"Your tea stall is indeed very convenient for the masses. Give me a bowl!"
"I'm from Tangshan. Which one of you came up with a really good idea!"
"Your cooperative won't be banned tomorrow, right? Oh, there are a lot of people at the front door, so it's good to have a tea stall."
"Is this jasmine tea? I drank it as soon as I drank it. I taught you a trick: boil a pot in a big pot in advance, and then pour it into the teapot. The stove is used to keep it warm, so that it can be opened every day..."
With the leader in charge, everyone no longer hesitated.
Nowadays, when you spit on the ground, there are always a bunch of people watching, let alone this kind of new thing? No matter whether you are thirsty or not, you can have a bowl. After all, it only costs 2 cents. No one criticizes the bad taste, but many people still say it.
I look down upon units like cooperatives.
No one recommended him, but Huang Zhanying naturally became the backbone, serving tea with one hand, collecting money with the other, and saying hello, so busy that his feet never touched the floor.
"Sister Eiko! Sister Eiko!"
A young man suddenly rushed over and said, "One pot has been sold out. Do you want to boil another pot?"
"Sold out?"
Huang Zhanying went over to take a look, and sure enough, the pot was already empty. He didn't have high hopes at first, but he didn't expect so many people to buy it, so he hurriedly said: "Burn it, hurry up, don't miss it!"
After she gave the order, she turned around again and suddenly felt angry in her heart.
"Chen Qi! What are you doing?"
"What's wrong?"
"Everyone is very busy, and you just squat here?"
"I'm busy too!"
Chen Qi, who was squatting aside like an old dog, pointed at his head and said, "I'm calculating something, don't disturb me."
"you!!"
Huang Zhanying really wanted to kick him, but out of revolutionary sentiment he held back and turned around to greet the customers.
Chen Qi continued to squat, but his eyes were fixed on the passing people, looking at the frequency of passing by the watchtower, looking at people's clothes, looking at whether they were walking or riding bicycles, or even riding in cars, and whether there were any foreigners...
…
The property rights of this tea stall are very unclear.
We collected 40 yuan in the early stage, and everyone took some, and the street also took some. In principle, it was shared by the street and all the staff, but there were no detailed regulations at this time, and it belonged to the street by default.
Aunt Wang's current statement is that the street is responsible for profits and losses, and each person is paid a monthly salary of 36 yuan. Regardless of whether they make a profit or lose money, all profits must be handed over to the street.
But this kind of cooperatives make money, and being jointly responsible for their profits and losses can easily lead to unfair distribution and dissatisfaction. So next year when the state issues a document, they will be responsible for their own profits and losses.
Chen Qi did a rough calculation,
The salary is 36 yuan per person, for a total of 13 people, which is 468 yuan per month. Including operating costs, the maximum is 600 yuan.
A bowl of tea costs 2 cents. If you sell 30,000 bowls, you can earn 600 yuan, which equals 1,000 bowls per day.
Please!
This is the front door!
1,000 bowls a day, who are you looking down on? It doesn’t matter if you double it several times.
This shabby tea stall has a great future.
Chen Qi wanted to run away, so he felt a little sorry for leaving Huang Zhanying here alone, so he thought about how to make the business better so that he could feel at ease while running away.
The crowds came one after another, and I couldn’t get enough of the new things.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and Aunt Wang saw that they were getting more and more skilled and had already gone back. Huang Zhanying finally had time to rest, and came over with two pieces of whole-grain steamed buns, and sat down on the floor: "Phew! I'm exhausted!"
"Thank you for your hard work! Is this lunch?"
"What if?"
“It’s too crude!”
Chen Qi took a piece of steamed bun, took a bite and it was dry and rough, and asked: "We didn't say there was fish or meat, there wasn't even any pickles?"
"Pickles, let me ask..."
Huang Zhanying asked a young woman. The young woman brought a small piece of pickle dumplings, glanced at Chen Qi sideways, and muttered in a voice deliberately intended for him to hear: "Everyone is busy, but a few people are sneaking around and pretending to be themselves." Is it the eldest young master? Huh!"
Chen Qi couldn't help but be happy, as was the case with very few people.
I remember when I was in school, I was what the teacher called "a very few people". One buddy called me "some of my classmates", another buddy called me "even worse", and another buddy called "I won't say who it is." , I know it in my heart." They call the school F4.
Chen Qi silently broke open the bun, put the pickles in it, and made a giant coarse-grain mustard burger.
Huang Zhanying looked at him and said: "I found something wrong. You are now more and more addicted to material enjoyment. You always dislike this and that. What's the matter? Do you want to drive a car, live in a bungalow, and restore capitalism?"
"I don't have that ability, that's all the wisdom of future generations."
He quickly shook his head and asked, "How many bowls did you sell this morning?"
"I don't have time to do the math. Anyway, the business is going well. I'm more motivated now... By the way, you have to work soon. Everyone has opinions on you, so don't be disloyal." Huang Zhanying warned.
"Yeah, let's get to work!"
Chen Qi was humming and hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, munching on a Big Mac of coarse grain pickled mustard burger, and drinking a large bowl of high-end tea, which was absolutely amazing.
