The years of red flags

"You just fart." Jiang Hua scolded: "The foreign trade company has your shares, and you told me that you can't afford all-terrain vehicles. We have been in this business for more than a year, and although the money we make is not as good as Me, but the share is enough for you to buy more than ten cars like this."

Zhong Yuemin sneered, rubbed his hands and said, "There's no way, who told you to distribute the shares to Gao Yue instead of me. Now our family's money is in Gao Yue's hands, and my pocket money is There is no shortage, but it is impossible for me to buy a car with so much money at once."

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Even if you talk to Gao Yue, I don't believe Gao Yue will refuse."

"I always ask my wife for money, and it's still such a large sum that I can't ask." Zhong Yuemin said a little embarrassedly: "For example, you haven't asked your sister-in-law for money, right?"

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "And when you were embarrassed, you made Gao Yue so obsessed. It's not easy to get some money."

"Just say whether you will give it or not." Zhong Yuemin said roguely: "Our family only has such a small amount of money. If you have a lot of money, who will you not give it to?"

"I will, but I will teach Gao Yue what you say when the time comes."

The two walked out of the department store, wandered casually along the streets, crossed the streets and alleys, and walked for a long time, but they didn't know where they went.

Zhong Yuemin had sharp eyes and saw that something was wrong, so he said: "It seems that someone is watching out ahead, is it doing something illegal, should we stay away, so as not to be troubled by Chiyu, the road has not been peaceful these two days."

Before he finished speaking, someone rushed out from the side, lowered his voice as soon as they met and asked, "Are you here to buy or sell?"

"Buyers." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "We are empty-handed, and we don't look like people who came here to sell."

"That's not necessarily the case. The bulky goods will not be able to be brought in." The person who asked the question said with a smile, "You can go in with twenty rubles."

Zhong Yuemin took out the money from his body and handed it over. The guy smiled and took the money, and drew a mark on the arms of Jiang Hua and Zhong Yueming with chalk.

"Go in, as long as you have this mark, no one will dare to trouble you."

Zhong Yuemin said with a smile: "It's a bit like our old Pigeon Market."

"The underground market, there are everywhere." Jiang Hua nodded: "There will always be some shady transactions in this world."

Zhong Yuemin said enthusiastically: "Let's go in and have a look. How is it different from our previous Pigeon Market?"

The two of them put their hands in their pockets and walked into the market. It was a remote alley with many stalls on both sides, selling a lot of things, including agricultural and sideline products, and some artworks.

Zhong Yuemin said without interest: "There are quite a lot of things, but this market is no different from our old pigeon market."

Jiang Hua squatted down in front of a stall, picked up the things on the ground and looked through them. Zhong Yuemin glanced at them and asked, "Since when did you become interested in such things as medals? I remember you were not interested in antiques? This Do gadgets also have collection value?"

Jiang Hua nodded: "Of course it is valuable for collection. Look at this medal, the medal commemorating the victory of the Stalingrad Defense War. It is a witness of history."

"That's right, these are all historical witnesses, and they are very valuable." The stall owner smiled obsequiously: "Sir, if you like it, give me two thousand rubles, and the medal will be yours."

Jiang Hua shook his head and said, "Although this medal is very commemorative, too many were issued that year, so it is not worth two thousand rubles."

Jiang Hua said with a smile: "This medal can't be yours, right? You don't seem to have participated in the Great Patriotic War at your age."

"It belonged to my father, who is dead."

Jiang Hua picked up another medal and said with a smile: "The medal for success in picture 16 is also your father's?"

"That's right, he was one of the designers of the aircraft back then." The stall owner said proudly: "He worked in the Tupolev Design Bureau all his life. After World War II, he was admitted to university, and then he was assigned to Design bureau work."

"What about you? Where do you work?"

"I'm also in the Tupolev Design Bureau." The stall owner said with a smile: "But I can't compare with my father. He is a designer, and I am just an archivist."

"Your father is really a respectable elder." Jiang Hua said seriously: "How can you sell his old man's honor."

The stall owner shrugged his shoulders: "What can I do? The supplies in the market are so tight now. If I want to feed my family, I need more money. The salary of my archivist is not enough to support the whole family." of."

"I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue." Jiang Hua said guiltily: "Honor can't be compared with life. In order to express my apology, I want all the medals you put up."

The stall owner asked excitedly: "You mean you want all these medals?"

Jiang Hua nodded: "You make a price, as long as it is not too much, I will never counter the price."

The stall owner was going crazy with joy. He had been setting up a stall there for a long time, and few people came to visit him.

He still had twenty or thirty medals on display. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fifteen thousand rubles."

Jiang Hua nodded: "No problem, you can find me a bag to pack it in."

The stall owner was shocked, and he really wouldn't bargain if he said that he would not bargain. After a moment of excitement, he quickly took out a canvas bag from his pocket.

Then put the medals on the stand into small flannel pockets one by one, and finally put them together in a canvas bag and hand them to Jiang Hua.

Jiang Hua took out his wallet and took [-] rubles, a total of fifteen [-] rubles. The stall owner took it and counted it twice.

He smiled and said, "Sir, thank you so much, you are so kind."

"You're welcome." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I like these things with historical value. For me, I have found a treasure, so you don't need to thank you too much."

"But I still want to thank you. With this money, our family can last for a while longer." The stall owner was almost grateful: "If every customer is as generous as you, I won't have such a difficult time. It's day."

"Good days will always come." Jiang Hua patted the stall owner on the shoulder and said, "If you have any good things in the future, you can come to me. I live in the presidential suite of the Metropolitan Hotel. You can ask the front desk. Is Mr. Jiang from the presidential suite here? I usually come to the City of Thousand Tops twice a year, once in spring and once in winter. If you have anything of value, you can come to me."

(End of this chapter)