According to previous years' experience, by the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, almost every household has prepared all its New Year's goods.
Although life is difficult this year, whether for the sake of their children or for the sake of face, those who do not work will still go to the streets to buy what they can and bring back things to look good in front of their neighbors.
So there was actually no need for Zeng Wangcai to shout, as every family in the courtyard had already made preparations.
"Wangcai, are you really selling it? You are such a good person..." Third aunt Yang Ruihua was the first to run out, followed by Yan Bugui.
Yan Bugui was wearing a Zhongshan suit. He pushed up his glasses and said with a smile, "Wangcai is not stingy. Your uncle should be generous for once. I won't charge you for writing couplets for the New Year this year."
"Uncle, please keep it!" A neighbor who worked at the steel mill and came from the First Intermediate Court said in a flattering tone, "Does Wangcai need you to write couplets? When he was in the publicity department of our factory, the big characters he wrote were praised by the factory director."
"Oh, I forgot about that!" Yan Bugui was embarrassed for a moment, then he asked the question that concerned him the most, "Wangcai, how much do you plan to sell your fish for per pound? How much do you plan to sell your meat for per pound? Don't sell it too expensively, Uncle San is a poor man and can't afford it."
At this time, people from the middle courtyard and the back courtyard came over one after another.
The questions asked by Yan Bugui are also the issues they are concerned about.
In fact, Yan Bugui's family is not as bad as he said. When he was the only one earning a salary before, although it can be said that he was supporting the whole family alone, now that the eldest son of the family has started working and can support himself, the family has two people earning a salary, so they cannot be said to be poor.
Moreover, Yan Jiecheng is getting married soon, and the family will have one more salaried person. However, it is hard to say how much of this money Yan Bugui can get, because Yu Li is also good at calculating.
"Uncle, are you worried that I will make money from you?" Zeng Wangcai chuckled, and then said as if I was a stupid nouveau riche, "Don't worry, we are all neighbors. How can I make money from you? I can't, right? I declare that all the fish and meat today will be sold at the price of the food station..."
"good!"
"Great, he's a real man!"
"Wangcai, you are a Bodhisattva..."
"Brother, I will remember this favor. You have done a great favor to our family. The children can eat meat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, all thanks to you!"
"......"
As soon as Zeng Wangcai made the announcement, the courtyard exploded and everyone came to lick Zeng Wangcai.
This is human nature, whoever gives you milk is your mother!
In fact, they did not think about the fact that Zeng Wangcai could only sell in this way. With so many things, as long as they were taken to the black market or the pigeon market, Zeng Wangcai would be targeted in minutes without Jia Zhang reporting it.
However, Zeng Wangcai didn't really want to be an idiot and give away all his things.
He suppressed the neighbors' enthusiasm and said, "But let's be clear, the amount registered yesterday is the amount that is registered. There is no extra amount, and we cannot increase it at the last minute."
He had originally intended to give this part of the supplies to Director Qian, but he just gave it in a different way.
There is too much fish and meat, and if we can’t finish it, we have to exchange some for money to keep as a backup.
Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui immediately looked like he had lost millions. He walked up to Zeng Wangcai and whispered, "Wangcai, please help the third uncle. He registered less yesterday. Can you give me one pound of meat and ten pounds of fish? You know our eldest son is getting married soon. Can you let his future wife get some of the credit?"
"What? You want to increase the bet?" Zeng Wangcai asked loudly.
"No, if he adds me, I'll add him too!"
"Yes, yes, yes, you can't add more. The number you register is the number you get."
"Uncle, you don't calculate accounts like this. Why don't you buy next year's as well?"
What is worrying is not the lack of supply but the inequality. There was no need for Zeng Wangcai to reject Yan Bugui. Those in the hospital who were jealous, felt that they were at a disadvantage by buying less, and regretted registering less all came out to oppose Yan Bugui.
All kinds of living beings are revealed without a doubt.
Zeng Wangcai remembers a song that goes like this: As long as you live better than me, better than me, I can't stand it...
These are the people I'm talking about!
Yan Bugui embarrassedly put away his request, secretly blaming himself for saying it at this time and that he should have looked for Zeng Wangcai alone later.
He didn't dare to resent Zeng Wangcai. At this critical juncture, no one dared to resent Zeng Wangcai.
"Okay, it's settled!" Zeng Wangcai glanced at Jia Zhang who was hiding at the Moon Gate and watching the fun, and continued, "Let's make it clear that none of you can make this public. We'll make a quick decision. I'll ask my friends and soldiers to bring the things in, sell them, and leave.
"You can't report me. This is speculation."
Yan Bugui immediately spoke before all the neighbors: "Whoever dares to report it will be making things difficult for everyone in our courtyard. What do you think?"
"Yes, that's it!"
"Damn it, if someone does this kind of thing, the son they give birth to will have no butthole."
"You are wrong. There will never be a son..."
Everyone expressed their opinions.
Jia Zhang pulled her head back from the moon gate. Fearing that someone might see her, she hurried home, cursing as she walked: "You know it's speculation, but you still dare to make this money? Wait, after you sell it, I will report it to the street office this afternoon..."
Zeng Wangcai took everything in. Now that the stage was set, of course he had to put on a show.
He went out and asked Lin Fusheng to help unload the fish and meat from the truck and take them into the yard. He also asked Xiao Wang from the purchasing station to bring in a scale and a notebook for accounting.
"I'll read one, come on!" Zeng Wangcai opened his notebook, "Uncle Chen's house, five catties of fish, half a catty of meat..."
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