With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

"Comrades, don't be joking. Does Brother Xue have enough money to buy a bicycle?" Wang Xianbang stopped a group of people who were joining in the fun.

When it came to business, everyone became quiet. Xue Ming really didn't have enough cash in his hand. "Brother Xianbang, what do you mean by this?"

"Buying a bicycle is a big deal. If you don't have enough money, everyone will help you. It's really not a joke." Wang Xianbang said sincerely.

"Brother, don't be polite to us. Just tell us how much money is left, and the comrades will help you come up with it." Wang Tianhe said loudly.

Everyone expressed their willingness to help. After all, bicycle tickets are available every quarter. If you lend money to a colleague to buy a car now, your colleague who is lucky enough to win the lottery next month will lend you money to buy a car. Everyone is willing to lend money with this mentality.

"Thank you, comrades. We'll talk about the money later. Now I have to trouble you all to help me find women's bicycle tickets." Xue Ming felt warm in his heart.

The next day when the work was fine, Xue Ming rode his bicycle to the bank's valuables recycling department and put two hundred silver coins on the counter to cash them.

The bank attendant immediately went to notify the leader, and soon a middle-aged man in his forties came to greet him, "Hello, comrade, I am Qian Dajiang from the gold and silver exchange office."

Xue Ming shook hands with him and said, "Hello, Director Dajiang, what is the ratio of silver yuan to cash?"

"We need to look at the quality of the silver coins first. Some silver coins are valuable and some are not. Comrade, please wait a moment." Qian Dajiang immediately called two professional masters to appraise them.

Now the country has relaxed its exchange business in order to increase gold and silver reserves. Banks do not ask customers about the origin of gold and silver, nor do they register customer information.

However, large quantities of gold and silver must be registered. Qian Dajiang opened the account book and opened the pen. "Comrade, please tell me your name and address, which unit you work in, and where did these silver coins come from?"

"My name is Xue Ming. Two hundred silver dollars is not a large transaction. Director Qian doesn't need to get to the bottom of it, right?" Xue Ming said.

Qian Dajiang felt like he had heard this name somewhere before, and his eyes widened after trying to recall it for a moment. It turned out to be Xue Ming, the son-in-law of the Zhao family in the provincial capital, the famous bandit-suppressing hero.

"Two hundred silver dollars is not a big deal." Qian Dajiang closed the ledger, put away the pen, and decided to handle it as a small-amount exchange.

"Thank you, Director Qian." Xue Ming shook hands with him again. The silver coins in the warehouse were dug for treasure in the deep mountains and forests. He really didn't dare to explain the source.

Two gloved appraisers appraised the coins one by one, carefully blowing air onto the silver coins and listening to them, and even used a scale to weigh them.

The two hundred silver coins were appraised for half an hour. The appraiser gave a thumbs up and reported, "I am reporting to Director Qian that the two hundred silver coins are all top quality without exception."

"Okay! The exchange ratio for high-quality goods is one to one. Comrade, please fill out the exchange form." Qian Dajiang personally went through the exchange procedures for Xue Ming and explained the exchange process in detail.

With two hundred yuan in hand and money to buy a bicycle, Xue Ming rode all the way back to his unit. As soon as he entered the Transportation Department, he was surrounded by his colleagues.

"Brother, come with me to the textile factory. There is a good textile worker who got a female bicycle ticket. It happened that she wanted to buy a male bicycle for her father." Wang Xianbang pulled Xue Ming out.

That's great. There are many female workers in textile factories, so the relevant departments allocate female bicycle tickets.

Xue Ming rode his bicycle and followed him to the No. 1 Textile Factory. The security personnel knew Wang Xianbang and let him go directly.

Wang Xianbang asked Xue Ming to wait outside the textile workshop, and within ten minutes he brought out two female textile workers.

It happened that Xue Ming also knew these two female workers, the shy carpenter named Ren Tingting, and the carefree female worker named Xu Aijia. He had a small misunderstanding with them when he came here to transport cotton last time.

