Lin Mo reached into his breast pocket and pulled out not five yuan, but a ten-yuan bill.
The eye-catching banknotes were waved in front of the security guard, who stared at them with wide eyes.
Damn it, we got this security guard job here by pulling strings and using connections, and we can only get three of these a month.
This guy just pulls out a whole bill at once, and he does it so lavishly.
The security guard reached out and took the money without any hesitation, stuffing it into his pocket in less than a second, as if afraid that Lin Mo would change his mind.
Lin Mo, full of cunning, said with a sly smile:
"Young man, you're already doing this much, what about that letter of introduction for buying a motorcycle..."
"Do you have connections too?"
The moment this question was raised, the security guards became extremely nervous.
Just as the security guards were becoming suspicious and wondering if Lin Mo was an undercover officer conducting a sting operation, Lin Mo pulled out five ten-yuan bills from his pocket:
"Look, we have money. We just want to buy a motorcycle. If you can help us with that, these five bills are yours."
In fact, Lin Mo knew who he could ask for the letter of introduction from: the village production team.
However, if that's the case, the motorcycle bought back would nominally belong to the village collective, and there's no guarantee that the villagers wouldn't object if they saw it.
That wouldn't be appropriate, so he had to find another way to get the letter of introduction himself.
In this way, the motorcycle is registered with an external organization, which doesn't have the authority to regulate it, so the motorcycle becomes our private property.
The security guard swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the five ten-yuan bills.
These days, everyone is poor, especially in tiny county towns like this. You work hard and only earn a few dozen yuan a month, and that's considered high.
Although this money is enough for a family to eat and stay warm, human desires are endless; once you have this, you want that.
"What's wrong? Why are you hesitating for so long?" Lin Mo didn't know what he was worried about. Thinking that he knew someone in the county who could be helpful in the future, he chatted with him warmly to get closer to him.
"What's your name? My name is Lin Mo. I'm a villager from Laoshu Village. My ancestors were hunters, so we were able to save up some money."
"If you're hoping to save money by working in the production team, you might not be able to afford a motorcycle even in your next life, don't you think?"
The unique chatty enthusiasm of Northeasterners quickly melted away the barriers between the two who had just met.
The young security guard's name is Song Chao, and he is 28 years old.
He looks young because he doesn't do farm work. He was originally a high school student, but after the college entrance examination was suspended, he could only waste his days here, earning a little over thirty yuan a month.
Song Chao was also a straightforward person, and he frankly told Lin Mo with a smile:
"To be honest, even if the college entrance exam hadn't been suspended, we might not have passed. With our grades, haha, after it was suspended, we would still feel useful if we kept thinking about it and blamed our bad luck on bad luck, instead of blaming ourselves."
As expected of someone who had studied, he spoke fluently, and Lin Mo grew to like him more and more the more they talked.
“You’re from the city, you’re already living a good life. We’re farmers in the countryside, and we only make about thirty yuan a year. We can’t even afford coal.”
"Luckily, I'm a hunter, and I can find good things in the mountains every now and then, otherwise I might have frozen to death someday."
Upon hearing this, Song Chao suddenly became interested in hunting.
If hunting could earn more money, who would want to do this lousy security guard job?
His eyes darted around in their sockets, and his mind raced along with them:
"You need a letter of introduction, which isn't impossible. Find a factory to pull some strings, then you can register under their name for a while, and that should be about right."
"Our agricultural machinery factory might be able to be affiliated, but we'll have to ask the factory manager. It might be possible, or it might not. In any case, it will be difficult."
He paused, then changed the subject as if exchanging a message:
"If we do you this favor and get you a motorcycle, how about you take us hunting in the mountains on your motorcycle when we're off work?"
"Let's see if there's really a way out in the mountains."
Upon hearing this, Lin Mo raised an eyebrow:
"Of course!"
In fact, Song Chao made it sound difficult to get affiliated with someone else purely to make Lin Mo, who seemed very wealthy, feel like she owed him a favor.
He, Song Chao, got in through connections. Having those connections is much harder than actually getting a position.
Song Chao then went into the security room and came out with an envelope in his hand.
This left Lin Mo stunned.
"This is?"
“A letter of introduction,” Song Chao said with a sly smile.
“My uncle is the workshop supervisor at the food factory. You can buy it in his name.”
"..."
While Lin Mo remained silent, Song Chao, full of cunning, ran to the factory with a smile.
A moment later, the head of the agricultural machinery factory's business team jogged out, greeting Lin Mo with a smile:
"Manager Song has sent someone to buy a motorcycle again."
“…Ah,” Lin Mo quickly realized that Song Chao had already earned this affiliation money quite a few times, otherwise why would he have used the word “again”?
"Yes, do you have any Yangtze brand cigarettes in stock? I need them urgently, I need to get them back tonight."
"The warehouse is over there, please come in!"
I thought buying a motorcycle would be difficult, but after chatting with that unassuming security guard for a while, I was almost done with it.
Upon arriving at the large warehouse, one finds at least forty to fifty motorcycles for sale.
Red, green, happiness, the Yangtze River—they have it all.
What caught Lin Mo's eye at first glance wasn't the motorcycle, but rather—
A sidecar motorcycle! And a military green sidecar!
This thing is even better; it can carry much more cargo!
"How much does a sidecar cost?" Lin Mo fell in love at first sight and moved closer, his mouth watering uncontrollably.
The team leader was all smiles:
"It also depends on the brand. Happiness is three thousand, and Yangtze is four thousand."
"The 'Happiness' car can fill up with 10 liters of gas and travel about 700 li, while the 'Yangtze River' car can fill up with 12 liters and travel about 800 li."
"Although the Yangtze is a bit more expensive, the engine is imported and it is more fuel-efficient."
"The Yangtze!" Lin Mo replied without hesitation.
Sign the contract, pay the money, and ask the agricultural machinery factory for a tank of oil.
Let's get out of here!
Wow! I bought a motorcycle! And it's a sidecar!
I've never dreamed of a day this beautiful!
Knowing people makes all the difference; no wonder Xu Zhenting was so arrogant and domineering.
Connections are indeed an asset.
With only a few minutes left before the department store closed, Lin Mo rushed inside again.
A color TV worth two thousand yuan!
Take it too!
...
In the dead of night, in the quiet village of Laoshu, a rumbling sound suddenly broke out.
When some villagers who heard the commotion came out to see what was going on, Lin Mo had already ridden home in a hurry.
Riding a bike is definitely a different experience. In the past, it would take several hours to walk back and forth to the county.
Now it doesn't even take an hour to go round trip!
When the sidecar motorcycle and the color TV appeared in front of Xiaohua and Aunt Lin.
The two were so shocked they looked as if they'd been struck by lightning.
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