Chapter 155

This old man doesn't seem to be selling the car willingly. You can tell how much he cherishes this car from how brand new it is.

Wei Ming is also not short of money, the key is that the car must be good. Among these people, the one who knows cars best is Liu Shi.

"Can we push it out and try it." Wei Ming asked.

Bu Dachun nodded and handed over the keys. Liu Shi immediately took them. Although he had seen this car before, the old man didn't let him test ride it.

Old Liu mainly tested whether the ignition was smooth and the comfort during the ride.

When Liu Shi was testing the car, Bu Dachun also took out a manual, which came with the car when it was bought, but it was all in Japanese, so he could only guess while reading.

Fortunately, this courtyard was large enough. Liu Shi turned around twice and indicated that the performance was good, and then stopped to do a more detailed inspection.

Wei Ming leaned over: "Can I ride it."

Bu Dachun worried: "Can you ride?"

Liu Shi was also afraid he would flip the car, this car had quite a lot of power.

In his previous life in the 90s, Wei Ming bought a motorcycle and rode it for more than ten years.

"Rest assured, any bumps or scratches are on me, no bargaining."

Bu Dachun muttered, no bumps or scratches, still no bargaining.

Wei Ming's posture after riding it was much better than Liu Shi's. After all, he was ten centimeters taller, and he could touch the ground with his two legs apart. Compared to him, this motorcycle didn't look that mighty.

Seeing Biaozi and the others watched with envy, but they couldn't ride a motorcycle yet, so they could only watch eagerly.

Wei Ming was quite satisfied with this car. After getting off, he said: "Okay, this is it, let's go transfer the ownership today."

"Did you bring enough money?" The old man asked him.

Wei Ming patted his jacket pocket: "Took the money out before coming out."

Bu Dachun knew that the car was really going to be sold today. He couldn't help but pounce on the car, hugging it with lingering attachment, and was even about to cry.

"Who are you, what are you doing!"

The old man was crying when a young man wearing glasses walked in and immediately questioned righteously.

Bu Dachun hurriedly stopped him: "Son, they are here to buy the car, it's fine."

The person who came was Bu Dachun's son, Bu Suanmiao, who was about to study in the United States at Tsinghua University. His original name was Bu Suanmiao, because Old Bu used to be good at planting garlic, and the new name was changed by the child himself after growing up.

Bu Suanmiao obviously knew about this, but he had always disagreed.

"Dad, how many times have I told you, don't prepare money for me. My tuition and living expenses are all covered by the state. Even if I'm short of money, can't I earn it myself?"

Bu Dachun: "You are going out to learn, don't waste time earning money."

Then he pulled his son over and whispered: "In case you don't want to come back, having this money over there will make it easier, won't it."

Bu Suanmiao immediately said indignantly: "How many times have I said, after I finish my studies, I will definitely come back to build the motherland!"

Bu Dachun wanted to cover his son's mouth but it was too late, looking at Wei Ming and the others a bit awkwardly.

Wei Ming suddenly realized, so this old farmer had these little thoughts.

But what he was more worried about was that his son would come back to stop the old father from selling the car, wouldn't he have worked in vain.

So Wei Ming applauded and said: "This student said it well, your heart of serving the country is truly moving, but your father is also right. A poor family has a rich road, it's good to prepare some foreign currency for emergencies. After all, the country can only guarantee the most basic life and survival."

Bu Suanmiao looked at Wei Ming and suddenly calmed down. He took off his glasses, wiped them, and said in surprise: "Wei Ming, you are Wei Ming from Peking University!"

Wei Ming laughed: "It's me, do you still know me?"

"Of course, I really like your 'Ideal,' and the novel 'Herdsman' has always inspired me!"

Wei Ming shook hands with him. Didn't expect to meet a fan. Then is this price...?

Bu Suanmiao said to his father: "Since Mr. Wei Ming is buying the car, then sell it. Dad, how much do you want?"

Bu Dachun replied a bit dazed: "Three, three thousand."

Bu Suanmiao laughed: "Too cheap, Writer Wei has plenty of money, but since it's already been said, then this price it is."

Wei Ming: What kind of broken fan is this!

So the transaction was determined like this, but Bu Suanmiao also exhorted his father: "After getting the money, don't exchange it for foreign currency for me. Save some money, you can buy a small courtyard in the city later, preferably closer to the hospital. When you get old in the future, go to the city to retire."

Hearing this high opinion of his, Wei Ming opened his mouth slightly: May I ask which year you were reborn in?!

Old Bu was noncommittal. Once the money is in my hands, it's my decision.

He let his son watch the house, and he went to handle the procedures. Little Bu went into the house, rummaged around, and took out a basket of cucumbers and tomatoes for Wei Ming to take.

"Oh my, this is too embarrassing, thank you!" These can be eaten raw, and the price is not cheap in winter. This fan is still decent.

Then Bu Dachun also thought of something, rummaged out a motorcycle helmet that had never been used from home for Wei Ming. He had never used that thing usually. If you cover your head, who knows that you are the one driving the car? Isn't that in vain. But Wei Ming liked it very much. Safety is the most important thing when riding a motorcycle.

The village where Bu Dachun lived was near Xiangshan. They had to enter the city as soon as possible to handle the transfer procedures, otherwise, people would close the door.

