Exciting 1979!

Chapter 154 Buy a car today, buy a house next (7000 monthly tickets plus more)

It seems that the old man is not willing to sell his car. From the new state of the car, you can tell that he cherishes it very much.

Wei Ming is not short of money, the key is to have a good car. Among them, the one who knows the most about cars is Master Liu.

"Can we launch it and give it a try?" Wei Ming asked.

Bu Dachun nodded and handed over the key. Master Liu took it immediately. Although he had seen this bike before, the old man did not let him try it.

Lao Liu mainly tests whether the ignition is smooth and the comfort during riding.

When Master Liu was test driving the car, Bu Dachun took out an instruction manual, which came with the car when he bought it. However, it was all in Japanese, so he could only guess what it meant.

Fortunately, the yard is big enough. Master Liu turned it around twice and said that the performance was good. Then he stopped and did a more detailed inspection.

Wei Ming came over and asked: "Can I ride it?"

Bu Dachun asked worriedly, "Can you ride it?"

Master Liu was also afraid that he would overturn the car because it was quite powerful.

In his previous life, Wei Ming bought a motorcycle in the 90s and rode it for more than ten years.

"Don't worry, any bumps or scratches will be mine, no bargaining."

Bu Dachun muttered to himself, "We can't bargain even if there's no collision."

Wei Ming's posture after riding was much better than Master Liu's. After all, he was ten centimeters taller and could support himself on the ground with his legs spread apart. Compared with his, this motorcycle didn't seem that powerful.

Biaozi and the others were filled with envy, but since they didn't know how to ride a motorcycle yet, they could only watch.

Wei Ming was quite satisfied with the car. After getting out of the car, he said, "Okay, this is it. Let's go transfer the ownership today."

"Do you have enough money?" the old man asked him.

Wei Ming patted his shirt pocket and said, "I took the money out before I came out."

Bu Dachun knew that he really had to sell the car today. He couldn't help but throw himself on the car, hugging it with reluctance and even about to cry.

"Who are you and what are you doing!"

The old man was crying when a young man wearing glasses walked in and immediately started questioning him righteously.

Bu Dachun hurriedly stopped him: "Son, they are just here to buy a car, it's okay."

The visitor was Bu Dachun's son Bu Suanzi, who was about to go to the United States to study. His original name was Bu Suanmiao, because old Bu was good at growing garlic. The new name was given by the child himself when he grew up.

Bu Suanzi obviously knew about this, but he always disagreed with it.

"Dad, how many times have I told you that you don't need to prepare money for me? My tuition and living expenses are covered by the government. Even if I'm short of money, can't I earn it myself?"

Bu Dachun: "You go out to study, don't waste your time making money."

Then he pulled his son over and whispered, "If you don't want to come back, it will be easier to have this money over there."

Bu Suanzi immediately said indignantly: "I have said it many times, after I finish my studies, I will definitely come back to build my motherland!"

It was too late for Bu Dachun to cover his son's mouth. He looked at Wei Ming and others with some embarrassment.

Wei Ming suddenly realized that this old farmer actually had these little thoughts.

But what he was more worried about was that his son would come back and stop his old father from selling the car, and then all his work would be in vain.

Wei Ming applauded and said, "This student said it well. Your sincere desire to serve the country is really touching. But what your father said is also true. A poor family can be rich on the road. It is good to prepare more foreign exchange for emergencies. After all, the country can only guarantee the most basic life and survival."

Bu Suanzi looked at Wei Ming and suddenly he was somewhat focused. He took off his glasses and wiped them, then said in surprise: "Wei Ming, you are Wei Ming from Peking University!"

Wei Ming smiled: "It's me, you still recognize me?"

"Of course, I like your poem "Ideal" very much, and the novel "The Shepherd" has always inspired me!"

Wei Ming shook hands with him. He didn’t expect to meet a fan. So, is this the price?
Bu Suanzi then said to his father, "Since Mr. Wei Ming is the one buying the car, then sell it. How much do you want, Dad?"

Bu Dachun replied in a daze: "Three, three thousand."

Bu Suanzi smiled and said, "It's going to be cheaper. Writer Wei is very rich. But since I've already said it, let's just go with this price."

Wei Ming: What kind of crappy fans are these!
So the deal was finalized, but Bu Suanzi also reminded his father: "Don't exchange the money for me after you get it. Save some money and buy a small courtyard house in the city. It's better to be close to the hospital. When you get older, you can live in the city."

After hearing his insightful remarks, Wei Mingwei opened his mouth and asked: May I ask in which year were you reborn? !
Lao Bu didn't comment. Now that the money is in my hands, I have the final say.

He asked his son to stay at home to look after the house while he went to handle the paperwork. Xiao Bu went into the house, rummaged around, and took out a basket of cucumbers and tomatoes for Wei Ming to take.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, thank you!" These can be eaten raw, and the price is not cheap in winter, so this fan is really thoughtful.

Then Bu Dachun thought of something and took out an unused motorcycle helmet from home and gave it to Wei Ming. He had never used that thing before and covered his head. Who knew that you were the one driving the car? It would be a waste of time. But Wei Ming liked it very much. Safety is the most important thing when riding a motorcycle.

The village where Bu Dachun lives is close to Xiangshan Mountain. They have to go to the city as soon as possible to handle the transfer procedures, otherwise the business will close.

