Siheyuan, don't yell at me

In Pigeon City, the second-rate guys work as middlemen during the day.

At night, just like in the black market, the ruffians are in charge of management, allowing buyers and sellers to trade freely and charging a certain management fee.

Not surprisingly, the pigeon market became popular.

The original small park only had old men walking their birds and arranging flowers.

Suddenly, many aunties and grandmas showed up and almost packed the small park.

He Daqing was so overwhelmed that he immediately stopped the pigeon market and gathered the hooligans together to give them a good scolding.

"You bunch of idiots, you made such a big noise, don't you think you can die fast enough?

If you want to die, find a rope and hang yourself, don't involve me.

Where's the brain? Where's the brain?

People like you are running a black market, no wonder you were caught by grandpa.

Can't you be more careful?

What? You seem to be dissatisfied?

Then grandpa will enlighten you.

Now that the channel is open, won't you write down the customers' needs, break them down into smaller pieces, and deliver them to their doorsteps?

From now on, no buying and selling activities are allowed in the pigeon market during the day, do you understand?

This way, even if someone wants to mess with us, they won’t be able to do anything to us…”

Lai Saner quickly gave a thumbs up.

"It's really great, it's all thanks to your good brain, Mr. He.

Otherwise, how come you are the section chief and we are still suffering."

He Daqing kicked Lai Saner angrily.

"Humph, it's good to know, everyone should be more careful and smart.

If you follow me, I won’t treat you unfairly.

By the way, there is hardly any meat on the market nowadays, so we can’t attract too much attention.

From now on, when we sell fresh meat, each person is limited to buying half a pound per day, and we can only sell 100 pounds a day.

One hundred kilograms is too much, let’s change it to fifty kilograms…”

The meat sold at food stations now is all lean meat, and the fat is all given to those with connections.

In a word, you can buy it or not, if you come a little later, you won’t be able to buy lean meat.

You can imagine how eye-catching the greasy fat meat sold in Pigeon Market is.

After two days of door-to-door delivery, the pigeon market became visibly depressed, and He Daqing finally felt relieved.

There is reliable information that the security department of the cotton mill is already making moves and is holding a meeting to discuss cleaning up Pigeon City.

Fortunately, He Daqing responded in time, and the security department of the cotton mill took a look.

The Pigeon Market suddenly became deserted, and the cleanup activity ended before it even began.

After all, this is the territory of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Without sufficient profit motivation, they are not stupid enough to confront He Daqing head-on for no reason.

He Daqing was very happy to receive twenty or thirty old items that he had been longing for every day.

In addition, we also received a lot of bicycles, watches and radios.

These are rare items, and the profit from selling them can be considerable.

He Daqing had no intention of selling the seven or eight bicycles he collected, so he engraved steel stamps on all of them.

It was registered under the name of the Security Department and became a special vehicle of the Security Department.

The number of bicycles owned in this city is definitely the highest in the country.

When the peaceful handover took place, there were at least hundreds of thousands of bicycles in Beijing.

Although there are damaged and consumed vehicles, there are also new ones. No matter how low the ownership is, it will not be too little.

Back then, I, He Daqing, also had a bicycle, but I sold it at a low price in order to go to Baoding with the White Widow.

Yi Zhonghai and Xu Fugui, those two bastards, were afraid that others would lend them their bicycles, so they sold their bikes as well.

At least before the Great Steel Production Movement, bicycles were not a rare commodity in Beijing.

The number of bicycles owned has not changed much, but most of the owners of the bicycles have changed.

It was transferred from ordinary residents to some small cadres.

It’s okay if nothing changes, but I just want to ask you and your family whether they can resist hunger.

There is not enough cornmeal to eat, why ride a bicycle?

The security department has also upgraded its patrol team, which consists entirely of bicycles.

He Daqing is now in charge of the Security Department, and his influence is very effective.

The three former troublemakers had long been subdued.

The small canteen was doing very well, with factory officials coming to visit from time to time, including Director Yang.

He Daqing was sitting with his legs crossed, playing with a bunch of old stuff, when Director Yang pushed the door open and walked in.

He Daqing glared at Director Yang with dissatisfaction.

"Old Yang, what's wrong with you?

Don't you knock on the door before entering?

If you sneak a peek at confidential documents, don't blame me for being ruthless and feeding you peanuts."

Director Yang pulled over a chair, sat down in a familiar manner, and spoke unhappily.

"Virtue, you speak as if you, He Daqing, had knocked on the door."

He Daqing crossed his legs and pointed at the two boxes on the table.

“Tea leaves, cigarettes.

If you want to drink, you make it yourself. If you want to smoke, you take it yourself.

Tell me, what do you want from me?

Let me make it clear first that there is no point in talking about bicycles.

That is the private property of our security department, and it cannot be lent, exchanged, or sold."

Director Yang picked up the thermos, made himself a cup of tea, and then took out a peony from the box and lit it.

He had seen how this scoundrel He Daqing treated his guests, and he was too lazy to bother with such a person.

If it wasn't for the unavoidable matter, I really wouldn't want to deal with this scoundrel He Daqing.

"Chief He, this is not about the bicycle.

It’s a factory matter, a factory matter.

Look, the National Day is just a few days away, and I want to add some meat dishes to celebrate for the workers in our factory."

He Daqing pretended to be confused and asked back.

"This is your job, Old Yang, and it's what you should do.

The workers have been busy for half a year, so it is only natural for them to have a good meal.

You reminded me in time. I have decided that on National Day, the Security Department will add two dishes to celebrate."

Director Yang wanted to say, "Fuck it."

What do I want to say? Don't you, He Daqing, know it? Are you really trying to disgust me?

Forget it, forget it. I, Old Yang, am asking for help from others for the sake of the people. I won’t be ashamed if I bow to this scoundrel.

"Chief He, everyone knows that you have many connections, so I want to ask you a favor.

Could you help buy some meat?

I don’t ask for much, two fat pigs will be enough..."

He Daqing gestured toward the door.

"Old Yang, go back to where you came from.

There are two fat pigs here. Are you the minister or the mayor?

Why should I, He Daqing, take this risk for you?

Are you really leaving? Come back, come back, I'm just teasing you.

There are plenty of fat pigs, and if you just want a cow, I can find a way for you.

Have some tea, have some tea, let's sit down and talk."

Director Yang stopped, turned around and sat down on a chair.

"Well, as soon as I see your expression, I know what conditions you have. Just mention them."

He Daqing took a puff of Huazi and exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke.

Under Director Yang's painful gaze, he pressed the remaining half of the cigarette into the ceramic jar.

"Aren't the two new canteens at our Red Star Steel Rolling Mill put into use?

Please make a canteen monitor position for my son He Yuzhu.

Don’t worry, my son is a skilled cook. He can easily make a big pot of food…”