With the help of Chen Yigen, Chen Xia secretly purchased more than 30,000 kilograms of rice in the village.
We purchased and processed the rice at the same time, and finally got about a kilogram of rice.
13 tons of rice is actually not a lot. Now only Chen Xia dares to do this business. If it were anyone else, who would dare to carry 13 tons of rice to Lin'an to sell it at a high price?
That's like an old man hanging himself because he's tired of living.
If you get caught, it will be a complete exaggeration and no joke. The iron fist of the people's dictatorship will teach you how to be a human being in a matter of minutes.
This time, Chen Xia did not plan to go to the community to sell grain. He wanted to try to sell this batch of grain to the Lingang Steel Plant through the relationship between Qian Jin and Fang Zhe.
Lingang Steel Plant has a large workforce of nearly 10,000 people. The families of factory leaders such as Qian Jin and Fang Zhe are short of food, and other employees must be short of food as well.
So after giving Chen Guolin a pack of Shengchan brand cigarettes, Chen Xia asked them to take care of Chen Qiu and Chen Dong for a few days, and then hurried to Lin'an alone.
After arriving in Lin'an, Chen Xia took the money he had paid last time and went to the address they had given him.
Coincidentally, Qian Jin and Fang Zhe were wandering around the community bored. When they saw Chen Xia coming, they immediately ran over quickly.
"Chen Xia, you haven't gone home yet. Haha, it was thanks to you that we got some rice last time. My parents even praised me for alleviating the food problem at home." Qian Jin put his hand on Chen Xia's shoulder and showed off proudly.
"Hey, as long as your parents are satisfied, come on, I'll take you to the Workers' Cultural Palace to play and have a meal." Chen Xia was like a wolf grandmother who was luring two little lambs, ready to knock them down with a sugar-coated bullet.
There was food to eat, fun to play, and a way to kill the boring summer vacation. Qian Jin and Fang Zhe thought it was great to have Chen Xia as their friend, so the three of them hugged each other's shoulders and walked happily towards the Cultural Palace.
Dinner was still Chen Xia's treat. During the meal, Chen Xia said:
"I won't hide it from you two. Ever since I sold that batch of rice last time, it has greatly improved our village's economic conditions. So, our team leader asked me if I could sell another batch of rice."
"Yes, of course. Who doesn't lack food now? And your rice doesn't even require food coupons, and the workers in my dad's factory need it especially." Qian Jin said vaguely while quickly stuffing food into his mouth.
Chen Xia pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Well, can you tell your parents that our village has over 20,000 kilograms of rice for sale, 40 cents per kilogram, no food coupons required, to see if the employees of the nearby steel plant can eat it?"
Qian Jin and Fang Zhe waved their hands nonchalantly, "Okay, I'll go back and ask the old man about this. I don't think it should be a big problem."
"Also, can you help me get another batch of those coupons? I can trade them for grain. Anyway, 100 kilograms of rice for the same coupons you gave me last time, how about that?"
Fang Zhe said at this time: "This is easy. Let's go back and tell our friends in our building. These factory leaders don't have anything else at home, but they have a lot of coupons. If we can take them out and exchange them for food, they will definitely be willing to do so."
Chen Xia smiled and raised a bottle of soda, saying, "Come on, come on, on behalf of the more than a thousand villagers in our village, I want to thank you two for your generous help. Let's toast."
"cheers!"
That night, Chen Xia went to the same dormitory at Zhijiang Medical College where he had stayed the night before. There was a male classmate of Chen Chun there. Chen Xia gave him two meat buns and asked him not to tell his elder sister. Of course, the male classmate agreed without hesitation.
After Qian Jin and Fang Zhe returned home, they told their parents about Chen Xia's situation, and then described the situation in Chen Xia's village as quite miserable, such as the elderly who had no money to see a doctor and the children who had no money to go to school.
Qian Jin's father was the union chairman of the Lingang Steel Plant. With a wave of his hand, he took over 20,000 kilograms of rice and sold them at a price of 40 cents per kilogram, as a way to support the rural brothers.
These days, factories are like independent kingdoms. Large enterprises like Lingang Plant have their own schools, hospitals, bathhouses, etc. Purchasing a batch of grain is not a problem at all, let alone just over 20,000 kilograms, even more than 200,000 kilograms is no problem.
It just so happened that their canteen was still worried about not having enough food, so they didn’t have to ask the employees to buy it, and the canteen took care of it all.
However, there was a condition: their cars at the Lin Steel Plant could not go to Yuezhou, and could only go as far as the Zhijiang River to transport grain.
This was a piece of cake for Chen Xia. He found an abandoned small dock by the Zhijiang River. The two parties agreed on a time through Qian Jin, and a Jiefang brand truck took away 13 tons of rice.
Chen Xia received several thick stacks of RMB at the dock. The purchase price of the richest man Chen was officially "ten thousand yuan household", which was definitely the first open ten thousand yuan household in Yuezhou area.
This time, after deducting the cost, we made a profit of 8,000 yuan. This is what we call huge profits. Such opportunities only existed in the early days of reform and opening up.
However, Chen Xia's business can only go so far, because all the surplus grain in the village has been sold by him, and he dare not go to other villages to purchase grain. The risk is too great. The people's dictatorship is not a joke.
When collecting grain in his own village, with Chen Yigen's support, most villagers didn't dare to say anything, especially since he had given them an extra two cents. But if he went to other villages to collect grain, someone would definitely report him to the commune.
You can't deny this. When they investigate, they'll find out they've purchased tens of thousands of kilograms of grain. "What are you going to do with it?" If you say you're going to sell it, that's speculation, punishable by forced labor.
If you say you're collecting grain and not selling it, that's even more suspicious. Are you a spy? Collecting grain and sending it to Tongguo? You'll go to jail, no question.
After all, it was only 1980. Although the country had begun to open up, policies kept changing over the next few years. Everything was done by feeling our way forward, and we had only just put our feet in the river.
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