Seeing Old Bu in front riding his motorcycle away in the distance, the old men behind him were extremely jealous, especially Biaozi and Xiaomei, who wanted to pick up their reselling business again.

The last two to follow were them. Brother Feng and Master Liu had already returned to the Changzheng canteen to prepare for dinner.

When they arrived at the vehicle management office, Wei Ming first asked Lao Bu to count the 3000 yuan. There were three large stacks of ten-yuan bills, which made Lao Bu very excited.

Wei Ming saw that he didn't look very rich, so he asked him, "How did you have the money to buy a motorcycle from Japan?"

Lao Bu chuckled and said, "My ancestors were also rich. They left two small yellow croakers for our family. I sold one after I went to Japan and exchanged it for this car. I have one left for my son to use when he gets married."

Wei Ming nodded. When would it be gold again? For example, when he was reborn, the antique and artwork market had collapsed a bit, but gold was still strong.

The procedures went smoothly. A car driver's license is difficult to get, but a motorcycle license does not have so many rules and regulations.

The driving license at this time is very simple, with only the first page containing the owner's relevant information. To transfer it to the second person, you only need to write the person's name on the second page with a pen and stamp it with the vehicle management office's seal. There is no need to change the license.

Another thing is the gas book. At that time, refueling was also planned. Gas stations only accepted gas coupons. Motorcycles could buy 42 liters of gas every quarter, at or cents per liter. Although it was only one-tenth of the price in later generations, the price was relatively higher.

Lao Bu said that the car is fuel-efficient: "I can't use up all my gasoline quota every quarter, so I have to sell part of it to the commune."

Wei Ming felt that even if he didn't have enough oil, he could ask Master Liu for help and he could find a way to solve the problem by guarding the school fleet.

"Biaozi, you guys go back first. I'll take Uncle Dachun back and fill up the gas." The gas in the bike was running low, so Wei Ming put on his helmet and said, "Uncle, let me ride this time."

Lao Bu sighed: "Of course you can ride your bike, but you don't have to send me home, I can take the bus home."

He insisted on leaving on his own, so Wei Ming let him go. However, he still gave him some advice in the end: "I think your son is right. There is actually no need to exchange foreign currency. If you save money, you can buy a yard in the city."

I don’t know if Old Bu listened to him, but Wei Ming’s next step is to prepare to buy a house.

The sales of Siheyuan courtyards have not yet reached their peak, mainly because many of them were confiscated for historical reasons and have not yet been returned to their original owners.

Once these people take back their old houses, a large number of them will prepare to sell them and leave. Some of them have large yards in good locations and even sell the furniture in the houses. That will be a good opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

If there is no suitable courtyard house, you can also see if anyone is willing to sell it in the Overseas Chinese Apartment. He still prefers a separate bathroom.

He still has more than 2,000 yuan in his hand now, which is definitely far from enough, and it is far from enough even if he does not buy a car.

As soon as he returned to Beijing, he mailed the script of "The Magic Book" to the Shanghai Animation Film Studio, and it is estimated to have arrived by now.

But even if the script fee for "Heroes Have Always Been Young" was added, it would still not be enough.

Now, apart from selling scripts, there is nothing else suitable for him in the country that can make him huge profits quickly.

So we must get out!
Wei Ming filled up his gas tank, slowly rode his motorcycle back to Peking University, and parked the bike in front of the Changzheng Canteen.

Brother Feng and Master Liu were sitting steadily inside, and other colleagues from the South Gate Post immediately came out to watch Wei Ming's new car.

Wei Ming was surprised: "Haven't Biaozi and the others come back yet?"

Brother Feng laughed and said, “You are riding a motorcycle now, how can they be faster than you?”

Wei Ming: "But I let them go first. I was delayed for more than half an hour to refuel, and I didn't ride very fast."

He just wanted to save time and effort, not to race against death. However, the return trip was uphill, and even if he didn't ride fast, he would have left the two guys behind.

Nearly half an hour later, the two of them walked into the Changzheng canteen panting, Xiaomei holding a basket of red and green things in her hands.

Wei Ming greeted everyone with a smile: "Okay, everyone is here, let's serve the food and the wine!"

One table was not enough, so they occupied two tables, making it very tiring to run around the cafeteria. Normally, they were quite relaxed during holidays, but today they were particularly tired.

At the table, Wei Ming told Master Liu about the gasoline issue. He said that it was a trivial matter and the school's gasoline quota was still very sufficient. Of course, the quota was a quota, and Wei Ming still had to pay for it himself if he wanted to use it. Wei Ming would definitely not be a slouch.

We ate until nine o'clock, with groups of people leaving and coming because they had to change shifts in between.

Everyone enjoyed the meal and called Wei Ming "Wei Gongming" and "Brother Gongming". It seemed that Wei Ming now had a strong appeal and could become the school's top leader and even the vice-president if he raised his arms.

After dinner, Wei Ming returned to the South Gate and parked his motorcycle in the gate room which was manned 24 hours a day.

When they returned to the dormitory, only Wei Ming, Biaozi and Xiaomei were left.

These two drank a lot and fell asleep without even washing up.

Wei Mingze turned on the small desk lamp, spread out the letter paper, and prepared to write back to Hong Kong...

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