Siheyuan, my new life

At this time, the middle-aged man called Lao Qin came in with a tray, and deftly placed a plate of fried peanuts, a plate of cold-mixed pig ears, a plate of spicy fried potato shreds, and a plate of pickled cabbage on the square table. Then, with his big yellow teeth bared, he took out a bottle of Sanbai from behind and said with a smile, "Jun brother, you guys drink slowly." After that, he turned around and walked out.

Cao Junjie took the bottle and poured wine for everyone while saying with a smile: "Yonghui, I'm really at my wits' end. You have a good brother-in-law who can work in a good unit like the meat processing factory, but we have to look for food everywhere to support our family. Not long ago, we met a big brother who is a big shot in the black market. Big Brother Yao showed us a way to make money."

Having said that, Cao Junjie picked up the wine glass, gestured to Kuang Yonghui, then took a sip of white wine, picked up the chopsticks and invited the two of them to eat.

Cao Junjie and Huang Shengli are both childhood friends of Kuang Yonghui, or what are known as childhood friends in Beijing. They often played together since they were young, climbing trees to take bird eggs and going to rivers to catch fish and shrimps. When they were a little older, they started stealing together. They were pretty close friends, until Kuang Yonghui started working in a meat processing factory, when they had less contact.

A few days ago, Huang Shengli approached Kuang Yonghui and asked him to help get some pork. To be honest, almost all workers who work in the meat processing plant need money at home. Every month, the meat processing plant will distribute one to three kilograms of extra meat tickets to the workers in the factory according to their length of service and level. Of course, this kind of meat ticket is not the kind of meat ticket issued by the state, but the internal meat ticket of the meat processing plant canteen. Workers can buy a certain amount of pork in the canteen with the ticket.

In addition, the workers in the slaughterhouse of the meat processing plant also have some hidden benefits, such as minced meat, small pieces of lard, and some pig offal. These things are sold to the workers at a low price before leaving get off work every day.

At that time, Kuang Yonghui felt a bit overwhelmed when he heard Huang Shengli's request. If it was just three or five kilograms, he would have a solution. At most, he could just share it with his fellow workers. But twenty kilograms was a lot, which really stumped him. Therefore, he did not agree at that time and just said he would go back to the factory and try.

However, as the Chinese New Year was approaching, everyone planned to use their meat coupons to buy meat to take home for the New Year, so they didn't get any meat yesterday. This morning, Kuang Yonghui found the workshop director and wanted him to help.

As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was scolded by the workshop director, who said he was dreaming. The supply of pork is tight now, and even the main leaders of the meat processing plant only give three to five kilograms at most to some relatives.

Kuang Yonghui was spoiled at home and could not tolerate the other party's scolding. He immediately quarreled with the workshop director and ran out of the meat processing factory angrily. Because he did not want to lose face in front of his friends, he went directly to the Qianmen Supply and Marketing Cooperative and asked his second sister to think of a solution.

But Kuang Meiyun was just an ordinary salesperson at work, where did she get so much meat for her brother? And she heard from her husband that the Jiaodaokou Subdistrict Office did not get any meat during the Spring Festival this year.

Seeing that his second sister had no solution, Kuang Yonghui suddenly had an idea and proposed to work as a clerk. He didn't want to see the workshop director's ugly face again.

After running away from his second sister's house today, Kuang Yonghui had no choice but to come to the agreed restaurant. No matter what, he had to tell his friends. At most, he would pay for the meal.

After hearing what Cao Junjie said, Kuang Yonghui immediately became interested. Although his family had never asked for his salary and sometimes asked for some money, Kuang Yonghui was used to spending lavishly and spent every month's salary cleanly. Now that he heard that the other party had a way to make money, he reluctantly took a bite of shredded potatoes, swallowed it, and then eagerly asked: "Brother Junjie, how do you make money?"

Cao Junjie showed a smug smile on his face. He lowered his voice and said, "Now the prices of rice, flour, oil and pork on the black market are skyrocketing. White flour and rice are more than 50 cents, and pork is more than 1.5 yuan. Sometimes it can be sold for 2 yuan. Now as long as you can get the things, making money is a piece of cake, isn't it?"

Upon hearing what happened, Kuang Yonghui immediately lost interest. "Brother Junjie, you must know how tight the supply of materials is outside. Let me tell you, in order to get meat for you, I went to find the workshop director today, and he scolded me. He said that even the director of our meat processing plant only gave three to five kilograms of meat to the customers with connections. Now, there are lines of cars waiting to transport meat in front of our meat processing plant every day."

Cao Junjie and Huang Shengli were just small thugs on the street. The so-called big shot in the black market was just a thug watching the scene outside the black market. It was only after listening to the boasting of this thug named Yao that they knew the prices of various things on the black market. These two guys usually only did odd jobs occasionally and basically hung around. Now when they heard the news, they immediately became interested. They had no way to get the things, but Kuang Yonghui worked in a meat processing factory, and his second brother-in-law was the director of the street office. They would definitely be able to find a way if they asked him.

But now, when they heard Kuang Yonghui's words, it was like a bucket of cold water was poured on their heads. The two looked at each other and saw the disappointment in each other's eyes.

Cao Junjie raised his glass and started to persuade others to drink. He was still a little unwilling to give up and planned to wait until Kuang Yonghui drank too much before testing this guy's attitude. They all knew that although Kuang Yonghui liked to drink, his alcohol tolerance was very poor and he could only drink three or four taels of liquor at most.

After a few drinks, the three of them drank the entire bottle of Sanbai liquor. Cao Junjie was reluctant to order more wine. Today's meal was barely enough for him and Huang Shengli by pooling their money together. If he ordered more wine, he probably wouldn't have enough to pay the bill later.

Huang Shengli noticed that Kuang Yonghui was a little drunk, so he leaned over to him and whispered, "Yonghui, Junjie and I can't make it any longer now. We've been friends since we were little. Now that you're rich, you can't just sit there and watch us fall apart, can you?"

Kuang Yonghui was drunk and stammered, "Shengli, who are you looking down on? Am I that kind of person? Don't worry, from now on, as long as I, Kuang Yonghui, have something to eat, I will never let my brothers starve. Today's meal is on me. If you have any problems in the future, just tell me."