Back To the Small Fishing Village In 1982

  Chapter 88 Selling with joy

  Under the big sun and carrying a bucket of sea chicken feet, Ye Yaodong was quite reluctant to walk.

   It took ten minutes by car from their village to the town, but it took an hour to walk. On this hot day, he was already sweating when he walked to the side of the road.

  But it was hard to wait for passing cars, so he could only watch while walking. Fortunately, he picked a taro leaf to cover the bucket when he went out, otherwise the sea chicken feet would be burnt.

  Walking and walking, I went straight to the town without seeing a car.

  His legs~

   He simply sat down in the shade of a tree by the side of the road and rested his feet first, but unexpectedly, a tractor rattled past him.

   "Grass, don't come early, don't come late, a tractor will come only after Lao Tzu is gone."

  God wanted him to walk on purpose, right?

   Half dead.

   After taking two sips of water, he patted his **** and got up after only sitting for two minutes, and walked directly to the Hongsheng Hotel. It was only around 8:30 at the moment, and he didn't know if he had gone to work.

  Forty years later, the Hongsheng Hotel is still in the same location, but it has been refurbished, which is more in line with the aesthetics of modern people and more resplendent.

At this time, the Hongsheng Hotel seemed a bit retro to him, but it was already the best in the surrounding counties. Some hotels in the county seemed not as big as Hongsheng, and there were many tricks that could be played in the Hongsheng Hotel. After all, their town is a port town, and there are quite a lot of Taiwanese businessmen coming and going.

  Ye Yaodong was dressed in dusty clothes, and he didn’t feel inferior while carrying a bucket in Jiefang shoes. He swaggered and planned to go in and ask, but who knew that he was stopped by the security guards as soon as he opened the door.

  After he explained the reason, the security guard asked him to wait at the door first, and he went to call the person in charge.

   Unexpectedly, a dog-like man in a suit and leather shoes came, glanced at his bucket, and said a question of bergamot? Then turned around and left.

   "Hey, wait a minute, this is not bergamot, this is sea chicken feet!"

   "What sea chicken feet? Sea duck feet? Don't make trouble!"

Ye Yaodong glared at his back, sighed in his heart, forget it, it's a waste of time to sell the bergamot, he might as well take it home and eat it himself, and let him taste what is called "seafood from hell", " The ham of the ocean".

  Just as he was carrying the bucket and was about to leave, he did not expect that the door was pushed open and a young man came out.

   "Wait, comrade, are you selling sea chicken feet?"

  Ye Yaodong turned his head to look, his eyes lit up, isn't this Hong Sheng's prince Hong Wenle? Seeing the two foreigners coming out right behind him, he was overjoyed that someone who knew the goods had come!

   "Yes, I risked my life yesterday to dig up a bucket of sea chicken feet, but in a hotel as big as yours, no one knows the goods."

  The two foreigners behind him also leaned forward to look at the things in his bucket, chattering excitedly a bunch of things he couldn't understand.

  He looked left and right, and could only tell from their expressions that they were very happy. Hong Wenle was also communicating with them with a smile on his face, and the man who looked like a dog just now stood behind him and nodded and bowed.

  He waited patiently, slandering in his heart: Your sister, can't you speak Chinese to him first? Let's talk about the price first? It's hot in the sun too, okay?

   Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he walked under the eaves.

   "Wait, don't go, I want this."

   "How much is it? If the price is too low, I won't sell it."

   "It doesn't matter if it's money or not. I just didn't expect that in our small place, there are people who know about sea chicken feet. You know quite a lot."

   "It's okay, how much do you want to pay?" Ye Yaodong said flatly.

   He is not from the same road, and he doesn't expect any benefits from others, so he has no need to please others, as long as he sells this barrel of goods.

   "These things are the best on the rocky beaches of Spain, France and Portugal. The Costada Morte sea area in the northwest of Spain is the best source of sea chicken feet. I don't know if our sea chicken feet are good?"

ha? WTF?

  Ye Yaodong frowned and listened to him talk, but he didn't say how much money it was, which made him so depressed.

   "You'll know if you taste it, anyway, there are only so many. If you don't want it, I'll take it home and eat it myself."

   "Ah, no, if you want it, how much do you plan to sell it for? How many catties do you have here?"

   "Here is 5 catties and 2 taels. It's cheaper for you. It's 20 yuan per catty. Let's take a hundred yuan for these. It must be more than this price abroad."

  He randomly called out a price. The current 20 yuan is equivalent to 2,000 yuan in later generations. He doesn't know how much this thing is worth now, but he only knows that in a few decades, this good quality can be sold for several hundred euros per catty.

   It’s just that he’s already stayed overnight, so he’s asking for the price casually, asking for a price, and paying back the money on the spot. This thing can’t be bought in the market, but I don’t know if the young master of a rich family will counter the price.

  A few hundred dollars is nothing to rich people. These two foreigners seem to be his friends, and face is much more important than money.

  He is aiming for this point!

   "Okay, give it all to me."

  Hong Wenle directly paid for it, and ordered ten Great Unity cards for him, and then asked the people behind him to directly refer to the back kitchen.

  Ye Yaodong took it happily, "Thank you, you know the goods. You have to wash the bucket and return it to me. Although it's not worth much, I still need to fill it up later."

   "Okay, next time if you have sea chicken feet, send them over. If you have other rare things, it's fine."

"OK."

   It’s easy to give money, and you can say anything!

  Ye Yaodong walked down the street happily with a huge sum of one hundred yuan in his pocket, his heart was bubbling with joy, and he didn't feel that the sun was shining.

  Seeing a deep-fried pancake stand on the street, he just bought one. After walking such a long way, the bowl of porridge in the morning has long been consumed.

   After taking a bite, it was fragrant and crispy, oily, and really fragrant.

   "Give me one of the light cakes too, and cut a knife in the middle!"

  He wants to eat it between sandwiches, which is more delicious.

   "Fry some more pancakes, a few... 16."

  One dime, which is only one yuan and six. I just made a huge sum of money, so I treat it as a reward for my family, one for each person.

  The family hasn’t been separated yet, so it’s not good for his family to eat. The other children are drooling, it’s better to have one. It’s just a mouthful, and it’s not expensive.

  Everything was wrapped in newspaper and placed in an empty bucket that had been washed. He saw that the pastry stall next door was a little bit ready to move.

   A few days ago, the two packs of noodles and tea cakes were shared by several children, but his wife didn't get a single bite. He remembered that she liked it very much.

   Touched my pocket, bought one separately, put it in the room when I got home, and took it out after the child fell asleep!

  He was very happy, and looked at the shops one by one, looking for a shop selling cloth, but he saw a shop selling food.

  (end of this chapter)