Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

After agreeing to Dong Qian, Wang Muzhi thought about how to obtain relevant information about this engine on the way back.

After thinking about it, a person suddenly appeared in Wang Muzhi's mind.

Harden.

The foreigner who collaborated with Su Zhuang and wanted to transport antiques from China.

His boss, Moss, is an internationally renowned middleman. In his eyes, there is no so-called distinction between parties, politics, and countries. He only believes in the concept of "money first."

For him, everything is a commodity and can be exchanged as long as he can afford a sufficient price.

If you want to obtain this kind of information in the shortest time, it seems that only he can do it now.

However, rushing to the door now will only make this matter more difficult, and we need to find a clever entry point.

Wang Muzhi came to the tannery while thinking.

Ever since Jiang Yi returned home to visit relatives, his eldest brother-in-law Zhao Dezhu had been the driver. Seeing that Wang Muzhi had been deep in thought, he remained silent.

After a month of absence, the state of the tannery is completely different from when I was there. It has completely lost its previous prosperity and has become lifeless, even worse than at the beginning.

Looking around, the glass of many factory buildings has been smashed, all kinds of luggage and bedding can be seen everywhere on the road, and lunch boxes and chopsticks are also thrown everywhere. It is as if the devils have raided the place. People's faces once again have a look of confusion and hesitation. He sat there in a daze.

But the only good thing is that they won't go hungry. The money Wang Muzhi let them earn before is enough for their lives in the next two to three months, but continuing like this is not an option.

Construction must start as soon as possible, otherwise with their current cautious state, big problems will occur sooner or later.

Wang Muzhi planned to go to Liu Changshun to inquire about the specific situation.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a few steps, Wang Muzhi's attention was attracted by several people next to him.

When I got closer, I saw seven or eight people gathered together to "bet on their treasures."

The so-called "bet Mingbao" is actually a form of gambling. It is a form of entertainment that people in northern Shaanxi often play during festivals or busy temple fairs.

Mingbao is divided into two parts, the Mingbao shell and the treasure heart. The treasure shell is made of wood and is in the shape of a small square bowl. Turn it over to hold the treasure heart. The dealer is responsible for "getting out the treasure" and the players are responsible for guessing and putting money in different places. Position, wait until the dealer opens the shell.

If it is a red edge, the player wins; if it is a black edge, the banker wins.

Wang Muzhi saw that there were already many folded ten yuan on the ground. If the ten yuan was folded diagonally, it would represent five yuan, and if it was folded again, it would represent two yuan.

Originally this was a form of entertainment, similar to poker and mahjong, and Wang Muzhi didn't take it seriously. But when he saw someone constantly throwing money into it, he immediately realized that its nature had changed.

This is no longer entertainment, but pure gambling.

The person sitting at the table was a middle-aged man with a hat on his head. He skillfully played with the tools in his left hand and held a cigarette in his right hand as he began to greet others.

"Come on, come on, everyone, hurry up and place your money. The more you bet, the more you will win. If you bet less, you will win less. Hurry up and hurry up!"

People flock to it.

"I'll bet five dollars."

"I bet ten dollars."

"I'll take 25!" a middle-aged man shouted as he threw out a wad of bills.

Those banknotes were only [-] cents or [-] cents, and some were [-] or [-] cents. A glance at them showed that they had been saved at home for a long time, and they immediately attracted people's attention.

"Hahaha, let me tell you, Liu, this is your family's coffin book, so you are not afraid of your wife turning around and jumping into the well."

"Dance as you like. Anyway, today I have to win back what I lost the past few days! Don't you believe that you can memorize it like this even if you don't know anything?"

In the 80s, 25 yuan was definitely not a small amount of money. It was enough to feed a family of three for four days. If you save it, you can eat it for a week, but now it is thrown on the gambling table.

The middle-aged man sitting in the village looked at the crowd with a smile, like a butcher looking at the fat on the chopping board, thinking about which piece is the most fragrant. This kind of look in Wang Muzhi's eyes is very meaningful. .

The middle-aged man then showed his white teeth and scratched his waist with his right hand seemingly casually. But in Wang Muzhi's view, he had clearly changed a prop. This kind of trick had been reported on TV in his previous life, but he didn't expect it to happen today. will be encountered.

It turned out to be a con man.

"Come on, come on, everyone is determined to leave, everyone is determined to leave!"

"and many more!"

A loud shout suddenly rang in everyone's ears. Several people looked over at the sound and were shocked. Their faces showed incredible expressions and then burst into smiles.

"President Wang!"

"President Wang, you are here."

"Hello, Mr. Wang, we all look forward to you every day!"

"Mr. Wang, it turns out you also like to play this."

Wang Muzhi sneered a few times.

"I can't say that I like it, but I heard that this thing can make people bankrupt, sell their sons and daughters, and break up their wives and families, so I wanted to come and see how you bastards play with it!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell silent.

No matter how stupid they were, they could hear the dissatisfaction in Wang Muzhi's voice, but no one dared to say anything.

To them, Wang Muzhi was not only a rich man, but also a lifesaver for them. Without Wang Muzhi finding work for them in the factory, they might have starved to death long ago!

So no one dares to talk back when being scolded.

Seeing the sudden silence, the middle-aged man looked unkind.

"Friend, are you here to cause trouble?"

"I'm here to play."

Wang Mu reached out his hand, and Zhao Dezhu handed over his wallet.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Muzhi took out wads of money from his wallet, and did not stop until ten wads of banknotes were neatly placed on the ground.

Ten yuan a piece, one thousand yuan in one pile, ten thousand yuan in ten piles.

Looking at these banknotes, the middle-aged man's eyes shone and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He never imagined that Wang Muzhi, who looked a bit handsome, was actually a rich man.

"Do you dare to play with me?"

"Brother, this is what I eat. Why don't you dare? As long as you play, I can afford the compensation!"

"Okay, if you have some skills, everyone else will take their money back."

Wang Muzhi gave an order, and everyone took the money away obediently. Suddenly, only Wang Muzhi's 1 yuan was left on the table.

Then, Wang Muzhi pushed 1 yuan in front of the middle-aged man.

asked loudly.

"Friend, are you guaranteed to win this game?"

"Brother, you are joking. Whether you win or not depends entirely on luck. I will not meddle with it."

"Let me ask you, are you guaranteed to win this round?"

kindness?

The middle-aged man raised his head suddenly and saw the malicious intent in Wang Muzhi's tone. His expression became serious and his tone was unkind.

"Friend, are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

"There's no need to be so angry. I'm just asking casually. In that case, I'll bet on the yellow edge."

Yellow edge?

Everyone looked dumbfounded.

"Mr. Wang, this bet on Mingbao only has red and black edges and no yellow edges. Are you wrong?" someone reminded.

"Of course that's right, I'm betting on the yellow edge!"

"Friend, are you sure you want to bet on the yellow edge? You can't go back on this. If you take the money away now, I'll pretend I've never seen you."

"Then what if I really drive a yellow rim?"

The middle-aged man laughed angrily.

"If you can really drive a yellow edge, I will lick all the dirt off the ground!"

"Good! That's what you said."

"open!"

The middle-aged man fiddled with it and opened the shell, revealing a black border inside.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I just accepted the money."

Wang Muzhi raised his hand to stop the other person's hand that wanted to take the money, and grinned.

"Don't be so anxious. You just said you don't know how to do anything, right? Let me ask what this is?"