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

Wang Xingguo got a good night's sleep, and the next day the notice of his promotion came down, and then Li Zhong came to his door.

He said to Wang Xingguo, "Xingguo, you've got so many good things. Give some of them to my bureau. Things are really tough for us."

Wang Xingguo nodded quickly and said, "No problem, Grandpa Li, what would you like to order?"

Li Zhong didn't stand on ceremony and asked for 500 cans of luncheon meat, 500 cans of beef, 2,000 jin of rice, 2,000 jin of wheat flour, and 1,000 jin of brown sugar.

Wang Xingguo readily agreed, saying he had plenty of grain and canned goods in his storage space and didn't lack these things at all.

He went to the warehouse area at Pier 3 and scanned the goods. There were several containers of canned goods alone, so he really didn't need any of these things.

Li Zhong said happily, "You're a good kid. Although the bureau doesn't have any money for you, don't worry. We'll record your contribution to the night market. The leaders will see your contribution to the night market in the future."

Wang Xingguo said cheerfully, "Grandpa Li, this time I bribed a group of people, it's a risk-free business. Anyway, although this stuff is precious, I don't feel bad at all giving it to our experts to eat."

Li Zhong nodded and said, "That's good. For a country to become strong, science and technology are the primary productive forces. These experts are extremely important to us, and you're right to think that way. Not to mention you, we all conserve the supplies we're given to the experts to replenish their nutrition. Otherwise, their bodies won't be able to handle working so many nights on research."

Wang Xingguo never doubted Li Zhong's words, because he knew that this Grandpa Li not only demanded strict standards of himself, but also of his family.

The food they ate was so ordinary that it could make the whole family happy for half a day.

He was entitled to special supplies, but he used 90% of those supplies that should have been given to him to help the experts supplement their nutrition.

It's not true that just because he holds a high position, he eats and drinks well every day. There are many people like him, and not everyone only cares about their own family.

Wang Xingguo told Li Zhong to arrange his own vehicle to pick up the goods, because his unit was classified and it was inconvenient for them to drive over.

When Gan Ping learned of this, he felt a little heartbroken. After all, so many supplies could be exchanged for a lot of gold, which was all thanks to his work achievements!

However, there was nothing he could do about it, even though he felt bad. Wang Xingguo had the final say, and since this stuff came from the night market, Gan Ping had no right to interfere.

Although he was the deputy director, he was only responsible for coordinating supplies with the district commerce bureau; the items at the night market were not under his jurisdiction.

Mr. Niu was also very distressed; with so many cans of food, he would lose out on a lot of delivery service fees!

But there's nothing that can be done; Wang Xingguo calls the shots at the night market, and nobody can control him.

Other employees also had some objections, but it was no use. The Wang family members only listened to Wang Xingguo. After learning that the supplies were to support the unit of an old leader in the clan, they had even less objection.

They would criticize anyone who disagreed, so the objections were quickly quelled.

Next, Wang Xingguo was in a real bind. People from Shijiazhuang Iron and Steel Group came, people from the steel rolling mill came, people from the textile factory came...

Everyone wanted to buy a batch of supplies from him, but Wang Xingguo refused to buy from any of them.

Because this batch of supplies is his only publicly available resource, he needs to use it to earn gold. If it works well, he might be able to go abroad again.

It has to be said that after planting this for so many people, Wang Xingguo has come to like this feeling.

Get something for free and avenge your family's blood feud!

It would be even better if we arranged for him to go to the Japanese side and let him kill a few more Japanese soldiers!

Minister Liu managed to get rid of these people with a single phone call.

Wang Xingguo breathed a sigh of relief. This group of people were trying to pressure him with their sense of righteousness, which was giving him a headache.

Isn't what he's doing a proper job?

Every small yellow croaker we earn now can be exchanged for the equipment and materials needed for our nuclear weapons research. For Wang Xingguo, this is the real big deal!

You have to understand that because we don't have a longsword in our hands, others will extort us at the drop of a hat, and even threaten to launch a campaign against all the cities!

Having a sword in hand doesn't mean you have to use it, but if you don't have a sword in hand, people will dare to brandish weapons at you. Wang Xingguo understands this simple principle.

With an abundance of supplies, the night market experienced a boom, with deliverymen constantly making deliveries and many people coming to buy things.

Wang Xingguo sits in charge of the night market, occasionally serving customers selling gold, and chatting with people who come to buy things.

Occasionally, family members of experts would come over wanting to buy something to help the experts improve their health, and Wang Xingguo would always greet them warmly and secretly give them a discounted price.

He can decide not to accept at least half of the profits belonging to the night market, but he cannot decide on the portion that should be handed over to the government.

The main point is that the ledgers need to be recorded clearly and accurately; they can't be messed up.

He was busy until 2 a.m. before finally seeing off the last customer.

There's no way around it; although the items at the night market are exorbitantly priced, at least you can buy them. Going to the wet market to try your luck, you really can only rely on luck.

With outstanding work performance, Wang Xingguo accompanied a group from the district commerce bureau to escort the gold overnight to the municipal commerce bureau, which then transferred it to the bank. This was the prescribed procedure, and it was not allowed to bypass the municipal bureau to connect with the bank.

When Wang Xingguo got home, it was already past three in the morning. Exhausted, he quickly washed up and went back to his room. Li Xiuping and her son were sleeping soundly. Wang Xingguo tiptoed into bed, and only then did she wake up.

Wang Xingguo quickly said, "Wife, did I wake you up?"

Li Xiuping replied, "Why are you so late tonight? I was so sleepy I fell asleep waiting for you. Your son was very well-behaved tonight and didn't make much of a fuss."

Wang Xingguo kissed her and said, "You've worked hard. Business was so good tonight. We got a hundred small yellow croakers in gold, which needs to be handed over. That's what kept me busy."

Li Xiuping exclaimed in surprise, "A hundred strips in one night?"

"No, we had some a few days ago, and we should have gotten more than seventy by tonight. We'll probably be busy for the next few days, and this busy period won't end until before New Year's Eve."

Li Xiuping nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I will take good care of our son at home and won't distract you."

"Silly wife, what's with all this talk about hardship? For you and our son, it's all worth it, no matter how hard it is."

Li Xiuping embraced Wang Xingguo; she was very satisfied with her lover.

When he was poor, she didn't look down on him; when he became successful, she didn't take advantage of his success.

Wang Xingguo was very satisfied with his wife. She was beautiful and had a great figure. Although she was a bit willful at times, she was kind-hearted and treated him very well.

Wang Xingguo was particularly moved by the bicycle.

It was bought for him with money his wife had saved up. It was a testament to their mutual journey, and it held great significance for him. He rarely rode it, hoping it would witness their growing old together.