Chapter 76 The hotel helps with the appraisal
Lin Sanxin was not a fool, so she naturally realized that this Brother Cheng probably had different religions, but he couldn't deny that these people were all damn talented people.
"Brother Cheng, these are the food stamps I want to use. You can take a look at them."
Brother Cheng took it and rubbed the food stamps in his hand. After a while, he felt confident:
"The 1955 edition of food stamps uses No. 1 letterpress printing paper. I am not bragging. I am the only one who has the stock of this letterpress paper. You, Brother A Ming, have found the right person."
Lin Sanqi thought to herself, you must be bragging. There are so many certification centers in Huadu.
But he was still flattering:
"Brother Cheng is really awesome, so I'll leave it to you."
The next day, Lin Sanqi got the food stamps, which were "old food stamps" and she couldn't help but marveled.
"This 1,000 yuan is well spent," Lin Sanqi secretly rejoiced.
Lin Sanqi spent 1,000 yuan on food stamps. I don’t know if it was a friendly price, but she got a total of 20,000 kilograms of various food stamps in exchange.
Among them, 17,000 kilograms are national food stamps, and 3,000 kilograms are local food stamps in the capital, with denominations ranging from five city catties, three city catties, two city catties, one city catty, half a city catty, two city catties, and one city two.
Lin Sanqi heard that Shanghai City also issued "half liang" food stamps back then, but it seems that she has never seen it in Sijiu City. Maybe people in the north and the south have different appetites.
Although Lin Sanqi was happy with so many food stamps, he was also a little panicked. If he got all these food stamps on the market at once, he would probably be shot three hundred times, which would be a small amount.
However, he is not prepared to exchange these food stamps for food and destroy the food supply market.
He was not short of food, he was just preparing to eat at time-honored restaurants across the country, and he was paid.
Besides, if you go to eat once in a while and take it out once in a while, these food stamps can't make any splash in a big country, and the country won't suffer too much loss, right?
I am inseparable from pornographic gambling~~~
After getting the food stamps, Lin Sanqi hurriedly traveled back to 1959.
The two children had finished eating the cake and were playing house together.
Lin Sanqi took one look and thought it was okay, so she hurried to the Red Star Hotel at the entrance of the alley.
He had to find someone to confirm it. The best way was to find a professional cashier. They often dealt with food stamps and could tell the authenticity at a glance.
Anyway, Lin Sanqi didn't know whether it was true or not. He only knew that he gave money and bought food stamps. Well, that's the truth.
Red Star Hotel.
At this time, Master Zhao was doing hygiene while humming a tune.
Since 1959, as the supply of food, meat and vegetables has decreased, the restaurant has been unable to maintain its normal operations.
As the saying goes, a clever woman cannot cook without rice, and a cook cannot cook without rice.
But fortunately, these days, everyone is eating from a big pot, working more and doing less, even if there is not a single customer, the salary at the end of the month is not much.
Otherwise, the news spreads that the Red Star Hotel will close next month, and all the waiters and chefs will lose their jobs in future generations. As for now, just hum a tune and drink a cup of tea, how comfortable it is.
Lin Sanqi saw that the lunch shop doors were all closed, so she quickly knocked on the door and went in.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw several waiters and chefs wearing white work clothes, sweeping the floor and wiping tables on a hot day. It can be said that people these days have a high level of ideological awareness.
"Hey, isn't this Comrade Lin? It's a little early for you to have breakfast today."
Hehehe~~~
Following Chef Zhao's joke, everyone in the room laughed. Everyone was so impressed by the young man who put sugar into the tofu.
Lin Sanqi also smiled: "If you can't eat breakfast, can't I just sit and wait for dinner? Good wine and good food are on the way. I'm not short of food stamps." Chef Zhao spread his hands:
"You have food stamps, but we don't have food yet. Look, our kitchen is now empty enough for mice to run away. If you don't mind, I can boil a kettle of hot water for you and fill you up."
Others laughed again.
The Red Star Hotel used to provide three meals a day, but now it has canceled dinner. In a few days, it will cancel breakfast. When lunch is also canceled, it will be closed.
Lin Sanqi thought to herself, it seems that food supply is becoming more and more difficult, and it seems that her "golden finger" is becoming more and more valuable. This is definitely a good thing.
(Slap yourself in the face, you are becoming more and more like an evil capitalist)
"I'm not here thirsty for water. I'm here this time to ask Master Zhao for a favor."
The staff at the Red Star Hotel were bored. When they heard the gossip, they all stopped to take a look at the excitement.
"I can't help you, just tell me if you have any questions."
"Master Zhao, you see, I have a relative who owed my family a lot of money and food, and this time my family finally got it back. But this relative was also a man of different religions back then. We are afraid of encountering fake food stamps, so we want you to help Hold your palms and your eyes.”
After saying that, Lin Sanqi put a stack of food stamps in his pocket, totaling two to three hundred yuan, on the table. There were several of each type of food stamps.
Let the people in the hotel appraise the food stamps. This is called professional correspondence.
Master Zhao didn't doubt that he was there. In his mind, the one who could mix tofu with white sugar these days must be a boy from the courtyard. It was normal for a boy from the big courtyard to have several hundred kilograms of food stamps.
After all, my father or grandfather has climbed snow-capped mountains.
So he picked up the food stamps nonchalantly and read them one by one. Because he was entrusted by others, Master Zhao looked at them carefully and felt the quality of the paper from time to time.
Lin Sanqi watched from the side as her heartbeat was a little fast and she felt a little guilty.
After about ten minutes, Master Zhao finished checking all the food stamps and said to other staff nearby:
"Come on, everyone, help check. These food stamps are from the 1955 edition, the 1956 edition, and the 1957 edition. Each food stamp is different in terms of printing and typesetting. We have to deal with food stamps every day. Let’s treat today as business learning.”
There are also apprentices in restaurants. Although the sparrow is small, it has complete internal organs.
When the others heard this, they felt that they had nothing to do anyway, and Master Zhao, the person in charge of the restaurant, said so, so they all started taking food stamps.
Lin Sanqi thought to herself: It's really not true. You should hurry up and say it. I'm really anxious.
After the hotel staff struggled for a long time, Master Zhao slowly said:
"Okay, now let's test everyone. If you think the food stamps are real, please raise your hands."
15 people, 14 people raised their hands.
"Xiao Wang, you are the only one among so many people who didn't raise your hand. Why do you think it's fake?"
Lin Sanqi's ears also perked up. Could it be that he had met the "Sweeping Monk" again? A young man saw a flaw?
The man named Xiao Wang blushed: "I, I don't know, because I have never seen so many food stamps. I don't dare to pretend to understand things I'm not sure about..."
Hey, I met a cautious ghost. I was shocked. Lin Sanqi was shocked.
Master Zhao collected the food stamps himself, counted the number secretly, and then put it on the table:
"Comrade Lin, these food stamps are real, don't worry."
The author took the initiative to revise these two chapters today. That’s it. I don’t know if I will be locked up in a dark room. I’m afraid
(End of chapter)