Without even having time to catch their breath, Bi Yue helped Bi Cheng carry a handful of plastic bags on their shoulders and returned to the carriage. Inadvertently, she saw Xu Haoqiang standing at the door, gasping for breath.
That person almost didn't make it onto the train. His arm must have been pulled so hard that it hurt.
Bi Yue was about to help Xu Haoqiang when she saw Uncle Xu reaching into the bag of goods and taking out a handful of money. He was so generous and righteous that he didn't even count the exact amount.
A handful of rubles was stuffed into the pocket of the flight attendant.
Bi Yue patted the plastic bag on Bi Cheng's shoulder, signaling her eldest brother to go first. Then she followed Xu Haoqiang's example and reached into the military cloth bag hanging around her neck. Without bothering to wipe the sweat from her forehead, she grabbed a handful of rubles, about twenty of them, and went straight to the flight attendant.
Some things don't need to be said too clearly, everyone knows it clearly.
What Xu Haoqiang and Bi Yue wanted was a token of their appreciation, no matter how much money they offered. The flight attendant implicitly agreed not to refuse, and at least he should know how to make things convenient for them at the subsequent stops, and the area at the entrance should be reserved for them.
But, "Brother" should be used to taking money from people like Xu Haoqiang.
But he was pulled by a grown girl on his trouser pocket, and while dodging, his trousers could have been pulled off by this girl if he didn't have a belt!
After taking a closer look, he found that the girl in front of him was not only embarrassed but also beautiful. Bi Yue said quickly: "Hey, brother, I'll treat you to a drink, take it!" The young man's face turned red.
It wasn't until Bi Yuedu squeezed into the carriage and took several steps that the young conductor finally reacted and shouted:
"Stop every four hours for ten to fifteen minutes!" Bi Yue didn't even turn her head. At this moment, she felt like her whole body was falling apart. She waved her wrists weakly behind her a few times.
Inside the carriage, people were lying on the ground and goods were overturned, making the whole carriage a mess.
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In the 1980s, someone compared the Soviet Union to a huge ship, but the hull of the ship was rusted and its direction was unknown.
The slow economic operation ultimately results in the giant ship seeming to be on the verge of sinking in the vast ocean.
This was only the mid-1980s, not yet the end of the 1980s when there would be obvious "great changes"!
Bi Yue leaned her elbows on her knees and bent her waist. She was extremely tired and looked at Bi Cheng with a blank look as he reorganized the goods in the bag.
She had a rough idea of the amount, so she didn't need to rummage through her schoolbag to count the money secretly, or rather, she didn't have the heart to count the money.
This way really makes money!
People are always greedy. Greed is human instinct. Few people can control themselves and persuade themselves not to sink when they are young.
Twenty-three before the time travel, eighteen after the time travel.
It is conceivable that Bi Yue was also in a fog at this moment. She had just sold more than 30 of the most ordinary "old man's shirts" and earned only about 300 rubles, which was converted into RMB and was less than 300 yuan, when she began to uncontrollably conceive of her "dream".
Just standing there, it costs three hundred yuan!
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The human heart is something that even I cannot figure out!
Bi Yue leaned on her knees and leaned back in her chair. She didn't even have time to glare at her unfriendly seatmate who didn't let her sit by the window. Her mind was filled with thoughts like:
The Soviet Union developed abnormally, with developed heavy industry and backward light industry, and all material supplies were limited.
If they could continue to "fall" until the 1990s, and the Soviet Union underwent another major political change, everything in their country except heavy industry would be in short supply, and that would be the real golden age.
I still remember a movie in later generations, in which a famous crosstalk actor played a man in the Soviet Union...
Several ten-year-old Soviet girls spoke clearly in Chinese:
"Big brother, big brother!"
The actress said to herself beautifully, "Oh, look how polite these foreign kids are! They even know to call me 'dadada'!"
Thinking of this, Bi Yue's mouth curled up: a big bubble gum, wrapped in red leather, which can be blown into two or three layers when blown, and then deflated with a "poof", and can immediately cover half of the face.
It would be great if it were 1988 now, when we would have “Dada”. That thing wouldn’t take up much space and could be put in a bag!
Young fashionistas in the Soviet Union follow the lead of the United States and think chewing on a "big" is a very cool and fashionable thing. So...
How much money would that make!
That money must be so easy to make!
Why did she bother taking off her clothes? She was afraid of the 35kg weight limit? And she had to haggle over prices with the Soviet aunties, like they were dancing a shaman?
Just throw a few "big" ones on the ground, and then treat them as promotional advertisements without even picking them up. Just give them to them for free. That person will surely rush towards her!
When Bi Yue was daydreaming, she felt a strange smell. Xu Haoqiang leaned close to Bi Yue's ear and whispered softly. His mouth was filled with the stench of a mouth ulcer caused by inflammation:
"Watch your money! Those rubles are like time bombs. Be careful! From now on, no more sleeping! Things are tough on and off the train! If you're unlucky, you'll run into the police as soon as you exit the station and have everything confiscated."
After the two incidents, Xu Haoqiang finally understood that although Bi Chengzhang looked tall and strong, he was useless and too young.
On the other hand, this "eldest niece" looks innocent at a young age, but she's actually quite cunning, even learning to "slip money in" from him. Sigh! Children from poor families have to grow up early! Any advice would be appreciated!
Having said what he needed to say, Xu Haoqiang decided to keep a low profile from now on. His goods were all valuable and could easily attract the attention of interested parties.
Uncle Xu stood up, holding a rag bag full of money, and walked towards the toilet, preparing to hide the money in the pocket sewn on his pants.
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