Chapter 53 Scratching a Mercedes
Lin Musen chatted a lot with his son and daughter, while Wang Wenjuan sat there and listened happily.
This is a very traditional Dongguan woman. She is virtuous, family-oriented and does not meddle in other people's affairs. In addition, she has experienced life and death difficulties, which makes her character even more open-minded.
She was happy that her family made 5 million, but that was all.
But seeing the family happy, especially her son no longer looking so sad as he did a few days ago because of dropping out of school and breaking up, she felt extremely satisfied.
In the afternoon, the family went shopping happily in the mall.
Old Lin fulfilled his promise and bought an Apple phone for each family member and an Apple laptop for his daughter, which made Lin Bingqiao very happy.
The Lin family went straight to a restaurant for dinner. They were no longer as frugal as before and chose a high-end seafood restaurant. They ordered lobsters, abalone, and everything in between.
They were really happy eating, but when the bill came, the 8,000 yuan meal cost still broke the Lin family's defenses, and they were so distressed that their livers were trembling...
The next day, Lin Sanqi rode his family's electric tricycle and began purchasing supplies for 1959.
This time he planned to stock up on rice, flour, rice noodles, soybeans, peanuts, eggs, cooking oil, brown sugar, white sugar, canned fruit, canned meat, and other food.
Although these ingredients are not of high value, they were absolutely treasures in 1959.
What good is it to have boxes of gold hidden under your bed? They are not as good as boxes of corn kernels.
Gold really doesn't have much purchasing power at critical moments.
It is only 1959, the first year of the natural disaster. Everyone is starving, but many people are still hoping for good luck, thinking that next year will be a good year.
So old men like Fu Zuo would rather use cash than exchange gold for things.
But by 1960 and 1961, the harvest was getting worse and worse, and food was becoming less and less. People were so hungry that they became bloated and some even starved to death.
Only then did everyone realize that food is more important than anything else.
Then they started digging at the bottom of the box, taking out all the gold and antiques to exchange for food. But by that time, gold was no longer valuable, and under the strong control of the relevant departments, gold had lost its monetary function.
During peaceful times, you could exchange a small yellow croaker for 30-40 silver dollars, and one silver dollar could buy 30 kilograms of rice.
But in times of famine, a small yellow croaker might only be exchanged for a bag of coarse grains, and a gold ring for two steamed buns.
Don't change? If you don't, you'll starve to death.
If you say that the painting in my hand is "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains", can I exchange it for 100 kilograms of corn flour? They will just slap you in the face and keep your calligraphy and painting as firewood.
In a disaster year, food is everything. (The movie "1942" is full of such tragedies.)
Lin Sanqi drove an electric car to a wholesale market on the outskirts of Pingle Village. In addition to various grains, oils, rice and noodles, there are also various non-staple food products, fruits and seafood wholesale.
It is one of the largest wholesale markets in Huadu City and also belongs to the village-level assets of Pingle Village.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, Huadu has entered a hot weather mode. Lin Sanqi wore a straw hat and came to a familiar wholesale department. The Lin family usually wholesales rice here.
"Uncle Zhao, are you busy?"
When Zhao Youde saw Lin Sanqi, he knew that business had come to him, and replied with a smile:
"No hurry, no hurry, Qizi, are you here to wholesale rice?"
Lin Sanqi took a look around and was moved by the sight of the mountains of grain. These were the lifeblood of the common people.
"Uncle Zhao, I need to buy a lot of rice and flour this time. 20 tons of rice, 20 tons of flour, and also several tons of grains, such as peanuts, soybeans, mung beans, and millet."
Zhao Youde was shocked when he heard this:
"Wow, Qizi, your rice shop is doing so well. You must be rich! Don't worry, Uncle Zhao has as much food as you want, and the price is guaranteed to be favorable."
Lin Sanqi thought: It’s good to have a rice shop at home, it won’t arouse anyone’s suspicion.
"Uncle Zhao, what's the price?"
"Nao, your mother used to buy this Northeast rice most often. It's crystal clear and tastes great. Uncle Zhao will give you 1.2 yuan. Flour is a little more expensive. This is Yongcheng flour, which sells the best. Uncle will give you 1.4 yuan."
As partners for many years, Lin Sanqi knew that the price should not be inflated.
In fact, he could also buy the cheapest rice and flour, even moldy ones were fine. In 1959, he was no longer picky about anything, as long as he had something to eat.
But Lin Sanqi has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder. Since he is going to trade it, he must choose it well. He can't be called a black-hearted person behind his back, right?
The two parties agreed on a price and Lin Sanqi transferred the money.
So much food required a large truck, so Lin Sanqi borrowed a clean sack and put it on his back, then began to load the food onto the truck.
It was already very hot in Dongguan Province at the end of June. It might not have been that hot any longer, but Lin Sanqi looked as if he was soaked by water, with his hair sticking to his forehead. He looked as miserable as he could be.
Anyone who sees him can see that he is a migrant worker at a construction site and a poor kid.
Lin Sanqi put the last few bags of miscellaneous grains on his cargo tricycle and prepared to go back.
Thinking that so much grain could be exchanged for various precious medicinal materials in 1959, Lin Sanqi felt very happy and did not feel bitter at all.
"Let's go, Uncle Zhao!"
"Okay, welcome to take care of Uncle Zhao's business again, hehe."
While the two were still saying goodbye, they saw a Mercedes-Benz G-Class driving towards them at a very fast speed.
It's a wholesale market, with shops lined up in rows, and electric cars and small trucks parked in front of each shop, as well as people coming and going, so the roads are not very smooth.
Everyone else was driving carefully, but the Mercedes-Benz G-Class was driving as fast as if it were reincarnated. As expected, an accident happened.
The rear end of Lin Sanqi's tricycle was facing outwards, and then with a "click", the tricycle collided with the Mercedes-Benz, and the paint on the two doors was scraped off, leaving a deep mark.
This small incident attracted a lot of people's attention, but no one paid much attention to it. After all, there are many collisions and collisions in the wholesale market every day, and they are usually settled privately without anyone bothering to pay for insurance.
Lin Sanqi was not panicked. After all, he was parked and it was the other party's responsibility.
As a result, when Lin Sanqi saw a big gold chain coming out of the car, he knew that things might be a little troublesome. Usually, gangsters like this who wear flowered shirts, big gold chains, and have Azure Dragon and White Tiger on their left will not listen to reason.
Sure enough, when the big gold chain saw that his car door was scratched, his face turned green:
"Fuck, are you blind? This is a new car, a Mercedes-Benz. Do you know how expensive this car is?"
Lin Sanqi wiped the saliva from his face and said calmly:
"I know about Mercedes-Benz, and I also know that you hit me, not me hitting you..."
(End of this chapter)
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