I only have one yuan and fifty cents for my whole body, but the stall owner only charges two yuan and forty cents. Logically speaking, the two yuan and four cents for such a thick book is absolutely worth it. If you were in a bookstore, you wouldn't be able to take this book away for less than ten yuan.

, it seems that old books are just old books, and the stall owner did not try hard to blackmail me. The problem is that I only have 1.5 yuan in my pocket, what should I do?

Yang Wei was worried but didn't show it on his face. Anyway, he had plenty of time. He pretended to be nonchalant and flipped through the book "Stock Operations" for more than half an hour.

Yang Wei was not in a hurry, but the stall owner was sweating profusely. Apart from anything else, he hadn't sold a single book for most of the day. He wanted to buy a bottle of soda to cool down on such a hot day.

The stall owner licked his dry lower lip, looked at Yang Wei with a wry smile, and asked: "Brother, do you want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, does that mean..." What he meant was very straightforward.

, if you don’t buy it, get out of here, don’t delay my sweet dream here, even if someone reads a book and wants to be confused for a while.

How did he know that this objective person only had one dollar and fifty cents on his body? If he had known, he would not have said this.

Time passed quickly, and more than half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Yang Wei had already flipped through more than a hundred pages, and was reading about the rise and fall of stocks with great interest. He did not notice that the stall owner had become popular.

When I reached the top beam door, I was about to burst out hoarse.

"Brother, I really like you to give me half price. Can you open a business?" The male stall owner with glasses finally gritted his teeth and stamped his feet and cut the price in half. It's one yuan and twenty cents, which is cheap enough. If you don't buy it again, you will take it back. What are you looking at?

Look, I thought it was a free library!

When Yang Wei heard this, he didn't even add up. He threw the book "Stock Operations" into the basket of the car, handed over a one-and-a-half-cent note from his pocket, and said solemnly: "Look for three cents!"

"

"You want Sanmao too, brother!" The male stall owner with glasses was about to cry. Not to mention the book, the price was only one yuan and ten cents. Even though it had been on the bookstall for several months, it was useless.

People ask that no one is looking at it, but it can be considered as a cost. This business has suffered a huge loss. However, what the big men say is just water thrown out. How can there be any reason to regret it?

"Brother, I don't want 30 cents, I want 30 cents!" Yang Wei replied while suppressing a smile.

Seeing Yang Wei disappear on his bicycle, the male stall owner with glasses turned around and shouted at a cold drink stall not far away: "Old lady, give me a bottle of Hachioji soda," his voice was hoarse and cracked!

"One yuan and five bottles, it's cold!" The old lady happily hobbled over with a bottle of soda, looked at the man with glasses and smiled, "I said, eldest nephew, I see you have opened a business!"

"Take it away, there's so much nonsense!" The man with glasses rolled his eyes at the old lady and handed over the fifty-cent note in his hand. Then he raised his neck and swallowed a bottle of cold soda.

"It's... cool!"

...

Yang Wei's home is in the bungalow area in the west of the city. Almost all people living here are poor people. His home has three bungalows. There is a small courtyard in front of the house. General Tie is guarding the big iron gate. He puts up the car and takes out the keys.

, opened the door, and walked into the yard panting heavily. Because the tires of the car were blasting halfway, I had to push them back.

Although the yard is not big, it is very clean. There is a stone pier in the corner of the small yard, which Yang Wei uses to practice his strength. There is also a sandbag in the corner, which is used for boxing practice. Although he has retired, life in the military is still there.

It must be kept in mind forever. After practicing hitting the stone pier twice and hitting the sandbag several times, Yang Wei walked into the room with his arms swaying.

The room is very orthodox, with the corridor and kitchen in the middle, the east room is the room of his parents, and the west room is Yang Wei's own room. The room is not big, with only a single hard bed, a desk, a large wardrobe and a bookshelf.

, all of these are old furniture, more than decades old, and people with no money can only make do with it.

As soon as Yang Wei entered the house, he rummaged through the cabinets and looked for it. For no other reason, the front cavity was already stuck in the back cavity in the afternoon. The feeling of hunger was quite uncomfortable, but after searching again, in addition to the thermos bottle, there was some hot water.

There is nothing else to satisfy our hunger. No wonder there is nothing. My father goes to work during the day, and my mother does small jobs like cutting and zipping trousers at Yonghong Market. Neither of them is at home, and there is no refrigerator at home.