Watching Old Bu in front riding the motorcycle and leaving in a cloud of dust, the guys behind were incredibly greedy, especially Seeing Biaozi and Little Mei, who wanted to pick up the business of reselling again.

In the end, only the two of them followed. Brother Feng and Liu Shi had already returned to the Long March Canteen to prepare for dinner.

Arriving at the vehicle management office, Wei Ming first let Old Bu count the 3000 yuan, ten yuan per note, three big stacks, which excited Old Bu enough.

Wei Ming didn't think he looked like a rich man either, and asked him: "Old man, how did you have the money to buy a motorcycle from Japan back then?"

Old Bu laughed: "My ancestors were also rich. I left two small yellow croakers at home before. After I went to Japan, I sold one and exchanged it for this car. There is still one left, preparing to save it for my son to marry a wife."

Wei Ming nodded. Gold is still gold at any time. Like when he was reborn, the antique and art market collapsed a bit, but gold remained strong.

The procedures went very smoothly. A car driver's license is hard to get, but a motorcycle license doesn't have so many rules and regulations.

The license at this time is very simple. Only the first page has the owner's relevant information. Transferring to a second person is just simply writing the name with a fountain pen on the second page and stamping the vehicle management office's seal, no need to change the book.

Another thing is the refueling book. At this time, refueling is also planned. Gas stations only accept oil tickets. Motorcycles can buy 42 liters per quarter, seven or eight cents per liter. Although it is only one-tenth of later generations, the relative price is higher.

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Old Bu indicated that this car is fuel-efficient: "My gasoline quota per quarter can't be used up, I have to sell part of it to the commune."

Wei Ming felt that even if he didn't have enough, finding Liu Shi could also think of a way. Guarding the school bus team, he wouldn't be short of oil.

"Seeing Biaozi, you guys go back first, I'll send Uncle Dachun back, and add some oil by the way," the car's oil was not much, Wei Ming put on his helmet, "Uncle, I'll ride this time."

Old Bu sighed: "Your car, of course you ride it, but you don't need to send me, I can get home by bus."

He insisted on leaving by himself, so Wei Ming let him be, but finally persuaded him: "I think your son is right. Exchanging for foreign currency is actually not very necessary. Saving money can be used to buy a courtyard in the city."

Don't know if Old Bu listened, anyway, Wei Ming's next step is to prepare to buy a house.

At this time, the courtyard house has not reached the peak of sales, mainly because many that were confiscated due to historical reasons have not had time to be returned to the original owner.

Once these people take back their old houses, a large part of them are ready to sell the houses and leave, and there is no lack of large courtyards in good locations, and even the furniture in the houses is sold along the way. That will be a good opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

If there is no suitable courtyard, you can also see if anyone in the overseas Chinese apartment wants to sell. He still prefers a separate bathroom.

Now he still has more than two thousand yuan in his hand, which is definitely far from enough, and it is far from enough even if he doesn't buy a car.

Just after returning to the capital, he mailed the script of "The Book of Heaven" to the Shanghai Animation Film Studio. It should have arrived by now.

But even adding the manuscript fee for the script of "Heroes Come from Youth" is not enough.

Now besides selling scripts, there is nothing suitable for him in the country that can make huge profits quickly.

So he must go out!

Wei Ming added oil, rode the motorcycle slowly back to Peking University, and parked the car at the entrance of the Long March Canteen.

Inside, Brother Feng and Liu Shi were sitting steadily, and other Nanmen colleagues immediately came out to watch Wei Ming's new car.

Wei Ming was surprised: "Seeing Biaozi and the others haven't come back yet?"

Brother Feng laughed: "You are riding a motorcycle now, how can they be faster than you."

Wei Ming: "But I let them go first, I even delayed for more than half an hour for refueling, and I didn't ride fast."

He just wanted to save time and effort, and didn't want to race against death, but the return trip was uphill, even if he didn't ride fast, he had long since left those two guys behind.

After another nearly half an hour, the two walked into the Long March Canteen panting. Little Mei was still carrying a basket of red and green things in his hand.

Wei Ming greeted everyone with a smile: "Alright, everyone is here, serve the dishes and wine!"

One table was not enough, they occupied two tables, which tired the canteen staff up and down. Usually, they were quite relaxed during the holidays, but today they were extra tired.

At the table, Wei Ming talked to Liu Shi about the gasoline problem. He indicated that these were all small things, the school's gasoline quota was still very sufficient. Of course, quota is quota, if Wei Ming wants to use it, he still has to pay for it himself, which Wei Ming certainly wouldn't be short of.

They ate until nine o'clock, with one wave leaving and another wave coming in the middle, because they had to change shifts in the middle.

Everyone ate beautifully, directly calling Wei Ming "Wei Gongming," "Brother Gongming," feeling that Wei Ming's appeal was very strong now. If he raised his arms and shouted, he could probably occupy the school as king and be a vice-principal.

After eating, returning to the Nanmen post, Wei Ming put the motorcycle in the 24-hour gate post room.

When returning to the dormitory, only Wei Ming, Seeing Biaozi, and Little Mei were left.

These two guys drank a lot, and fell asleep without even washing up.

Wei Ming turned on the small desk lamp, spread out the letter paper, and prepared to reply to Hong Kong...

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