh uncle turned back tremblingly: "Who called me?"

Uncle Seventh finally got to enjoy the feast without having to fight.

Zeng Wangcai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Seventh Master, eat your food, no one is calling you!"

This interruption made the atmosphere at the table much more relaxed, and soon everyone started drinking happily.

The seventh girl is not only a good drinker, but also a master at persuading people to drink. In an ancient brothel, she would be the top girl, the one who controls the drinking orders.

Zeng Wangcai was not in a hurry to eat or drink. He was able to learn a lot of information by listening to them talk.

For example, he learned that Lao Qi was not a professional pigeon dealer, but had a serious job as a buyer for the Sijiucheng Light Industry Textile Factory.

Lao Qi's identity made it less awkward for him to come to Zeng Wangcai.

The meal started around six o'clock and lasted until around eight o'clock. Of course, the buffet had finished long ago and the soup in the bowls had been eaten up.

"Seventh brother, you are not drunk, right?"

"Secretary Wang, you are not drunk, are you?"

Zeng Wangcai and Zeng Laosan each took care of one person. Secretary Wang looked okay, but Laoqi was obviously drunk and walked unsteadily. There was nothing to be done about it, as this guy drank the most.

When other people persuade their opponents to drink, they tend to make them drink, but he, on the other hand, the wine goes right into his own stomach.

"It's okay, it's okay. I, I... I can still ride my bike!" Lao Qi broke free from Zeng Wangcai's support, staggered out, and took a closer look, "Fuck, where's my bike?"

Without a bicycle, he couldn’t go back. Lao Qi sobered up a little.

Secretary Wang standing next to him almost laughed out loud when he heard this, as he had just had the same experience.

Zeng Laosan quickly called for someone to bring the guest's bicycle. He felt relieved only after seeing Secretary Wang ride away on the bicycle.

As for the seventh brother, he got on the bike and pedaled away without even asking anyone to carry him.

Zeng Wangcai went home to say goodbye to his grandmother and the others, and rejected their offer to let him stay overnight. He told a white lie, saying that there was a car waiting for him on the main road.

Only then did the grandmother feel at ease to let her eldest grandson go, as she had complete faith in his abilities.

In fact, Zeng Wangcai did have a car. This time he did not take the small road, but went to the main road. It was around eight or nine o'clock, and the main road was pitch black. There was only the faint starlight in the sky, and people could not be seen clearly at a distance.

Zeng Wangcai looked around and hesitated for a while whether to drive the car back. After thinking it over, he decided to give up. He was afraid that if he encountered an emergency when driving at 60 or 70 miles per hour, he would not be able to make it in time.

I honestly took the Yadi out of the space, turned off the lights, and rode towards Sijiu City at a speed of about 40 km/h.

At this time, Lao Qi was also on the main road. He had slowed down and was pedaling unsteadily. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past him.

"What the hell, so fast..." Lao Qi stared at the taillights of Yadi with drunken eyes, he couldn't recognize it at all.

Zeng Wangcai returned to Sijiu City, but did not rush home. Instead, he went to Lin Huyang's house.

Lin Huyang looked at Zeng Wangcai who was empty-handed: "Empty-handed? Didn't we agree to go to the steel mill to find Wu Youwei tomorrow?"

"Don't worry, everything is ready..." Zeng Wangcai secretly told him the number.

Lin Huyang jumped for joy, and immediately followed Zeng Wangcai, insisting on sleeping with him tonight, saying that he was going to sleep with him!

The two men came to the courtyard chatting and boasting. It was already late at night. The alley was quiet, but the courtyard was not.

When Zeng Wangcai went to say hello to his parents, he saw a person sitting on the ground in front of the house.