The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 155 A New Way to Get Rich Has Emerged
The Qingqi 75 motorcycle had an even greater impact on the labor shock team members.

Young people's passion for motorcycles is completely different from that of children and the elderly; for children and the elderly, it's all about novelty.

Young people want to cuddle it while sleeping.

A brand-new motorcycle was parked in the study room. Zhao Weiguo was the one who stayed behind at the mobile repair shop today, so he happily spent the afternoon with the motorcycle.

Qian Jin allowed him to study the vehicle: "You'll need to repair motorcycles sooner or later, so you can touch and use it as you please now, but don't take it apart yet. If you take it apart now, you won't be able to put it back together."

How could Zhao Weidong dismantle this new car?

At first, he couldn't bear to touch it; he just kept wiping the car with a towel.

But the car was brand new and dust-free, so it didn't need wiping. Instead, he started wiping the tires...

Qian Jin felt quite heartbroken watching this.

Because he doesn't take care of his bike at all when he rides it, he really does whatever he wants.

Like Yamaha and Suzuki motorcycles, the Qingqi 75 is started by pedals.

When it's cold, the Qingqi 75 sometimes won't start, so he stands up and pedals hard...

The news that a motorcycle had arrived at the study room quickly spread throughout the labor commando team. First, people working on the streets came to watch, and later, in the evening, team members who were off work also came.

This shiny object, parked in the study room, attracted everyone's curious gaze, with arms around each other's shoulders.

When Xu Weidong returned, he immediately took action.

"Motorcycle!" Xu Weidong was the first to rush over, swinging his long legs to straddle it. "Wow, it's a 75cc motorcycle!"

“Our company only has 15 small motorcycles. I heard that they will also purchase these 75 large motorcycles this year. I didn’t expect that I would ride one before the boss did.”

The workers swarmed around.

Motorcycles drive by on the street, but none of them are for them to play with.

Shi Zhentao carefully touched the handlebars: "Chief Qian, how much does this cost?"

Qian Jin said, "1700 yuan."

Everyone was amazed.

However, what they didn't know was that money wasn't the problem; the problem was the eligibility to purchase it.

As Xu Weidong said, their anti-speculation team needs to patrol on motorcycles to combat speculative crimes, but all they have are small motorcycles like the Qingqi 15, and they haven't been able to buy the Qingqi 75.

The Qingqi 15 costs less than 800 yuan, which is much cheaper than the Qingqi 75.

The brand-new bright red motorcycle has become a young woman, surrounded by a group of perverts.

Some touched its head, some touched its wheels, some touched its headlights, and some even reached out and poked at its exhaust pipe...

"Ride it if you want." Qian Jin tossed the keys up and caught them again. "They're our own stuff."

Xu Weidong snatched the keys: "Then let me go out and try it first."

He pushed the cart out the door, got on, and kicked the start lever with his right foot. The engine sputtered and sputtered, and black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe.

The team members scattered in a circle, watching Xu Weidong ride off smoothly, his headlights drawing a dazzling arc in the twilight.

"That son of a bitch really knows how to ride!" Wang Dong slapped his thigh in envy.

Xu Weidong's strange shout came from afar. The motorcycle spun out a beautiful tail two hundred meters away and then sped back.

When Xu Weidong got off the motorcycle, his face was flushed and sweat was dripping from his nose: "It was so exhilarating! Big motorcycles are just different. They're much more powerful than the Qingqi 15. I didn't even dare to floor the accelerator."

He handed the key to Wang Dong: "Brother Dong, why don't you give it a try?"

Wang Dong also wanted to ride a motorcycle in style, but after looking at this brand-new vehicle, he hesitated and said, "I've never ridden one at work."

This is rare.

Wang Dong has always been impulsive but lacks common sense.

Xu Weidong quickly laughed at him: "Damn, your No. 6 State-owned Cotton Mill is a big company, and your security department doesn't have motorcycles?"

“Get lost, there are sidecar motorcycles.” Wang Dong pushed him. “But I’m still a new recruit, the leaders won’t let me drive them, they only let me ride in them.”

Qian Jin said, "Just drive with confidence. This kind of motorcycle is driven the same way as a sidecar. Once you learn how to drive it, you can ride it on a sidecar later."

"We'll give your boss a little shock on Mount Tai, make him look down on us, and he won't even let you ride a beat-up sidecar."

Wang Dong was very bold; he was easily swayed by what he heard, and once he was swayed, he took action.

Qian Jin taught him how to control the clutch, how to coordinate gear shifting, how to accelerate, and how to brake.

