thefictionvixens Chapter 114: Playing with Fire
Chapter 114: Playing with Fire
But now it seems that the other party is also secretly plotting to consolidate his position. This has changed his view of Director Yang.
Looking back over the past two years, he has been working hard to expand his network and try to get close to the engineer Yang Ming.
But Yang Ming seemed to have no interest in the power struggle and always kept his distance from him, which made him feel helpless and more determined to deal with Director Yang.
In a remote corner of the steel rolling mill, Deputy Director Li was shocked to witness Director Yang trying to win over people's hearts by exchanging materials.
The huge quantity of these materials made him curious about their source, and he couldn't help thinking that if he could control these resources and operate them a little, he would be able to make huge profits, rather than just using them as a tool to maintain relationships.
This scene made the atmosphere inside the steel mill even more subtle and undercurrents surge.
At the same time, in the courtyard house No. 95 in Nanluoguxiang, the passage of time gradually revealed the chain reaction brought about by quantitative reduction.
Among them, Yan Bugui's family is particularly affected. Their family of six depends on his meager salary to make ends meet, and the pressure is increasing day by day.
One day, when Yan Bugui met Yang Ming, he hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Yang Ming, I have something to discuss with you. Can I exchange my white flour for your corn flour?"
After hearing this, Yang Ming's eyes flashed with doubt and he looked at Yan Bugui in confusion.
"Well, you know, there are so many people in our family. If we don't switch to white flour, it will be really difficult to support us." Yan Bugui showed an embarrassment on his face, but his eyes revealed a bit of shrewdness.
In fact, Yan Bugui had already made a plan in mind. In today's black market, the value of white flour tickets is extremely high, and a pound of white flour can be sold at a high price.
Although there are no manual laborers in their family, with their urban household registration, their monthly food rations add up to dozens of kilograms of flour.
If it is replaced with cornmeal, the resale can make a considerable profit, which can not only meet the daily needs of the family, but also accumulate a considerable extra income.
Yang Ming looked at Yan Bugui and instantly saw through his intentions. He couldn't help but sigh at how deep Yan Bugui's calculations were. Cornmeal was indeed inferior to white flour in taste, but Yan Bugui obviously didn't care about it for the sake of profit.
"Uncle, this is a brilliant move!" Yang Ming praised with a smile.
"Haha, Yang Ming, you don't understand. In life, you have to be thrifty." Yan Bugui smiled proudly, "It is with this little cleverness that I can support this big family in my life."
"Of course. When it comes to planning, you're an expert." Yang Ming gave Yan Bugui a thumbs up.
On the other side, Yang Ming quietly took away the food coupons from Yan Bugui's house, apparently to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.
As for meat and other foods, although there are people who trade privately on the black market, the high price is more than double that of the regular market. For ordinary families, even if they know such channels, it is difficult to afford. However, Yang Ming has such financial ability.
Their family is a dual-income family. Yang Ming's income alone is almost the same as that of Mediterranean, the highest-earning person in the yard, and even nearly twice as much.
Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, Yang Ming's family did not seem to know how to live frugally in an era of material scarcity.
They still maintain their original living standards, giving people the impression that they are just trying to keep up appearances. But this has also attracted private ridicule from many neighbors.
However, seeing that Yang Ming's family could enjoy such a life, they couldn't help but feel a little envious. At the same time, in Jia Dongxu's home, Qin Huairu was busy making matchboxes.
She had fought for this job from the subdistrict office, thanks to Yang Ming's previous punishment of Jia Zhang, which gave her inspiration.
Qin Huairu received empty matchboxes from the street office, and then pasted them together, earning 10 cents for every 100. Although the work was a little hard, it was simple and easy, and even illiterate people could do it easily.
At present, Qin Huairu is still in the early stage of pregnancy, and she can complete this work while sitting at home without feeling too tired.
The two children of the Jia family, Xiaodang is still a babbling baby, lying on the bed entertaining himself, while Banggeng is already six and a half years old, at the age of being full of curiosity.
Because Qin Huairu was busy with work, Jia Zhang was exhausted after pulling the manure cart every day and could only lie in bed to rest.
Bangteng wanders around the house, and sometimes even an ant can make him have fun.
However, when Banggeng's eyes fell on the matchboxes that Qin Huairu had already pasted, he curiously picked one up and started playing with it.
Seeing this, Qin Huairu immediately stepped forward to stop him and took the matchbox back.
"These matchboxes are used by our family to pay off debts, we can't let you break them!" Banggeng sat on the ground and cried, asking Qin Huairu to give him the matchboxes to play with. This scene made Jia Zhang, who was standing by, unhappy.
Banggeng was shouting, he seemed to be irresistible to the attraction of matches, he was eager to play with them. But Jia Zhang didn't care at all, she said lightly: "Matches are just small toys, why bother so much?"
Qin Huairu tried to interject, but was interrupted by Jia Zhang: "I know that the number of matches distributed by the street is limited. But think about it, isn't the happiness of our eldest grandson more important?"
Although Qin Huairu was dissatisfied, she could only explain in a low voice: "Mom, I'm worried..."
Jia Zhang interrupted her and said in a firm tone: "My grandson cannot be wronged. He is the future of our Jia family!" Then she took out a matchbox and handed it to Bang Geng, indicating that he didn't need to pay attention to Qin Huairu.
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When Banggeng got the matchbox, a bright smile immediately broke out on his face. He ran to the side and started playing with the matches attentively.
Qin Huairu looked at this scene and sighed helplessly. In this family, Jia Zhang's words were the imperial decree, followed by Jia Dongxu, and Banggeng was regarded as a treasure, even higher than her mother.
Dinner time was approaching, and Qin Huairu began to prepare dinner. Jia Zhang was lying on the bed, enjoying a moment of peace. Bang Geng was still playing with matches, and the flames were jumping in the room.
"Hiss--" the sound of burning matches echoed in the room. The number of matchboxes in Bang Geng's hand gradually decreased, but he did not seem satisfied. He noticed the place where Jia Zhang put the matches, so he quietly walked over to find more matches.
Sure enough, he found a box of matches in the drawer, as well as a grain book and grain coupons. Banggeng curiously picked up the grain coupons, looked at them, and then put them aside and continued his match game.
However, this time, Banggeng accidentally got burned when he lit the match. He threw the match away in a hurry, but unexpectedly it fell on the food stamp.