Mixed in 1980

Chapter 58 TV Tickets
"Hey, why are we so stingy? Who are we looking down on?"

Wang Wei took out a ticket from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and looked at Chen Fan with a squint: "Look at what generosity is. This is really generosity. You are still young."

"I thought it was something rare." Chen Fan took a look and put the ticket away with disgust.

"If you don't like it, give it back to me."

Wang Wei was so angry that he laughed. Although he said no, his body was very honest.

This is a TV ticket.

The magazine has put a lot of thought into this ticket, and many people in the company are keeping an eye on it.

That is to say, when Chen Fan suddenly became popular and created the "Chen Fan phenomenon" and wanted to open a column in a magazine, Wang Wei had the opportunity to apply for him.

“No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it’s still meat.”

Naturally, Chen Fan would not return what he had obtained.

TV and air tickets are rare things. You can't get them just by having money. Even if you go to the ghost market, you have to rely on luck. You can't buy them just because you want to.

The main reason is that the current industrial production capacity is poor, with annual output of only 40,000 units.

Most televisions are still imported.

TV and air tickets can be sold at high prices in a matter of minutes on the black market.

Wang Wei rolled his eyes at him, took out a cigarette and passed one to Chen Fan: "The magazine will be published tomorrow. When are you going to give me the manuscript for the next issue of the column?"

Chen Fan stood up, opened the doors and windows, and then said, "Today is only the 14th, and there is still more than a month before the publication on the 15th of next month. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Since you've opened a column, can you at least write two articles and let me keep them?"

Wang Wei lit up the cigarette and took a puff. "Your sister Jingyi is here today for this matter as well. She plans to publish a collection of essays called 'Chen Fan's View of the World.'"

"You can make it into a series of collections. If you serialize about 80,000 words, you can publish one book, but the collection needs some new content, so you will have to add another 20,000 words of extra content." Wang Jingyi added.

Chen Fan thought about it and decided that it wasn't a big problem.

He prefers the model of serializing, publishing and getting paid for his works.

"That's settled then. We'll find a time to sign the contract and pay you once the manuscript is ready. Is that okay?"

"Of course no problem!" Wang Jing agreed.

After discussing the details for a while, it was already time for dinner, so Chen Fan invited the two of them to a restaurant in Nanluoguxiang. However, they both had to work in the afternoon, so they didn't drink.

When Chen Fan returned home, it was already past twelve o'clock.

Everyone at home has finished eating, and a group of people are making tea. This is a habit brought up by Chen Fan. They must make a pot of tea after a meal.

“People’s literature?”

Xu Jinqiu put her daughter down and asked Chen Yi to play with the little girl. Then she freed her hands to pour a cup of tea for Chen Fan: "Are you here to invite me to write an article?"

"Commissioning is one thing, but the main thing is to deliver things."

Chen Fan took a sip of tea and took out the bills from his pocket: "There is a TV ticket and a stack of industrial coupons, enough to buy a lot of things."

"Brother, are our family going to buy a TV?" Chen Yi's eyes lit up.

"What to buy, don't buy."

Chen Fan was about to agree when Guan Yuemei glared at him. The little girl's eyes turned red and she opened her mouth to cry. Guan Yuemei added, "Do you want a feather duster?"

The little girl was stunned, and she decisively closed her mouth and gave Guan Yuemei a smile.

This ability to change his expression instantly made everyone laugh.

Chen Fan rubbed the little girl's head and asked his mother, "Mom, there are ready-made TV tickets here, why don't you buy them? When you have nothing to do, you can watch TV to kill time."

"Buy whatever you want. Zhang Laosan from the opposite yard bought a TV. Everyone in the yard, young and old, went to his house to watch TV. At night, his house was like a movie theater."

Guan Yuemei couldn't help but shudder when she thought of that scene: "Buying a TV is just asking for trouble. When three or five other families in the yard have bought one, it won't be too late for us to buy one."

"So what do we do with this ticket?"

TV tickets have an expiration date. Chen Fan looked at the date on the ticket and saw that there was about half a year left. "Qiu'er, how about I send the ticket to your house?"

"There are two televisions in our compound, and they are always crowded at night. Buying a TV will just help disperse their firepower. Let's forget it." Xu Jinqiu shook his head quickly.

"Sister, Yuanyuan, what about you?"

Zeng Ali and Zhao Yuanyuan also shook their heads.

Chen Fan couldn't help but complain: "Others want to buy tickets, but can't get them. When they come to us, no one wants them. Okay, I'll just take them to the ghost market to exchange for money later."

"Why don't you let me handle it."