Wang Dong tentatively started the car, and after a few successful starts, he knew what to do. All that was left was to shift gears and change speed.

He didn't dare to drive fast, and ran two hundred meters before turning back.

His first successful motorcycle ride filled him with pride and satisfaction: "Hey, I'm a motorcycle rider now!"

Qian Jin then tossed the keys to Mi Gang.

Mi Gang hurriedly caught the keys, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "I...I'll pass..."

"Coward!" Wang Dong shoved him. "Weren't you having a good time just now? Now you're too scared to get on top? Riding a motorcycle is no different from riding your wife. Holding the handlebars is like holding your wife's shoulders..."

Qian Jin pushed him away: "There are a lot of unmarried young people here, don't lead them astray."

He went up and patted Mi Gang on the shoulder: "Try it, you won't fall. From now on, Captain Mi will definitely have to lead the team on motorcycle patrols."

Mi Gang shakily stepped onto the car.

The car was heavier than he had imagined, and his legs wobbled as he tried to support himself on the ground.

He tried to start the car like Xu Weidong, but he couldn't get it to move on the first try. On the second try, he pressed too hard, and his hand was also nervously twisting the accelerator. So the car shot off with a "whoosh"!
Mi Gang let out a yell and plunged into a snowdrift by the roadside, car and all.

The team members were in an uproar.

Tie Tou went to help the car, while Xu Weidong inspected the scratches.

Fortunately, the heavy snow in winter provided some cushioning, so the car wasn't damaged in the fall.

This really scared Mi Gang half to death.

He lay paralyzed in the snowdrift, his face drained of all color.

"It's all over, it's all over," Wang Dong said, touching a white stain on the fuel tank. "It's public property."

Qian Jin pushed through the crowd, first pulling Mi Gang up, then squatting down to inspect the motorcycle. He ran his index finger over the white mark and suddenly smiled: "Perfect."

"Huh?" Mi Gang was ashamed, frustrated, and angry all at once. The dignified assault team captain's voice trembled with tears as he spoke.

"I was worried it would be too flashy because it's so new." Qian Jin kicked the starter lever. "Now I feel relieved."

The engine roared to life, and he turned around and shouted, "Team Leader Mi, don't be afraid, ride with confidence, comrades, ride with confidence, it's just a tool."

Others were even more afraid to ride after seeing Mi Gang crash; they wanted to take pictures.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shanhu volunteered: "I'll go to the photo studio and call Comrade Lao Zhou over to take photos of the brothers."

"Okay, this is your relationship." Wang Dong gave him a push.

Someone joked, "Want to go by bike?"

Zhou Shanhu is becoming more and more cheerful, unlike when he first arrived when he was silent.

Without any hesitation, he took the keys, got into the car, kicked the starter, and drove off with a roar.

At first, the motorcycle route was a bit shaky, but it gradually became straight.

He rides even better than Xu Weidong.

Everyone was dumbfounded: "Damn, how does this kid know how to ride a motorcycle?"

Wang Dong realized what was happening and clapped his hands, saying, "He stole a motorcycle from a food factory when he was 15. How could he not know how to ride? He must have learned back then!"

Having a motorcycle makes getting around fast.

As the booming sound returned, Master Zhou waved to them, carrying his Seagull camera.

After getting off the bus, he bent down and shook hands with Qian Jin, laughing, "That kid rode off on his motorcycle, it scared me half to death. I was really afraid he'd make another mistake and steal again..."

“You can’t say things like that again.” Qian Jin interrupted him, patting his shoulder. “My motorcycle. The comrades are curious and want to take a picture with it. Can you take one for us?”

Master Zhou said, "No problem, I brought three rolls of film, that should be enough."

"Stand still!" Qian Jin set up the kickstand. "Let's take a picture with our new comrades, one by one, then we'll take a group photo."

Xu Weidong was the first to get on the bike. He sat on the handlebars in the middle, looking flamboyant with his feet on the ground, arms crossed, and a serious expression on his face.

Qian Jin took out the sunglasses he always carried and put them on him.

Xu Weidong's expression grew even colder.

Master Zhou adjusted the aperture and shouted, "Smile, you're being too serious."

Xu Weidong said, "Just shoot with this expression!"

With a "click" from the Seagull camera, Wang Dong rushed to grab the car: "My turn, my turn!"

The group took turns wearing sunglasses while riding bicycles, leaving behind a youthful photo.

Xu Weidong set a good example; their expressions were all colder than the last, and they sat in the car looking constipated.

Finally, there's Zhou Shan Lake.

Master Zhou took several photos from different angles.

