Chapter 149 Wanting to buy a car on the black market
As long as there is profit, Lin Sanqi will be full of fighting spirit.
Not to mention South China, even going to Venezuela now is no problem.
Southerners have an innate drive to be the boss and sleep on the floor, and it doesn't matter if they make money to the ends of the earth.
While having dinner, Lin Sanqi was thinking about what he needed to prepare to go to the south. The first thing that came first was transportation.
You must take a train from the capital to the three provinces of South China, but in 1959 the southern railway network was not developed.
Take Hujian Province for example. In 1959, there was only one railway in the province, the Yingxia Line. From Jiangxi Yingxiang to Xiamen in Hujian Province, even the provincial capital Huzhou did not have a railway.
Lin Sanqi wanted to go to Putian and Zhangpu. There are no railways in these two places. It is estimated that long-distance buses are not available, so Lin Sanqi will have to find a way.
Why is it difficult to travel on business in the 1950s and 1960s? The pain lies in the journey.
In the days before cars and trains, if you were lucky you could ride a fellow villager's oxcart, but if you were unlucky you could only walk on two legs.
It’s not 2023. You can just call a taxi with a few clicks on your mobile phone. As long as you have money, a taxi can drive you to LS in one go.
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi thought of the Land Cruiser in his passage space.
It doesn't matter if an off-road vehicle from modern society is driven in the northwest region. Anyway, the northwest region is vast and sparsely populated, so there is no fear of being seen.
Even if a herdsman occasionally sees it, the off-road vehicle has already been driving by like lightning. The herdsmen can't see it clearly. When they see it clearly, they can only exclaim a few times that it's so damn fast.
But going to the south is different.
The south is densely populated, with villages one after another, and the water network is dense, making it impossible for cars to move faster.
The key is that whether it is Hu Jian, Dongguang or Guangqi, these three provinces are along the coast and have many border defense stations. The people and local governments are more vigilant against enemy agents.
If Lin Sanqi appeared on the road in the south driving a strange car, he would definitely be caught in a minute.
So if you want to go to the south, you won't need a Land Cruiser, and you won't be able to use a few other off-road motorcycles or scooters. At most, you can only ride a 28-bar bicycle.
Hundreds, thousands of kilometers on a bike? Crazy?
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi quickly shook his head. After riding a bicycle for thousands of kilometers, do you still want Dandan?
Lin Sophora saw her youngest son frowning and shaking his head absentmindedly while eating, so he smiled and persuaded:
"Qizai, don't worry too much. Although the conditions in the south are a little more difficult, after all, it is our Communist Party's world. What are you afraid of? This is not the time when warlords were fighting, so there won't be much danger."< br>
Jin Caifeng also advised:
"That's right, don't be afraid. The worst case scenario is that we can't complete the task and we won't be a buyer anymore. Anyway, now you have entered the hospital to work, have a formal establishment, and are a formal cadre of the country. You can definitely change your company. If it doesn't work, just follow you. If I learn medicine, I will always have something to eat.”
Lin Sanqi opened her mouth. She originally wanted to ask her father for help, but in the end she chose to shut up.
He couldn't ask Comrade Lao Lin, do you have a car and give me one?
Comrade Lao Lin still walks to work. He doesn't even own a bicycle. Where can he find a car?
I don’t know who owns the imported car from my hometown back then.
At night, as Lin Sanqi was sleeping in bed, the more she thought about it, the more wrong she became. She decided to go to the black market to find a solution, so she quickly got up and quietly walked to Chaoyang Park.
Lin Sanqi is now well-known in the four major black markets in the east, west, south and north of the capital. He is one of the most important tea suppliers and brown sugar suppliers in the black market.
However, Lin Sanqi was cautious and did not sell large amounts of food.
Food was a very sensitive thing in 1959 and very eye-catching.
Some people laugh it off by selling some tea and white sugar. After all, it has little impact on people's livelihood.
If he dares to sell grain on a large scale, not only the black market organizers will make trouble for him, but also the staff of the relevant departments lurking in the black market will make trouble for him and force him to hand over the source of the grain.
Chaoyang Park is more lively at night than during the day, and many shady things are sold at night.
Lin Sanqi was wandering slowly with his hands behind his back and a flashlight. In fact, he was looking for people, those big tea sellers.
Those who can buy more than ten or twenty kilograms of tea at a time are almost all the respectable people in Sijiu City back then. Now it is only 1959, in the period of public-private partnership. Lin Sanqi feels that these old capitalists must have cars in their hands.
After walking around for a while, Lin Sanqi was suddenly tapped on the shoulder from behind.
Lin Sanqi was shocked. According to legend, being patted on the back in the middle of the night must be up to no good. It was either a wild ghost or a bear, neither of which Lin Sanqi could afford to offend.
"Who? Don't be scary, I'm telling you, scaring people will scare them to death!"
"Damn it, when did you get so cowardly? You're usually quite brave. You sell all the tea in the national warehouse by the load."
Lin Sanqi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this old man's voice, patted his chest and turned around:
"Mr. Fu, you are the prince of the Qing Dynasty after all. Why do you always scare people in the middle of the night?"
