On the bus from Kyoto to Baigou, Bi Cheng was a little nervous and held his stomach. Bi Yue turned her head and saw her eldest brother's appearance, then leaned over to Bi Cheng's ear and whispered:
"Are you giving the thief a heads-up? Where did you hide your money?"
Bi Cheng was squeezed by the people in the middle aisle of the bus, and his body was squeezed sideways. He approached his sister and confirmed again:
"Are you really selling all the goods? Not leaving a single cent behind? Sister, is this reliable or not?"
The distance from Baigou to Kyoto is 113 kilometers, a two and a half hour drive.
Bi Yue looked outside the car and thought, success or failure all depended on this one move.
…
There was lush green outside the car window, and the car was filled with a strong smell of sweat.
Bi Yue used two fingers to push the car window open, and then the older sister sitting behind her began to complain:
"You opened it so wide that you pushed my window over!"
Bi Yue had no time to pay attention to her elder sister's quarrel. Her mind was full of money. She let her elder sister push the window back again, leaving only a small gap for her.
Bi Yue did not answer what Dadi asked her just now.
She thought: She and Bi Chengdu are both college students now. If they can earn a living by frying dough sticks for two or three months, they can still survive. Even so, it is still because of Teacher Li's help.
But if things continued like this, her eldest brother's academic performance would decline, and she and her brother's health would not be able to cope. It was clear that this way of making a living was not suitable for them.
If they get exhausted again, the poor Bi family will really not be able to bear it.
Bi Yue sighed out the window.
Plus, taking grandpa to the hospital for a thorough checkup is definitely going to cost a lot of money. It's always like this in every era. If you don't have money, you can't afford medical treatment!
And as for those debts, should she and her eldest brother go back to their hometown, shamelessly continue to thank each family, and then not mention or think about the debts owed over the years?
The Wang family in the east has three yuan, the Li family in the west has five yuan and eighty yuan...
The money for grandpa's medicine over the years, the money for my uncle to avoid being bullied in prison, the money owed to the village barefoot doctor for my father's leg treatment, and the travel expenses for her and Bi Cheng to go to school...
Bi Yue had considered giving up her studies to start a small business. Within a year, she believed that with her vision gained from time travel, she should be able to make the Bi family better and better.
But when she saw the letter her father wrote to her from her hometown, with the crooked words "Study hard and make your father proud", she realized how important the word "college student" was to the Bi family.
Perhaps, this is the reason why that poor family has been able to survive.
…
Bi Yue suddenly turned her head, looked at Bi Cheng seriously and asked, "Do you believe me?"
"No, sister, that's not what I meant. What I meant was..." Bi Cheng lowered his voice so low that only Bi Yue could hear his mumbled words:
"Shouldn't we save some money for crossing the river?"
Bi Yue replied decisively: "That's not necessary."
Bi Cheng was stunned by her confident look. He felt that his sister had changed more and more recently, as if... as if there was a world of difference between them.
His sister insisted on believing it was a random encounter with a Soviet man, but then she told him he didn't speak Soviet. Could it be that this "Soviet businessman" also spoke English? Or was he the one who was flipping the old man's shirt? How could this be such a coincidence?
Bi Cheng had reservations and doubts in his heart, but he had to blindly follow Bi Yue and trust his sister.
When he couldn't sleep at night, he kept thinking about it. His sister suddenly learned how to fry twisted dough sticks and "ordered high" to meet foreigners. Could this be the legendary "God will not let the blind clever bird starve to death"?
…
Bi Yue smelled the smell of diesel and sweat and was also lost in memories.
She clearly remembers that she had the honor of interviewing a famous entrepreneur when she first started working.
The middle-aged man talked to her about the past with a nostalgic and longing look, the days when he made his first pot of gold in the Soviet Union.
The CEO was brief and concise on other topics, but when the interview got to that part, he spoke enthusiastically:
"Under the circumstances back then, if I did this, it had to be a secret and I couldn't tell anyone!
At that time, the net profit of textiles sold to the Soviet Union was at least twice as much, which made me see many business opportunities.
Later, we stopped doing this, partly because, given the current environment, it was too risky to establish the crime of speculation and profiteering.
Secondly, by the end of the 1980s, many people had joined in, profits were shrinking, and under unfair competition, even our compatriots who should have been united in a foreign country revealed many ugly natures. I don't want to be too disappointed in human nature.
Third, it's because I no longer need to fight so hard. Facts have proven that being the first to try something new doesn't work for the long term; it can be frustrating.
I still remember the entrepreneur standing up, with his back to her, and summarizing those days with an exclamatory tone:
"Climbing up and down the train with my luggage on my back, looking so miserable, that's the youth I experienced."
By recalling this conversation...
Bi Yue thought, I need to be steady, accurate, and ruthless, and immediately turn around to change my predicament and make quick money...
No matter what is waiting for her ahead, she will go and give it a try!
We have arrived at Baigou Station.
Turning left and right, in fact, following the flow of people, following the quick-eyed people who just got off the bus, you can see many "wonderful" things.
No matter the era, you can’t see a doctor if you don’t have money.
No matter what era it is, if you do something that others don’t dare to do, you will be awesome!
The so-called wholesale point is a long street, a very narrow and long road, which looks like a busy market like a morning market.
There are rows of erected barbed wire fences and hawking sounds coming from one shop after another. The bosses carry a few main styles of items on their arms, shouting and negotiating prices with customers in a loud voice.
Behind them, all kinds of clothes are hung densely. On the stalls of some sellers with large quantities of goods, the clothes hung on the wire mesh are piled up on top of each other, and the onlookers can only see half of them.
If you want to take a closer look, the boss has to carry a long wooden stick with a small fork at one end. He can only take the clothes hanger down by hooking it with the long wooden stick.
Bi Cheng followed closely behind Bi Yue.
There were a lot of people around. Bi Cheng listened to Bi Yue asking prices skillfully as they walked, while he dodged left and right and observed the people around them. His hands would unconsciously rest on his lower abdomen, for fear that others would steal their money.
Bi Yue didn't make a move. She was sweating profusely until she walked through most of the market and finally stopped at a place selling bags:
"Boss, give me four of the largest-sized plastic bags!"
This was the first money the brother and sister had ever spent. They were so thirsty that they didn’t even have time to drink water, let alone lunch.
Bi Cheng knew that his sister was going to make a move, and she probably even knew which store to buy the goods from.
Bi Yue returned the same way and ran to the counter that she had fallen in love with as soon as she entered the market:
"Boss, how do I get this T-shirt?"
The man, who was almost fifty, glanced up and down at Bi Yue, then squinted at Bi Cheng. He was unfamiliar with her and it was his first time to pick up the goods. He blurted out, "Three dollars!"
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