Finally, Qian Jin said, "Master Zhou, you go upstairs, I'll take a picture of you two."

Zhou Shanhu sat in the car, while Master Zhou stood beside him, his hand on his son's shoulder.

The setting sun shone from the west, casting long shadows of the two people, so long that they almost merged together.

Master Zhou was very satisfied. He said, "Comrades, I've been working overtime tonight. I'll make sure you get the photos by tomorrow. When relatives come over during the Lunar New Year, they'll definitely see you riding motorcycles!" Qian Jin said, "The money and the tickets will be handled by our company..."

"It was paid by Comrade Zhou Shanhu." Master Zhou shook his son's neck, his face beaming.

Zhou Shanhu also said, "I'll ask everyone to take photos, and then I'll clean my house to earn money from the photos."

Qian Jin nodded: "Okay, let's just say the comrades are benefiting from your success."

it's dark.

Most of the team members refused to go home and continued to circle around the brand-new motorcycle.

A few sporadic firecrackers could be heard in the distance.

New Year approached.

The next day, Zhou Shanhu brought Qian Jin photos. He smelled strongly of barbecue, clearly having started researching barbecue techniques early in the morning.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the dough is prepared and every household steams buns.

Now, no matter which alley or building, the air is filled with the greasy smell of fried fish and the gunpowder smell of firecrackers.

Faded red lanterns hung on the crooked locust trees lining both sides of Taishan Road, and the slogans "Celebrating the New Year" on the paper swayed in the wind.

Qian Jin worked for half a morning, arranged the work, inspected the work site, and then rode his motorcycle back.

This time, the children in the tenement building didn't gather around, but instead surrounded the Liu brothers.

Liu Eryi was squatting in the corner, his cotton-padded jacket sleeves rolled up high, using pliers to tighten a bicycle chain.

Liu Sanbing lay on the ground, his cheeks puffed out like a frog's, with rust and coal dust stuck to his cheeks.

Qian Jin went up to them and asked, "What are you doing?"

Liu Eryi grinned, and just as Liu Dajia was about to speak, the other children eagerly chimed in, "They're making guns."

"Make matchsticks!"

Qian Jin didn't know what a toy gun was. He didn't have one when he was a child, so he had nowhere to go but to watch the excitement with his arms crossed.

In a short while, Liu Sanbing held the half-chain above his head: "Brother, I've finished grinding the spoke nuts."

Liu Dajia sat on the ground and used pliers to tinker with a thick iron bar, gritting his teeth as he bent it into the shape of a pistol.

Qian Jin glanced at it and realized that this guy had made the gun body, grip, and trigger mechanism.

Liu Siding handed a short, ground iron wire to his elder brother, Liu Dajia, who then fiddled with it for a while and managed to bend it into a firing pin, which could then be linked to the trigger.

The disassembled chain was aligned, and Liu Dajia used spoke nuts to fix the frontmost chain link. He straightened it and tried it out, nodding in satisfaction.

A boy of about half a year shouted excitedly, "The gun barrel is out!"

Another boy said, "Dajia, you need to rivet the chain links together with thin iron wire. You need to make sure the explosive force of the gunpowder is concentrated on the tip of the gun."

Liu Dajia muttered to himself, "How could I not know?"

Qian Jin scratched his ear and sensed something was wrong.

Are these kids making toys?

Why does it need to explode with gunpowder?
Then Liu Eryi took out a rubber band, fixed one end to the butt of the gun mount, and connected the firing pin to the other end.

Then he pulled the trigger, which surprisingly created a spring-loaded reset mechanism for the firing pin.

Qian Jin gasped upon seeing this.

Isn't the child too wild at this age?
The gun they made looks even more realistic than the toy guns they bought when they were kids.

Liu Dajia was sanding the bolt hard with sandpaper. Someone had stolen his mother's or grandmother's trigger pin and used it to embellish the trigger. The metal gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"It's done!" Liu Dajia cheered happily.

He disassembled the firecracker, put in gunpowder, and then inserted a matchstick end-in into the gun barrel.

As he pulled the trigger, the matchstick struck the burning flame, igniting the gunpowder. With a crisp sound, the homemade bullet spun and shot out of the courtyard wall.

Yellow Hammer, who was licking his testicles, was startled and tucked his tail between his legs, looking around warily.

It was shot in the back!

The boys cheered, guns in hand.
"Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger? Pagoda suppresses the River Demon! A pheasant blindly burrows in; how can it possibly climb Heavenly King Mountain?"

"Give me a duck!"

"Comrades, follow me to liberate the county town..."

