Chapter 65 Lin Yan was upset
Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, then exhaled, "If the probability of losing things is too high, the post office can't continue, right?"
"Yes. I just said that it was an individual crime. The train can't run very far, they have to jump off the train and return. Therefore, not much is lost each time. Moreover, if it happens too often, the police will also ambush on the relevant sections of the road to catch people. As long as you are not particularly unlucky, if you lose two out of three times, you should be able to make money. But those are smuggled goods, so you can't sell them openly."
Fang Mingche also thought about reselling electronic watches. But based on the above two reasons, he gave up.
They are setting up tea stalls now and don't pay taxes. Now the tax bureau probably hasn't even put together a full staff.
In those ten years, many institutions really couldn't operate normally. However, it will gradually get better.
But the educated youth who returned to the city set up big bowl tea stalls, which is considered an act of going through the open road. So they can set up stalls openly, even in Tiananmen Square.
Lin Yan heard that there is a risk of losing goods on the road, and they are selling smuggled goods, so they have to sell them secretly. So they had to give up the idea.
The two of them set up a stall here, and it would be fine if they could sell some of the goods on the stall. But if they had to send one person out to fight guerrilla warfare, there wouldn't be enough manpower.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan smiled embarrassedly, "Am I too greedy? Our income is so high now."
"No! If it weren't for those two reasons, I would have done it before you said it. I also want to save money to buy a house."
Fang Mingche not only wanted to buy a building, he also wanted to buy a Shanghai brand car. 25,000 yuan a car!
And the government didn't allow private car purchases until 1986. Even if you buy one now, you can only register it under the name of your unit or company.
In this era, houses and cars seem to be cheaper than in later generations. But even if you remove all the purchase restrictions, it is still very difficult to own a house and a car.
They are really high-income people, but it's not easy! As for those who have a so-called iron rice bowl and a fixed salary, they can't afford it.
The monthly income is only a few dozen yuan, and they have to support their family. How dare you think about buying a house and a car?
As for Ah Yan saying that she is greedy, she is not after food or clothes? She just likes to see the numbers on the passbook increase, preferably an integer. Only in this way can she feel at ease and have a sense of security. What kind of greed is this?
Lin Yan was stunned when she heard Fang Mingche say that he wanted to buy a house.
She lived in the house allocated by her parents since she was a child. She went to the countryside to become a private teacher in the village primary school, and she was also prepared to wait with Fang Mingche for the school to allocate houses one day.
However, the town primary school did not build a teacher's dormitory, and their village primary school was even more distant.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan had a deep feeling: she is a person without a unit!
No unit will reimburse her medical expenses in proportion when she is hospitalized, and no unit will allocate her a house. When she is old and can no longer work, she cannot receive a pension like her mother...
Although her mother always nags that she loses 10.8 yuan a month. But there is still 40.2 yuan, which can be collected monthly.
Being a self-employed person is indeed a bit insecure.
Fang Mingche asked what she was thinking, "Of course it's good to have a company to rely on. But Lao Cheng and his friends only get a fixed salary of 36 per month. Even Brother Song and his friends can get commissions if they sell more, but the commission rate is very low. He is very happy this month, but he can't get more than 100."
Lin Yan thought about it and nodded. Yes, there is no such thing as a sugar cane that is sweet at both ends? People can't have it all, that's really greedy.
The conversation came to this point, Fang Mingche told her about asking Lao Cui to go to the black market to get bicycle tickets and radio tickets this morning.
The market price of bicycle tickets is 50, and radio tickets are 20. The two things themselves cost three or four hundred.
Only self-employed people with stable incomes dare to buy them.
Lin Yan looked at her father's 28-bar, "My dad's bike, I can still ride it. Just buy a radio."
"You ride it seven days a week, what will your dad do when he needs it? We are not short of money now, so let's return the bike to your dad."
Lin Yan thought that they should not feel at ease using their father's car when they have such a high income.
Fang Mingche continued, "Remember to give the Moutai to the old man when you return the car. Lao Cui has already helped buy it, and he will pick it up this afternoon."
Well, it was the ordinary Moutai sold outside, the market price was more than ten yuan a bottle. The black market would charge a few more yuan.
He would definitely put away the two bottles of military supply until he no longer cared about the price, and then open the bottles.
Lin Yan nodded, so that her mother would have nothing to say. Her father actually liked Moutai very much, but he certainly couldn't bear to buy it himself. It was too expensive to buy only one bottle with half a month's salary!
Moreover, when her father learned that they bought a bottle for her uncle that day, his face changed slightly.
It wasn't that he didn't want to buy an extra bottle at that time. But the black market doesn't have an unlimited supply, and sometimes it will be out of stock. Last time, she only bought one bottle, so she gave it to her uncle first.
When she took it back today, she would open the bottle at lightning speed and pour half a cup for her father to try first.
During dinner, Lin Yan got the Moutai. She walked back happily holding it.
Yanyan hugged her father's neck and made a wish to him, "I will buy wine for Dad in the future."
Fang Mingche nodded with a smile, "Dad is waiting. Oh, by the way, the two bottles I locked in the cabinet, don't touch them. I'll keep them for the useful ones."
Lin Yan said, "Two bottles of wine?"
"Yes."
After returning, Fang Mingche opened the locked cabinet to show them. He was afraid that Yanyan would accidentally kick it over and break it while playing, so he locked it up.
"Why is the packaging a little different?"
"This is military-supplied Maotai, specially supplied to the heads of military regions."
Lin Yan was shocked and said, "The heads of military regions actually took the wine to the black market to sell?"
"No, Lao Wang gave it to me."
Fang Mingche sent Yanyan out to play and told her what happened last night.
Lin Yan's chest rose and fell sharply.
Fang Mingche knew she was angry. How many times in a lifetime can a person be praised by the official media?
"It's not appropriate for me to be too ostentatious now. What if someone wants to dig deeper? Besides, we still need to rely on the stall of the cooperative. Besides, they pay us a lot of money."
Lin Yan also knew that this was the right choice rationally, but this was obviously Mingche's contribution.
"It's best if we get benefits!"
Lin Yan was not an experienced person, and finally accepted the reality rationally.
She looked at the clock. The time agreed by Mingche and Wang Dexian to learn English was coming.
She chose not to see it and not to be annoyed. She didn't say anything. Mingche would be more unwilling than her about this matter.
Humph, Mingche is so busy every day, and he can only squeeze out time to review by himself. He also has to tutor this person in English so that he can act more convincingly.
"I'm going back."
Fang Mingche saw that she had dropped the Maotai, and chased after her with it, "Wine--"
Lin Yan hung on the handlebars of the car. Afraid of falling or hitting, she wrapped herself in the small quilt that Yanyan used for her nap.
(End of this chapter)
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