Old Man Fu chuckled and glanced behind Lin Sanqi:
"Boy, are there any good things for sale today? Let me take a look first." Lin Sanqi rolled her eyes, thinking that this old man has a great background. Although it is a new society, his family fortune must not be ruined, right?
Unlike Prince Rui Zhongquan who stole his ancestor's tomb, Prince Duanzhen of Yu who sold his ancestral home (later Union Hospital), Prince Su Shanqi who gave birth to a Han Dynasty daughter Kawashima Yoshiko, and Prince Zhuang who went to the theater to perform a side job. Yansen, the king of Keqin County, carries merit and pulls a rickshaw.
The above are all famous prodigal princes. Not only do these princes have valuable things in their homes, but it would be nice to have a wowotou.
However, Fu Zuo, the last emperor's younger brother, had a good reputation among the Four Nine Miles. He had no bad hobbies of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and acting. He usually just wrote and painted at home, and he was a cultural person.
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi took Old Man Fu aside and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Fu, I have encountered a problem. Do you think we can buy a car on the black market in Sijiuli?"
Fu Zuo looked at the young man in front of him in surprise:
"Damn it, you are such a good kid, you even dare to buy a car? Do you dare to drive it after you buy it? You won't be investigated and punished every minute."
Lin Sanqi quickly covered it up and said: "Hey, I want to send this car to other places for use. How can I dare to drive it in these 49 cities."
"You are smart, kid."
Fu Zuo suddenly rolled his eyes and asked: "Tell me, kid, what kind of car do you want to buy?"
Lin Sanqi stretched out two fingers:
"I want to buy a big truck and a car. But the best car is a jeep. The car that the official rides in is too low and too delicate. It can only be driven in the city. When you go out of the city, you have to lie down. .”
Fu Zuo chuckled: "Boy, if I have a way to get these two cars, how are you going to buy them?"
Lin Sanqi felt happy, thinking that the last prince was really different and very capable.
"Mr. Fu, we are old friends. You still don't believe me? You set a price and see if I can eat it."
Fu Zuo also said cheerfully: "Okay, I like your refreshing energy. Come with me. I will show you the car first. If you are satisfied, I will make an offer."
"Okay, let's walk!"
An old man and a young man walked out of the black market and walked into the dark night. Old Fu took the bicycle from an acquaintance and drove Lin Sanqi towards the city.
Half an hour later, Fu Zuo said to Lin Sanqi behind him:
"Boy, you'll be at my house in a minute. We are old friends and that's why I brought you here. You have to be more careful with your words from now on."
Lin Sanqi looked left and right, and saw the trust store where she bought the furniture, and then asked:
"Old man, isn't this Dongsi North Street?"
"Hey, do you know him?"
"Of course we know each other. My father even took me here to buy things. It's the trust store."
"You little monkey spirit, I know I can't hide it from you. My home is in Dongsisantiao Alley. Sit tight, I'm going to turn."
Dongsi Santiao is said to be an alley, but it is a relatively wide road, and it is no problem for two cars to drive side by side. This shows that it was a residential area for dignitaries in the late Qing Dynasty.
Old Fu's bicycle stopped in front of a large house door. When he saw Lin Sanqi poking his head, he smiled and introduced:
"Did you see that the house in front was originally the home of Fukang An, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and the home of Weng Tonghe, the Minister of the Ministry of Husbandry, was next door, and under the tree under the tree was the home of Songyun, the Duke of Wenqing.
This is my home. Next door to my home is the home of Queen Wanrong’s cousin Wang Mintong, and beyond is Meng Xiaodong’s home. Does Meng Xiaodong know? The opera singer, known as the Winter Emperor in the world, was originally Mei Lanfang's concubine, and later married Du Yuesheng, the leader of the Youth Gang. ”
Lin Sanqi thought to himself that he was indeed a noble from the previous dynasty. Any name he mentioned would be heard like thunder:
"Wang Mintong? Is he the most beautiful princess in the legend?"
Fu Zuo was a little surprised: "Hey, have you heard about it too? Hi, this eldest lady has wanted to marry my brother since she was a child. She has been waiting for so many years. Oh, how pitiful she is."
Old Man Fu said as he opened the door of his house:
"Let's go and have a look at my house. There are good things in it."
In traditional Peking courtyard houses, the main gate is usually in the southeast corner. There is a screen wall at the entrance. There is a small courtyard behind the more imposing screen wall, which is specially used for the residence of the servants.
But the door of Fu Mansion is opened in the middle, which makes Lin Sanqi a little strange:
"Uncle Fu, your door is different. Why does it feel more elegant than the Gege Mansion where I live?"
Fu Zuo said proudly while carrying the bicycle:
"That's right, my gate originally had five rooms, and the three central rooms can be opened. The door has nine rows and seven columns of 63 door nails. Do you know what level this is? Prince? But then the new society came into being, and there were four doors on the side. It was completely blocked with walls, leaving only a door in the middle for entry and exit.”
Lin Sanqi thought to herself that it was indeed poverty that limited her imagination. It was estimated that his toilet was several times bigger than his living room.
Old Man Fu is still bragging:
"Did you see that? There were only four families in Dongsisantiao. Back then... well, let's not talk about it. Now they are all down and out. They can't even have enough to eat. They are living like this..."
(End of chapter)