Because it was so unpalatable, he nibbled it very gently, more gently than sucking a girl's tongue.
Just halfway through eating, he suddenly heard a noise over there. Huang Zhanying stood up and rushed over immediately. He saw that there were still many people watching, but there were a few frivolous young people standing in the front, laughing and joking.
"Yo! Where did this blind flow come from?"
"What is blind migration? Be respectful, they are called self-employed!"
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"I heard that self-employed people are all released from prison, right?"
"Oooh!"
The word "blind flow" first appeared in a document in the 1950s called "Instructions on Dissuading Farmers from Blindly Flowing into Cities". In a nutshell, this extremely derogatory concept was born.
Huang Zhanying bravely stood in front and shouted to a leading young man: "What are you doing? If you don't drink tea, go away!"
The other party was dressed and dressed, and she looked like someone who had been raised in a good position. She exclaimed: "Wow, this woman is so fierce! She deserves to be a self-employed person!"
"You don't understand anything. They are not self-employed, they are called cooperatives!"
"Oh~~it turns out to be a cooperative!"
Several people burst into laughter.
Their strange taunts made the crowd of onlookers burst into laughter, and no one came out to stop them, because everyone agreed with the job gap: state-owned units are iron rice bowls, collective units are disgusting to dogs, self-employed people? Sorry, even worse than dogs.
You can't guarantee that everyone is kind, not to mention the huge prejudices of the times...
The friends couldn't stand it anymore, and they all said, "You are so rude!"
"Why do you talk like that?"
"Yes, we are doing legitimate work!"
"What kind of legitimate jobs are there for unemployed young people? Do you think we don't know? It's just to arrange for you to find a job. It turns out that there are really people selling tea!"
"Hey? I won't ban you tomorrow, right? Just pack up and get out!"
"How do you sing that song?"
The leading young man was beaming with joy and sang more and more proudly:
"Abaragu~
Abalagu~
Oh oh oh..."
This is an episode from an Indian movie "The Wanderer" in the 1950s, called "The Song of Raz". It was screened in China at that time and was re-screened last year. It was very sensational. And the melody of this episode is magical and catchy.
, spread throughout the streets and alleys.
Xu Jingqing borrowed it and wrote "Tianzhu Girl", which Bai Zhantang also sang in "Wulin Gaiden".
Most of my parents’ generation had heard of it.
Translated, it means: "Wandering everywhere... wandering everywhere..."
As soon as this song came out, a little girl in the team burst into tears. Several boys turned pale, but they didn't know how to respond. Huang Zhanying was even more angry and wanted to lift the table and beat them up.
Her clenched fists were shaking, and the sense of accomplishment she had just felt disappeared under the cynicism.
But while she was angry, she also had low self-esteem. Why should I sell a big bowl of tea???
She was a girl after all, so all kinds of emotions surged up, her eyes turned red, and she tried to hold it back.
"Comrade, which unit do you belong to?"
At this moment, a question suddenly came from the corner of the tea stall, and a young man stood up lazily. He took a few steps forward and asked again: "Which unit are you from?"
"What do you mean?"
The leading young man frowned and asked, and when he saw him approaching, he even sneered: "What's the matter, do you want to start a fight?"
"Fighting? No, no, I just want to go to your leader and ask in front of your leader whether your faculty and staff are so discriminatory to working people? Is it that your faculty and staff ignore unity and cynicize your brothers and sisters? Here,
Do you have a sense of class superiority?”
"You dare!"
The leading young man's expression changed.
"How can I dare you?"
Chen Qi pointed behind him and said: "Look, we are from the Dashilar Production and Service Cooperative, 13 people in total. You accuse us of being homeless and coming from prison. Do you know how many unemployed young people there are in the city?
400,000!
400,000 people, you cursed them all!
You are this!"
Chen Qi gave a thumbs up and said rapidly: "The newspapers have said that resettling unemployed young people is a national policy and the top priority this year.
From the leaders to the street cadres, they have worked hard and finally found a way out for everyone. What? In the end, they will still be discriminated against by you trash, and they will be sarcastic and sarcastic in this place?
What happened to us selling tea? We get paid for our own labor, we are glorious!
You are discriminating against tea sellers and working people. Was your ancestor a landlord? Or a capitalist?
How many years has it been since the end of old China? The three mountains are back again?
Are you really going to restore capitalism!!!"
"You, you, don't talk nonsense!"
The opponent's face turned green and he took small steps back.
Chen Qi took the lead, grabbed him, and raised his voice: "We are 13 people. We have neither stolen nor robbed. We have a red heart for the motherland. We will go wherever the organization needs us to go, but you are spitting shit here."
!
Did we listen wrongly to the organization? Did we serve the people wrongly?
We shouldn’t be honest, we should cry and shout, asking the organization to arrange a good job for us? How can there be such truth in the world!!
Tell me! Which unit do you belong to? I will go to the door of your unit today and put up a big-character poster. I want everyone to see it..."
Chen Qi waved his arms, and the veins on his neck popped out. At this moment, Zhang Mazi, possessed by the soul of Master Tang, shouted hoarse:
"Isn't this bullying an honest person!!!"
(Thanks to jamesxu-SBZ for your alliance, no more...)
Chapter completed!