Zeng Ali hesitated for a while before slowly speaking: "The deputy head of the group in charge of personnel mentioned buying a TV. If the ticket is transferred to her, it should allow Yuanyuan to become a regular employee earlier."

Chen Fan handed the ticket over directly: "Why transfer it? Just send it directly to me."

"I dare to give it, but people don't dare to accept it."

Zeng Ali rolled her eyes at Chen Fan and said, "It's a favor to be able to transfer the ticket to him. She will definitely give him money, but I don't know how much. If it's not enough, I'll give it to you later." "It's too polite to say that."

Chen Fan chuckled and ignored her. He handed the industrial voucher to his mother and said, "Think about what else we need to buy for our family."

"It's really like a Bodhisattva in a land temple. I've never seen such a big incense. In all my years, this is the first time I've seen so many industrial coupons. There are so many things I can buy."

Guan Yuemei happily took it and counted it quickly. There were a total of fifty sheets in the stack.

Zhang is the unit of industrial vouchers.

The quota of an industrial voucher is 20 yuan. For example, to buy a watch worth 100 yuan, in addition to the 100 yuan, you also need 5 industrial vouchers.

What if you buy an aluminum lunch box for 2 yuan?

That’s not a problem. The unit of industrial vouchers is sheets, but the smallest denomination is 0.1 sheet.

To buy an aluminum lunch box worth two yuan, you only need to pay an industrial voucher with a face value of "0.1".

A magical unit of measurement.

Guan Yuemei thought for a moment and said, "Let's buy an electric fan. The weather is getting hotter. You and Qiu'er need to prepare for the college entrance examination. You can only rest well if you have a fan."

"There are four rooms. Let's buy three more."

I already have one at home, and although it’s been more than ten years old, it still works fine.

"Then buy it!" Guan Yuemei gritted her teeth.

"I'll pay half of the money." Chen Min said hurriedly.

Now that her younger brother has bought a house, even if the three of them settle down here, they still have to share a lot of things.

I have a lot more money in my pocket now.

Whether she was selling peanuts and roasted sweet potatoes at a stall before, or selling pickles now, she makes the same amount of money every month, it’s just that the time is short and the money is not enough, otherwise she would have spent it all.

Seeing that Chen Fan was about to refuse, Chen Min glared at him and said, "You have no right to speak."

"..."

Chen Fan rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

How could he not know his sister's temper? If he really disagreed with her, she would really hit him. When he was a child, he was naughty and was often beaten by her.

Even when I grow up, I am still afraid.

People in later generations gave this phenomenon a name: blood suppression!
The next day at noon, we had lunch.

Zeng Ali took out a wad of money from her bag and handed it to Chen Fan: "Yuan Yuan's regularization has been discussed and it will be finalized soon. This is the money from the other party."

"Why are you giving so much? You didn't add any money to it, did you?" Chen Fan didn't even dare to take it. This thick stack of big black tens must be worth around four or five hundred dollars.

"They were all given by the other party. A total of 400 yuan. The price is about the same as in the ghost market."

Let Chen Fan take the money, Zeng Ali explained: "The problem now is that we can't buy tickets at the ghost market. People also accept this favor, so they don't make a fuss about the money."

"That's because your leader has plenty of money!" Chen Fan was shocked.

In fact, this is normal. No matter what year it is, there is no shortage of rich people in the world. In Beijing, 1% of the population has an annual income of yuan. There are too many people who are willing to spend money to buy a TV.

It's just not available for purchase.

Not counting imported goods, the domestic annual production is only 40,000 units, scattered across various cities. There are many people who have money but cannot afford to buy a television.

There are more wealthy people in Guangzhou and the demand for televisions is greater. At one point, the price of TV tickets was driven up to thousands of yuan, which was more expensive than the TV itself.

But this thing, no matter how rare it is, has only been around for a few years.

With the continuous opening up, the industry developed very rapidly. By 1983, the annual production capacity of domestic televisions exceeded one million, and gradually they were no longer rare.

Chen Fan took the money and handed it to his mother: "It's for buying a fan. If it's not enough, ask my sister for more."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the backyard.

Chen Min was left at a loss whether to laugh or cry, as he had agreed to pay half.

Xu Jinqiu also went back with them. Today is the 15th, and the college entrance examination will be on July 7th. There are only about 20 days left, so they have to study every minute.

crunch...

The door opened again, and Zeng Ali walked in with a magazine in his hand, looking very excited, unable to hide his smile: "Chen Fan, is Third Brother really like what you wrote?"

Chen Fan was stunned. This girl...

So many changes!

He was quite cool just now, but now he looks so nervous.

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