In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

Wang Xingguo carried a leather suitcase and returned to his night market where he negotiated prices with Er Gouzi. He handed Er Gouzi over to Gan Ping and asked Gan Ping to take Er Gouzi to register his information.

He returned to his room, opened his suitcase, revealing 15,000 yuan in cash and 30 small yellow croakers inside.

Wang Xingguo put the thirty small yellow croakers into his spatial storage, and then put five thousand yuan in cash into it as well.

Er Gouzi swore a solemn oath never to reveal the details of this transaction, so Wang Xingguo confidently hid some cash and gold bars.

If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be punished by heaven and earth!

He can contribute to the country, but he cannot give everything he has without reservation.

These items represented two-thirds of Er Gouzi's wealth. He dug them up directly in front of Wang Xingguo and then gave two-thirds to Wang Xingguo.

Er Gouzi has never mentioned to anyone that he got to where he is today because his premonitions were very accurate!

He had a premonition that if he missed this opportunity, he would never have another chance to live an honest and upright life!

So he risked two-thirds of his fortune just to be recruited and stop being a rat in the shadows!

The procedures went very smoothly, and Er Gouzi got what he wanted.

He was overjoyed and sent a pig over that very day to reward and thank Wang Xingguo and Gan Ping, offering to give them half of the pig each.

Wang Xingguo cursed Er Gouzi inwardly: "That bastard even has a place to raise pigs..."

The saying "a cunning rabbit has three burrows" is absolutely true. I never expected that bastard Er Gouzi would actually do that. Otherwise, how could he have delivered the pig an hour after completing the formalities and leaving?

Gan Ping looked at the pig with a bit of a dilemma and asked, "Director Wang, what should we do with this pig?"

Wang Xingguo said cheerfully, "Easy, just slaughter it, everyone can have some meat, and I'll donate the rest."

Gan Ping hesitated for a moment and said, "Wouldn't that be a bad idea? If we divide the pork among ourselves, I'm afraid our superiors might misunderstand..."

Wang Xingguo waved his hand and said, "What's the misunderstanding? This pig was given to us by Wu Er. We only each got a small share of the meat, and the rest was donated to the government. What's there to misunderstand? Okay, if the higher-ups ask, just say I forced it on you. I don't believe that we can't even get rid of a pig after working so hard to make a contribution!"

After the pig was slaughtered, Wang Xingguo personally rode a bicycle with a basket to deliver 30 jin of pork to the street office, 20 jin to the police station, and 30 jin to the branch bureau.

There were only 27 or 28 jin of pork left. Wang Xingguo gave Gan Ping and Chen Ming 3 jin each, cut off another 4 jin, sent 2 jin home, sent 2 jin to his father-in-law's family, and gave the rest to all the employees as a dinner treat. The offal was braised and served as a snack with drinks.

Wang Xingguo handed over 5,200 yuan in cash belonging to the clan to Wang Yongchang and Wang Xingye, earnestly instructing them: "This money belongs to our clan. I'm afraid if we don't distribute it to the clan, it will be spent again when we harvest small yellow croakers. Tell them to tell my 21st Uncle to harvest more chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs. If the brigade organizes net fishing, keep all the live fish for us, and sell the dead fish to the supply and marketing cooperative."

Wang Yongchang nodded fiercely and said, "Alright, Xingguo, don't worry, as long as we're alive, the money's there; if we die, the money's gone!"

Wang Xingye asked, "Xingguo, should we start producing goods from the caves in the village? Our brigade's greenhouses should have some output by now."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "Okay, then you two take two people and ride the tricycle back. One tricycle is enough here. I'll go and bring back the last two pigs tomorrow, and then the clan's belongings will be cleared out."

Wang Xingye laughed and said, "I reckon Master Twenty-One has bought quite a few pigs again. But is he really not going to continue the pig-for-grain business?"

Wang Xingguo said with a wry smile, "Brother Xingye, I'm managing such a huge operation right now, I simply can't spare the time. Do you think this business can still continue?"

Wang Xingye sighed and said, "That's true. But if we can do it, we can use the grain difference to trade pigs with other communes. That would actually be a pretty good deal."

Wang Xingguo shook his head and said, "Don't think about such things. Making sure the clan is well-fed and watered is more important than anything else."

Wang Yongchang said cheerfully, "Listen to Xingguo, you can't go wrong. He's the smartest person in our Wang family. Xingye, don't overthink it. Just listen to Xingguo's arrangements and do your job well."

Wang Xingye smiled and nodded, no longer dwelling on the matter.

Wang Xingguo sighed inwardly. He had too much to know and couldn't explain it, which was why he was having a headache!

Now that he has the feed he got from Er Gouzi, he can raise as many pigs as he wants until the river freezes over in winter.

Then he can collect ice and build a huge ice cellar beneath the ground to completely freeze and preserve meat.

He has stockpiled quite a bit of grain, enough to give to the clan next year.

After all, he is still growing grains in his space. When there is a food shortage next year, he can harvest several rounds of coarse grains, which will be enough to help his people get through the crisis.

Everyone got busy with their own tasks, and Gan Ping hesitated before speaking, "Director Wang, I think you did something wrong today..."

Wang Xingguo asked with some surprise, "Director Gan, what makes you say that?"

Gan Ping explained, "Director Wang, we're from the commercial system... You're sending pork to the street office and the bureau, but not to our superiors. That's a bit unreasonable..."

Wang Xingguo paused for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said, "Oh dear! How could I forget about that! Director Gan, how much pork did you buy today? I'll take the money and buy fifty jin to send to our district's Commerce Bureau!"

Gan Ping smiled and said, "We brought in 1,300 catties of pork today. Don't take offense at my bluntness, but we're all part of the system after all, so we can't show favoritism."

Wang Xingguo nodded repeatedly and said, "Director Gan is right. It was my oversight. I have to thank you for reminding me. Otherwise, if this got out, I would be in a terrible situation."

That's how it is. The current commercial system is a combination of commerce, services, and supply and marketing, with one entity carrying both the commerce and supply and marketing labels.

This night market belongs to the district commerce bureau under the commerce system. How can it send meat to units in other systems but not to its own superiors?

The main problem is that Wang Xingguo hasn't adapted to his new role and is still thinking about things in the same old way, always trying to please the street office, the bureau, and the institute.

In the past, they turned a blind eye, which was indeed quite important to him, so Wang Xingguo would try to please these units.

But now that I'm part of the regular army, I shouldn't be trying to curry favor with them, but rather with the Dongcheng District Bureau of Commerce!

Wang Xingguo, carrying fifty jin of pork, headed straight for the Dongcheng District Bureau of Commerce. You could call it the Dongcheng District Supply and Marketing Cooperative, since it was one organization with two names.

Ordinary farmers' markets are managed by the Dongcheng District Vegetable and Non-staple Food Management Office, but their negotiated price night market has a special positioning and is directly managed by the Dongcheng District Commerce Bureau. Therefore, Wang Xingguo delivers meat here, not to the Dongcheng District Vegetable and Non-staple Food Management Office.