Wan Feng was preparing to visit his uncle's house to wish him a happy new year and take the opportunity to persuade them.
But before he could put this idea into action, his second aunt's uncle Zheng Yongjiu came to his house.
The intention was to wish his elder sister, Wan Feng's mother, a happy new year.
To use a Chinese idiom to describe it, this is like a night owl coming into the house for no reason.
Zheng Yongjiu's visit is not just for New Year's greetings.
Sure enough, after Zheng Yongjiu, Zhu Min and Wan Shuichang chatted for a while, they came to Wan Feng's house.
"I've been waiting for you for so long that the flowers have dried up.
"Are you waiting for me?" Zheng Yongjiu was surprised.
"Of course, I know the main reason why you came today, so I'm waiting for you."
"Then what is my purpose?"
"Of course it's for your son's sake, there can't be anything else."
Zheng Yongjiu sighed, "Nephew, since you know everything, I, your uncle, won't hide it anymore. Your uncles and I are not dissatisfied with Yunli. She's tall, beautiful, and energetic, and everything else is good. It's just the household registration issue. It's not our fault for wanting to settle down. Our country is like this now. There is still a huge gap between urban and rural areas. In fact, the household registration has no effect on them. Now they don't have to rely on the rationed food. But what will happen to the child in the future? The child's household registration must follow the mother. We can't let the child be born in the countryside, right?"
"Uncle, as a government official, don't you think your awareness is problematic? Is this the kind of thinking a Party member should have?"
"Nephew, we are the only two here, can we get some work?"
Wan Feng chuckled. "Uncle, you really have a problem with your thinking. What's wrong with being a farmer? I'm just a farmer now. To be honest, I really look down on you city people. You earn less than the workers in my factory with your meager wages. You and my uncles must know how much money Zheng Song will give you when he goes back. At your current salary, you won't be able to earn that much by the time you retire."
Zheng Yongjiu's current basic salary is more than 150 yuan. He only gave home half of the money Zheng Song shared this time: 400,000 yuan. Even with Zheng Yongjiu's current salary, he will not be able to earn that much by the time he retires.
He is in his forties this year and can work for at most another fifteen years, or at most until 2005.
His salary in 2005 was 500 to 600 yuan, and it would have been impossible for him to earn 400,000 yuan without corruption.
“I know that, but…”
"What's there to be said for? As someone in the system, you should know that our country has shifted from a planned economy to a commodity economy. My thinking may be a little narrow, but my understanding is that everything in the future will be centered around money. As long as you have money, household registration or status won't be a problem; you can buy it. Furthermore, as society develops and our country becomes richer, the insurmountable gap between urban and rural areas will become increasingly blurred, until both sides stand on equal footing."
"Will there ever be such a day?"
"I estimate that in ten years at most, urban and rural residents will be completely equal. By then, will you still care about whether you have an urban or rural household registration?"
"This is just your estimate. What if that's not possible?"
Of course this is possible, because Wan Feng himself has experienced it.
"That's just not possible. Zheng Song and I can work together for another year and still make so much money. With the money, we can wait for the child to be born. Can't you get a city hukou with 100,000 yuan?" Wan Feng made a feint and switched to another topic.
"That's unhealthy."
Wan Feng chuckled in his heart: "Uncle, whether you are involved in any improper conduct is your business. I have no interest in knowing, but this is my suggestion."
"Nephew, according to you, this household registration will be of no use in the future, right?"
"It can be said that the future belongs to the world of ID cards. Even though the ID cards we hold are useless now, in the future you won't be able to do anything without them."
Since ID cards were issued in 1984, this thing has been of no use to this day, but that doesn't mean it will never be useful.
"Since you said that, your uncles and I are relieved. Let's put this topic aside. You just said that Zheng Song can still make as much money as last year by following you this year?"
Wan Feng nodded: "I can tell you this with certainty. It's only more than last year, not less."
Zheng Yongjiu took a deep breath and said, "Nephew, can you tell me what you are doing outside? I always feel uneasy when you make so much money."
Today, when ordinary workers earn a hundred or eighty yuan a month, you earn hundreds of thousands a year. As a person within the system, Zheng Yongjiu certainly has reason to feel uneasy.
"There are many ports in Longjiang that have opened up for trade with the Soviet Union, and we are doing business with the Russians there."
"What kind of business can make so much money? It sounds scary."
"It's barter, exchanging our country's light industrial products for their heavy industrial products and steel."
It goes without saying that exchanging light industrial products for heavy industrial products is also a good deal.
"Can you tell me more about that?"
"We're trading our cigarettes, liquor, socks, handkerchiefs, gloves, hats, canned goods, cakes, and other things for their tanks, artillery, trucks, cars, and so on."
"There are also tanks and cannons?" Zheng Yongjiu was shocked. Isn't this dealing in arms?
"Ah! I've worked on it. I've worked on tanks and infantry fighting vehicles for the army."
"You're all hooked up with the military?"
"Haha, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"
This nephew's abilities are growing, and he's even doing business with the military.
"Then how long can you do it?" Zheng Yongjiu did not ask any further questions about the military.
"Let's do it this year, because there's a huge possibility that the port will be closed next year. If it's closed, we won't be able to do our work and we'll have to come back."
"Oh? How do you know the port will be closed next year?"
Zheng Yongjiu is a cadre after all, and he is very good at grasping the key points of the problem. He pointed out the key points of the problem very accurately.
"After more than a year of dealing with the Russians, I've discovered that they are in a state of considerable chaos. To what extent is the country in chaos? For example, if another revolution or civil war breaks out in the Soviet Union, I wouldn't be surprised at all."
"A civil war? How chaotic is this?"
"I think it's even more chaotic than the years of our revolution. I predict that within three years, something major will happen in the Soviet Union. If something happens there, of course their ports will be closed."
Zheng Yongjiu nodded slowly. "It's normal for ports to be closed when there's chaos in the country. What will you do if the ports are closed?"
"Just come back and do what you need to do."
"You're good, you own a business, but Zheng Song has nothing!"
This uncle is so cunning! He is trying to find a way out for his son.
"Uncle, what do you think about setting up a small business for your son and making a hundred or two hundred thousand a year?"
"Is there such a deal?"
"It doesn't seem to be a difficult thing."
"That's great, nephew! Your cousin has been following you for a while and your uncles and I are very happy. If he stays with you for a few more years, he will definitely become a good boy."
This is still being blamed!
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