After Qian Jin followed them around, he discovered that the so-called "foreign firearms" were not the foreign firearms he had thought they were, but rather "foreign firearms".

The term "foreign fire" is a colloquial term for matches.

This is just a matchstick gun; it's not dangerous.

It's a magical weapon in the eyes of today's kids. Having such a gun is even more awesome than having an Ultraman transformation device for a 21st-century kid.

However, because it requires tools such as chains, spokes, and nuts to make, if it were made from scratch instead of having the parts prepared in advance and assembled on-site like the Liu brothers, it would probably take a whole day to complete.

Therefore, it is very precious.

Qian Jin owned a bicycle repair shop, so he took the children there and asked for chains, spokes, nuts, and other odds and ends, saying:
"Do you want toy guns? If you do, go home and look for comic books; you can trade them with your uncle for toy gun materials."

His account on the online store is really broke lately.

Last time I went to the black market in Jiagang, I didn't get anything to sell in the mall to make money. I went to the black market in Jiutiao Lane this morning, but I still didn't get anything.

It's almost Chinese New Year, and the black market is full of New Year's goods; there are no old items or anything like that at all.

So he could only take this opportunity to target the children, hoping to find some valuable comic books.

Most of the children had comic books at home, and they quickly collected a boxful and handed it to Qian Jin.

Qian Jin doesn't take advantage of them.

He didn't have enough chains, spokes, and nuts, so he went to the mall and bought some bang-bang guns for the boys.

The "slap-slap gun" is a retro toy.

This is a very simple plastic gun. It has appeared in this day and age, but it is still quite rare. Department stores sell it, but it is not cheap, costing two yuan.

Ordinary families wouldn't spend two yuan to buy a toy for their child, because that money could buy enough flour for the whole family to steam buns that day.

The "PaPa Gun" sells for two yuan individually in the store, but the price drops if you buy in bulk; ten guns cost only twelve yuan.

Qian Jin bought a bunch of these guns to exchange for comic books.

The "pop-pop" gun is powered by a rubber band. Pulling the trigger releases the rubber band, which then fires the wad of paper out of the barrel.

He handed out guns to the children:
"Don't let the kids from other streets look down on us. Every kid on Taishan Road has a gun!"

"But remember this: you are not allowed to shoot at people. If anyone shoots at a person, I will confiscate their gun!"

The children cheered with joy and immediately hailed him as their commander.

Qian Jin nodded to Liu Dajia, the eldest, and said, "Keep an eye on them and don't let them shoot at people."

Liu Dajia said, "Okay."

Liu Eryi nodded as well.

Seeing this, Qian Jin was relieved. Liu Eryi listened to him the most; he was practically his little fanboy.

He took the comic book home with him.

The comic books in the mall weren't worth much; only a few old editions of the Four Great Classical Novels were worth a few hundred yuan.

Forty-five books, sold for less than four thousand yuan in total.

Qian Jin figured this small amount of money was still useless; he needed to find some old objects or rare biological materials like old ginseng...

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked at the windowsill.

Frozen meat and fish were hanging outside the windowsill.

Among them were two wild large yellow croakers, the two large yellow croakers that Zhou Shanhu had given him before!
He remembered seeing news reports before that this kind of fish was very valuable!

Suddenly, a road to wealth appeared before my eyes. These days, there should be plenty of wild yellow croakers, right?

Now that he has the No. 4 gold chest, wouldn't he be able to make a fortune by selling fish?

He excitedly took the two large yellow croakers back into the house and put them in the big gold box.

Although the two fish weren't very fresh, they were well preserved. Because it was very cold, Wei Qinghuan's preservation method was to hang the fish in the air at night and then pour water over them from above.

As the water flows, it freezes, gradually coating the fish with a layer of ice. This creates a vacuum-like low-temperature environment, allowing the fish to be preserved for a long time.

really.

Two large yellow croakers have been listed on the online store.

Same label name: Wild-caught large yellow croaker (preserved chilled, not fresh).

Then, one weighing five jin and five liang and the other five jin and one liang were priced at 11,000 yuan and 10,200 yuan respectively.

That's two thousand yuan per jin!
The price caught Qian Jin's eye.

Two thousand yuan per kilogram, and that's still 'not fresh enough' – meaning it's not fresh enough.

If it's a freshly caught large yellow croaker, wouldn't it cost three or even four thousand yuan per kilogram?!

Qian Jin was overjoyed.

Now we have a way to make money.

Go buy some large yellow croaker!
Moreover, he doesn't need to go to the beach or port.

The Niangniang Temple Fair will be held on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and there will definitely be plenty of places selling large yellow croakers then!
(End of this chapter)