Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

At this time, one of his subordinates came to Baburyev with a bundle of luggage: "Boss, it's a bundle of luggage!"

Baburyev was so annoyed by this stupid guy, everyone over there ran away, what are you doing with your luggage bundled up.

Baburyev snatched the bundle of luggage and fell to the ground: "No wonder Nisha has identified this product, this bastard can play this game, and dig holes in advance, what the hell! Why didn't I see this product before?" And these two things? Pull the people out of the pit, leave two people here to watch, and leave the rest!"

Shamilov ran for several streets in one breath, and finally stopped in a remote place, panting against the wall.

Fortunately, I am still smart, otherwise I would be frozen with a popsicle today.

I can't go back to that place, and I have to find a new place to live, otherwise I will freeze to death.

It's a pity that he bought those things, and he would not have bought them if he knew it. Although Hua Guo's money is useless here, he can still buy a lot of things in the trading market if he keeps it with him.

Shamilov stretched out his hand to feel around his body, and felt relieved when he touched the booklet.

Fortunately, this booklet is still there, and I hope it will be exchanged for some Hua Guo coins tomorrow, otherwise this day will not be able to pass.

Baburyev is a bastard, didn't I just sleep with your sister? Are you catching me and not letting him go? Your sister has nothing to lose!

It seems that it is more than one sleep, two sleeps or three sleeps?

No matter how many times you sleep, your sister will not be slept by someone sooner or later. It's not your wife, why are you so anxious?

Damn Baburyev, I'm going to beat your ass sooner or later.

If you don't go to Nisha, at worst, I will take a bit of a disadvantage and marry him back.

Thinking about it carefully, Nisha doesn't seem to be very ugly, and she still has a pretty good figure, but she is a little younger. Will she still look better after two years?

These days are really not going well, losing money in gambling, and being chased and killed, how can you survive these days?

Why are there so many unlucky things these days, and it is a good thing to meet that Huaguo youth.

I must go to the trading market tomorrow and exchange some money back, otherwise I will have no money to rent a place.

Forget it, let's find a place to live first.

It's getting dark today, and it will be miserable if I can't find a place to live.

When Shamilov was looking for a place to live, Wan Feng was being dragged out of the residence.

The people who pulled him were Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai. These two guys said they wanted to take Wan Feng to meet the market, to Hei He's newly opened underground dance hall.

Dancing in Longjiang in 1986 was no longer taboo.

On Wan Feng's graduation day, the school also organized a disco party for the graduates. The dance he and Zhang Xuanshang danced was considered the pinnacle of the vocational high school, a dance that no one will surpass in the future.

Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai had made some small money in the past few months, and one time when they were chatting with Wan Feng, they talked about the ballroom.

Wan Feng was not interested in talking. He said that by renting a venue and buying a few similar speakers, you can open a dance hall and make money from selling tickets and selling cigarettes and drinks in the dance hall.

Unexpectedly, the listeners of these two goods wrote it down, and when they went back, the two guys partnered up and rented a street club by the river not far from here.

After tidying up, I bought two four-speaker tape recorders and started business.

Today is the opening day, and the advertisements have been put up, so Wan Feng must be asked to visit and guide in the evening.

"You two opened it together?"

"Um!"

"Hold the grass, I guess you two will have to fight by the end of the year."

"impossible!"

Wan Feng let out a snort: "The two of you are vying to throw it away. It's rare for two people to turn their backs in a partnership business, and it's inevitable for the two of you."

There is also such a proverb here in Longjiang, Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai think about it too.

"Then how can we not fight?"

"I don't know about this either. It depends on whether you can be clever when you share the money. If you are clever, you will have to fight within a few days."

"We ensure that the accounts are transparent and the profits are shared equally.

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"Haha, that's what I thought at the beginning, but the problem came out when I was doing it. If you don't believe me, let's wait and see. But I can leave it here today. If you turn your back on the day and fight, you'd better stay away from me. , where you love to die, don't be under my nose."

"Hey hey hey! No way!"

"Don't hey, I'm not scaremongering, hey, did you send something to the director of the local police station?"

Yang Pao and Wang Zhonghai shook their heads.

These two sticks, if you do this kind of business, you can't manage the police station.

"The two of you prepare some gifts immediately and send them to the head of the police station in this area. Prepare gifts for more than 100 yuan."

Whether this counts as corrupting the cadre Wan Feng is beyond his control. It is impossible to open a dance hall if he does not have a good relationship with the police station.

Wan Feng is not a black public security agency, this is how this society works.

"Hurry up! Otherwise, maybe the police station will go to check things tonight."

Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao then went to prepare.

Fortunately, they have also dealt with the police station many times, so they naturally know where the director's house lives.

The two bought several bottles of Moutai and some good cigarettes, which were sent by Wang Zhonghai.

This guy is at least a little more tactful, Yang Pao is a fool, and fools are not suitable for giving gifts.

When Wang Zhonghai went to give gifts, Yang Pao dragged Wan Feng to their ballroom.

Yang Jianguo and others were not interested in going to the ballroom, but Li Mingdou and He Xiao happily followed Wan Feng to the ballroom.

The ballroom was originally a street club, which could accommodate hundreds of people. It had been useless for a long time and was thrown there. Now it was rented out by Wang Zhonghai and Yang Pao.

There is also a heater installed inside. Although it is not as warm as spring, it does not feel cold.

There used to be a ticket office at the door, but maybe the tickets were sold out and no one was there, and there were four bastards collecting tickets at the door.

There are also some young people outside who may not have bought a ticket and stand at the door with envy and hatred on their faces.

Wan Feng and Yang Pao walked into the ballroom. As soon as Wan Feng entered the door, Wan Feng called out to hold the grass. There were so many people inside, this guy was crowded with people.

There are wooden chairs on three sides around the wall full of people, and the place where there are no chairs at the door is full of people.

There were dozens of people dancing wildly on the dance floor, and the music played on the tape recorder was Lin Zixiang's Genghis Khan.

"How much do you sell a ticket for?"

"One dollar, isn't it expensive?"

A dollar is very reasonable.

"How many tickets have been sold and so many people have come in?"

"More than five hundred!" Yang Pao was proud.

More than 500 people poured into such a simple ballroom!

"You and Wang Zhonghai are worth two hundred and five each."

"Hey hey, it doesn't matter if you have money to make, two hundred and fifty."

Yang Pao let the three of Wan Feng to some empty seats reserved inside, and also called two fashionable women to wait on them.

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