Chapter 602 New Century
Ma Tou nodded, was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook his head:
"No, no, no, that's not how it works!"
Even if he is familiar with this place, can he just tell others the way to eat?
Ma Tou held the bowl in one hand and the snakeskin bag in the other, then stood up and wanted to run away.
His attitude was not as enthusiastic as before.
"Don't leave in a hurry."
Fu Jingyou quickly pressed his shoulders and forced him back to sit at the table.
"To be honest, I'm from the north. Even if I get something here, I'll sell it in the north. It won't affect you."
Ma Tou still shook his head.
Fu Jingyou directly put the five yuan he had just bought socks into his bag on the table:
"I'm not familiar with this place. I need a guide to show me the way, and I also need to get some reliable information."
"If you're willing, the money is yours. It will take you at most three days. Once the matter is settled, I'll give you another big unity reward."
Ma Tou stared at the five one-yuan bills on the corner of the table, and all he could hear were the words "great unity".
Although he has approved a lot of goods, the economic policies have not yet been officially implemented except for the relaxation of daily needs.
Nowadays, there are many people who are looking to buy goods in bulk, make a lot of money and live a good life.
But there are very few people who dare to come out and buy things from street vendors.
Even being a street vendor now is not as good as working in the black market.
Because of the influx of too many street vendors, in the Guangzhou area, even the black market is not as easy to survive as before if you don't have hard goods.
He sold socks worth more than three dollars today, which is already a big order.
Days like this don't come around often...
You can get five dollars now and ten dollars later...
To exaggerate a little, it was really the hard-earned money of his ten days or half a month.
Three days...
Ma Tou pursed his dry lips, very excited, but still hesitantly asked cautiously:
"Hey! What kind of business do you want to do? What kind of goods do you want to get?"
As he spoke, Ma Tou held the snakeskin bag and showed a determined resistance:
"Are you planning to start a sock business too? I won't tell you where I get my stock!"
"Of course not."
Fu Jingyou knew that this matter was basically inevitable, so he shook his head and asked with a smile:
"We need to see what options are available first."
"What are the options?"
Ma Tou laughed speechlessly:
"There are so many options. Have you eaten yet? Give me the money and I'll take you there."
Fu Jingyou had just finished two bowls of noodles.
He pushed the bowl aside, took out three national grain coupons from his bag and handed them to the noodle stall owner along with the Mao Zedong notes:
"Knot together."
"Okay, yours is 40 cents, and his bowl of noodles with two braised eggs is 30 cents, so the total is 70 cents, and I'll give you 30 cents."
Ma Tou's word "don't" was stuck in his throat and before he could finish it, the noodle stall owner had already quickly returned the money to Fu Jingyou.
Ma Tou scratched the back of his head and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
This person is quite nice and honest.
"I saw you had some rope in your bag. Can you lend me one? I'll return it to you if I find one for sale on the road."
"It's just a rope. You can use it if you want."
Ma Tou took out a fiber rope and handed it to Fu Jingyou.
Fu Jingyou tied the clothes into a bundle, held one end of the rope in his hand, and threw the bundled clothes onto his back.
Ma Tou also tied up the snakeskin bag containing his socks, threw it back and put it on his shoulder, waved his hand as if to lead the way, and walked in front.
Money was spent and an "employment" relationship was established.
On the way, Fu Jingyou asked whatever he wanted without any hesitation:
"They're setting up stalls so blatantly outside the train station. Isn't anyone watching over it?"
"Some people still come and arrest us occasionally, but they only arrest street vendors like me. Those food stalls are clearly open to the public."
"What's the difference?"
"What's the difference? People have to eat anyway~"
Ma Tou sighed, and felt it was natural:
"The new policy talks about economic liberation and encouraging citizens to start their own businesses, but at the moment it's just rumors and no official announcement has been made."
"Looking at the situation in the city, the leaders in charge seem to be divided into two camps: one in favor and the other against..."
Ma Tou babbled on and on:
"Although there are still crackdowns on speculation and profiteering, they are not as strict as before. So there are more and more vendors like me who are taking risks and waiting for the official opening to make a fortune."
Guangzhou and Shenzhen have had special economic policies from the beginning.
Not to mention the current crackdown on speculation and profiteering, the situation was much better than in other regions when we cracked down on it in the past.
Ma Tou smiled and looked back at Fu Jingyou:
"People like us who value money over life, don't we look ridiculous?"
Fu Jingyou shook his head and said frankly:
"Aren't we the same kind of people?"
It’s all about having enough food to eat and a better life.
It's all hard work, blood and sweat, and there are risks involved. What's so funny about it?
Ma Tou said "hmm" and smiled more sincerely.
After officially joining the hawker business, you can indeed make some money.
However, the outside world has always been quite hostile and contemptuous of these self-employed vendors.
They think they are following the old capitalist way.
When they come across good stuff, some people come up to grab it, while others drive them away.
In serious cases, you may be surrounded and beaten by a group of people, or even be attacked by gangs.
This money is not easy to earn.
Regardless of whether Fu Jingyou's words were sincere or not, Matou felt relieved.
People of the same kind can always better understand each other's hardships.
"By the way, my name is Chen Matou. Gao Lao, what's your last name? What's your name?"
"No need to call me Fu, you can just call me Xiao Fu."
Ma Tou looked up and down at Fu Jingyou.
Seeing that he was half a head taller than him, Ma Tou shook his head and said:
"Hey! You look tall and strong, probably a little older than me. If you don't like being called boss, I'll just call you Brother Xiao Fu."
Matou's Mandarin is not very standard and has some regional accent.
It sounds rhythmic and a little lisp-like, but very lively and interesting.
Fu Jingyou smiled and nodded, letting him call whatever he wanted.
"There's a stall near the train station. I'll take you there first."
…
Fu Jingyou has been to Tianjin and Wuhan, and now he is studying and settling down in the capital.
I used to think that the capital was the most prosperous city, but now it seems that there are always people better than you.
There was a surge of people and a multitude of cars and vehicles.
The scene that can only be seen near Tiananmen Square in the capital is everywhere in the streets and alleys here.
People's clothing style remains conservative, but the colors are quite diverse.
Clothes in bright colors like light blue and light green that his wife likes to wear are rare in the capital.
Here it is everywhere.
There are some wearing suits.
There are even more people wearing those eye-catching red coats and dresses.
Looking around, the whole world is bright, as if entering a new century.
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