"Hey, isn't this Master Xue Ming, the fourth-level transporter?" Xu Aijia was the first to run over and strike up a conversation like a little sparrow.

"Haha, it turns out that Comrade Aijia knows Brother Xue, so I don't need to introduce him. Brother Xue wants to exchange tickets with Comrade Tingting." Wang Xianbang said with a smile.

Xue Ming looked at Ren Tingting who looked shy. This girl was so lucky. He nodded to her with a smile and took out the bicycle from his pocket and handed it to Wang Xianbang.

"Comrade Lao Wang, we agreed to exchange one vote for one, and you can't ask Tingting to pay extra." Xu Aijia took Ren Tingting's ticket and held it in her hand, staring at Xue Ming warily.

The permanent 28-type men's car is a few dollars more expensive than the women's car, and the men's ticket is naturally a few dollars more expensive than the women's ticket.

Wang Xianbang turned to look at Xue Ming. Xue Ming waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, two comrades, we each get what we need without any extra money."

"Come on, give me the ticket and let me see if it's genuine." Xu Aijia obviously has a character that doesn't suffer, and protects the interests of her best friends like a flower protector.

"Old Wang, show it to her." Xue Ming was too lazy to bargain with them. In fact, it was not a disadvantage to switch from a men's bicycle to a women's bicycle, because women's bicycle tickets were less.

Xu Aijia took the male ticket from Wang Xianbang and studied it over and over. After studying for five minutes, she finally handed the female ticket to Xue Ming.

The format of the female ticket was basically the same as that of the male ticket. Xue Ming put it in his pocket after confirming it was correct.

Looking up at the textile workshop, Li Chuanying should be working in the workshop. He wanted to inquire about Li Chuanying's news from them but didn't want to get into trouble.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Xue Ming, my family still needs to borrow money to buy a bicycle. I...how about I treat you to a meal." After Ren Tingting finished speaking, she lowered her head in shame.

In the end, she took advantage of the exchange of male votes for female votes, and Ren Tingting always felt embarrassed.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. Please invite Comrade Xue Ming to have dinner in No. 17 of our Family Court this afternoon." After Xu Aijia finished speaking, she pulled Ren Tingting and ran to the workshop, not giving Xue Ming a chance to refuse.

The two grown men were stunned. The two women couldn't hide their thoughts from the old man Wang Xianbang. No one on either side came to Xue Ming's ear and whispered in Xue Ming's ear, "I think Miss Ren is interested in you."

"Then it's boring, let's go." Xue Ming didn't expect that Ren Tingting was Li Chuanying's next-door neighbor, but he wanted to go to the banquet to ask her about Li Chuanying's situation, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was unnecessary.

I was riding Wang Xianbang back to my work unit. On the way, Wang Xianbang suddenly asked in a low voice, "Brother Xue, do you have any surplus grain in your hand? Can you lend me fifty kilograms?"

"Okay, but I'm still 20 yuan short of buying a car. Brother Xianbang, can you lend me 20 yuan?" Xue Ming stopped and gave him a cigarette. The so-called borrowing food means buying food.

Wang Xianbang stopped talking nonsense and took out 20 yuan. To buy a pound of rice in a department store requires a pound of food stamps plus 20 cents, and to buy a pound of rice on the black market costs 45 cents.

After the deal was concluded, Xue Ming took him back to the Office of the First Transportation Department, and Wang Xianbang took out another sack from the drawer.

Xue Ming smiled. It turned out that this old boy had already made plans to buy food.

Carrying the sack to the grove next to the toilet, he entered the space, weighed 50 kilograms of rice and put it into the bag. He went into the house and slept until 5:30, then left the space and returned to the office to give the rice to Lao Wang.

Wang Xianbang grabbed a handful of rice and took a sneak peek. He was instantly happy. The quality was obviously better than black market rice. "Brother, I plan to buy a bicycle when. Do you need help?"