It was a hot day, so there was nothing to eat.

Yang Wei picked up an enamel cup, picked up a thermos bottle and poured a large glass of water. While pouring the water, he laughed at himself and said: "According to scientific judgment, boiled water can also satisfy hunger and is also very nutritious."

He took out his car repair tools, repaired the tire in three strokes, wiped his hands and went into the house again.

Lying on the hard bed, reading the stock book, and drinking boiled water, I feel quite comfortable. However, drinking too much water also has side effects, especially the frequency of urination has increased significantly. It cannot be due to kidney deficiency and prostate!

"Brother Wei...Brother Wei, are you at home?"

Yang Wei happened to come back from urinating when he heard a scream coming from outside. He didn't need to hear it a second time to know that this person must be Zhao Dabao. Who else has such a good voice? It was like a eunuch reborn.

As the words fell, a young man with yellow hair and a thin face appeared in the small courtyard. This man was slightly shorter than Yang Wei, less than 1.7 meters tall. Notwithstanding the altitude, it was a bit of a problem. He was not well-dressed, but his clothes

The pants are very clean and neat when worn on him, giving people a refreshing feeling. According to what was described in the stock book just now, this person should belong to the Xiaoyangxian category. He is Zhao Dabao, the security officer of the No. 1 Textile Factory, and Yang Wei

His subordinates are also close friends. They all came from the slums in the west of the city. It can be said that the two of them talk about everything.

"Zhao Dabao!" Yang Wei jumped up and waved, then swiped his neck, saying hoarsely: "How many times have I told you to call me Brother Yang, not Brother Wei?" This title of Brother Wei is too damn annoying.

"Hehe," Zhao Dabao shrank his neck, smiled slyly, and said, "Wei...Brother Yang, do you know that you want to divide the land among the rich at night?"

"What? Why are you attacking local tyrants to divide their land?"

Zhao Dabao sneered again, "Brother Yang, let's go have a drink and tell you something by the way."

"No money!"

"I'll treat!"

Yang Wei knew that this guy spent three days fishing and two days drying nets at work. He was not very accurate. Even when he was at work, he fell asleep, just like the work was a hotel. It looked strange, not only for him, but also for the old man.

The section chief is also mysterious and often missing. What good things can he do today?

Yang Wei even knew that this guy was stingy and could break a flower into two for a penny. Once, the security department wanted to buy two flashlights, so this guy walked 8 miles and finally bought two flashlights at a shabby stall.

It's called saving money for the company. In fact, the dollar he saved made him fatter. It's only one dollar! Zhao Dabao is bleeding today because the sun has come out from the west. Anyway, the old intestines and the old calf are screaming fiercely now.

If you don't eat something, you can't survive on just boiled water.

"Wait for me, I'll go into the house and put on some clothes." Yang Wei said and turned around to go back to the house. What good clothes are there to wear? In the big wardrobe, there are only old clothes and pants, and the only ones that are 80% new are old ones that have been taken off.

Wearing a military uniform and a pair of marine boots, the real purpose of entering the house was to hide five thousand dollars. I have never seen so much money in my life.

...

In front of a tavern near the textile factory, Yang Wei parked his permanent car, locked it, wiped the sweat from his temples and breathed heavily, but Zhao Dabao stretched himself and said: "Brother Yang, take the second-class bus."

It’s really fun, how about you lend me the bike when you go back?”

Yang Wei got angry as soon as he heard this. Relationships are worthless. Why else would he want to treat someone so happily? It seems like he really has a purpose!

"Let's talk after eating." Yang Wei also responded ambiguously.

The two walked into the tavern and randomly found a seat by the window to sit down. The waiter came over with a menu and asked, "What are you two going to order?"

"A plate of peanuts, a plate of dried tofu, and a bottle of Fengcheng Bai." Zhao Dabao warned again: "Small plate, we are not hungry."

"Hiss..." Yang Wei was discouraged. He was riding a bicycle all the way to eat peanuts and dried tofu? And it was a small dish. He was really good at making a living.

"Waiter, he's not hungry, I'm hungry. I want a bigger plate with more meat... He'll pay the bill!"

Seeing Yang Wei's unhappy face, Zhao Dabao suppressed a blush and said to the waiter who was about to leave, "I'll pay for another bottle of Fengcheng White."
Chapter completed!