Tempted by Ye Beiping's money, Jiang Hai gritted his teeth and said with a determined look in his eyes, "Beiping, if you can really make that much money, Jiang He and I will follow you for the rest of our lives."
“But we agreed beforehand that we absolutely could not lie, after all…” Jiang Hai hesitated as he spoke, and sighed, “After all, if we cheated the state-owned factory out of its goods, not to mention whether we would be arrested, the factory workers would have even less hope.”
Ye Beiping also strongly agrees with this.
He gripped Jiang Hai's arm tightly with both hands and said in the most resolute tone, "Brother Jiang Hai, don't worry, I would never joke about thousands of employees."
"Besides, my wife is about to give birth, and I even want my son to be born with a butt, hahaha."
"Hahaha." Jiang Hai also laughed heartily along with Ye Beiping.
After clarifying things, their relationship grew even closer.
At this moment, Jiang He also returned with cigarettes. This time, the cigarettes he bought were Daqianmen, which cost 52 cents a pack, and were considered high-end cigarettes in this era.
However, this type of cigarette is relatively rare and difficult to buy.
Jiang He happily placed two packs of cigarettes in front of Jiang Hai and said, "Brother, I got lucky. Someone was selling Daqianmen cigarettes, so I bought two packs."
Is anyone selling?
These three words immediately caught Ye Beiping's attention, and he frowned and asked, "Didn't you buy it from a store? How much is a pack?"
"Fifty-five cents." Jiang He still smiled and shook the loose change in his hand, handing it to Ye Beiping, saying, "Beiping, this cigarette has prestige."
"Yes, it certainly makes you look good." Ye Beiping nodded slightly.
Jiang Hai looked at the two packs of cigarettes and noticed that Ye Beiping seemed a little off. He asked, "Beiping, is there something wrong with these cigarettes?"
For someone like him who has been involved in smuggling several times, buying cigarettes doesn't necessarily mean going to a store; it's perfectly normal for people to sell cigarettes on the street.
Besides, cigarettes only cost a few cents, how could they possibly cause any serious problems?
Ye Beiping shook his head and stuffed the two packs of cigarettes into Jiang Haidao's hands, saying, "It's just smuggled cigarettes, no problem."
"Smuggled cigarettes?" Jiang Hai looked at the two packs of cigarettes in his hand with surprise and muttered, "Aren't these cigarettes produced in our country? How can they be smuggled?"
Ye Beiping rolled his eyes at this statement, speechless.
In this era, what can't be smuggled?
As long as you work in a cigarette factory, getting one or two cartons of this kind of cigarette every day is an easy thing. If you have connections, getting dozens of cartons a month is not a problem either.
If you have the connections that come with a position, getting hundreds of them a month wouldn't be a problem.
Anyway, the factory's accounts match up, so it's not considered stealing public property; it's just selling cigarettes to friends or people with connections.
Without big data, even if the accounts are correct, the higher-ups usually turn a blind eye.
However, they certainly didn't expect the impact this move would have on society. Just the fact that these cigarette vendors are everywhere will affect the sales of normal stores, and there might even be counterfeit cigarettes involved.
Ye Beiping could only hope that Jiang Hai wasn't smoking counterfeit cigarettes; after all, he didn't smoke, so it didn't really concern him. It was fortunate that people were still poor in those days and hadn't been targeted by drug dealers; otherwise, he would have definitely thrown those two packs away.
The three exchanged a few words and then parted ways.
Jiang Hai returned to the state-run hotel, while Ye Beiping and Jiang He went back to the small inn.
As soon as he entered the room, Jiang He muttered, "Sigh, I wonder when I'll be able to stay in a state-run hotel."
"Hehe." Ye Beiping chuckled at this. As a reborn person, he had stayed in all kinds of good hotels. He comforted him, "If I have the chance, I'll take you to Hong Kong and let you stay in one of those five-star hotels. It's so much better than this state-run guesthouse."
"real?"
Seeing Jiang He's excited expression, Ye Beiping pursed his lips and nodded, saying, "Of course, when our business grows bigger, not to mention Hong Kong, even going abroad won't be a problem."
Wow.
Jiang He became more and more excited as he listened. Going abroad was something everyone dreamed of, and those who could go abroad were either rich or powerful. But soon, he said with some disappointment, "We even have difficulty getting into the city, let alone going abroad. Sigh, let's just forget about it."
Cough cough!
Ye Beiping then realized that times had changed, and so had the ways of traveling. As far as he was concerned, without the letter of introduction specially approved by his superior, he probably wouldn't even be qualified to go to Hangzhou.
well!
Thinking about all this makes me think of my mother and sister in Pingba Village. I wonder what they are doing now.
Lost in these thoughts and emotions, Ye Beiping fell asleep without even washing up.
In his dreams, everything revolved around Pingba Village. He imagined himself kicking his second uncle, slapping his cousin, and teaching a lesson to those who had previously targeted his family.
He became the richest man in Pingba Village in an instant.
Jiang He, who was not asleep, stared at Ye Beiping's sleeping face, scratching his head in confusion as to why the other person would smile foolishly while sleeping.
Early the next morning.
The weather was sunny, with a few white clouds floating in the azure sky.
Jiang Hai had just woken up when a waiter woke him up, saying that many people were waiting for him downstairs.
Jiang Hai was quite surprised to hear this and asked, "What time is it?"
Since he didn't have a watch and there was no time in the room, he had to ask the waiter.
The waiter gave Jiang Hai, who had just woken up, a strange look, assuming that he hadn't worn his watch. After all, all the prominent figures from state-owned factories in Wencheng had come looking for him, so this person in front of him was definitely not a simple character. How could someone of this caliber not have a watch?
It's seven o'clock.
"Only seven o'clock?" Jiang Hai was speechless for a moment.
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